Monday, January 18, 2010

nothing new

So, I've been waiting for something interesting to happen for me to blog about...but since that hasn't happened, I'll just blog anyways...this is supposed to be a "real" reflection of my life anyways for me to look back on years from now to see what life was like way back when.
Today is MLK Jr. Day. Caleb had off school and we went to two parks. I walked with the kids about a mile away to a church playground, spun my kids around the merry go round (you know, those are quite hard to come by these days. And teeter-toters (sp?) are extinct, f.y.i.) Other mom's probably think I'm crazy for swinging my kids as high as they request to go on the swings, and spinning them till they fall down from dizzyness on the spinny things. But whatever..they like it and it makes them tough, right? Then it was home for lunch (well, I sorta make random foods at random times of the day since we have a weird dinner schedule with Leon having bball practice at all times of the evenings.) Em took a nap then we went to another park...since it was high 50s today!! Take that Michigan! Then (how bad is it for an English major to start several sentences with "Then"? I DO know how elementary that sounds..but I don't care...just trying to get this down before the boys get home and bedtime routine begins). So as I was saying...THEN the boys went to bball practice, Em and I went to Angela's (my friend), now she's here in preperation to watch THE BACHELOR. Lovely run-on of a day, eh?
I do believe I am once again splurging on the diet (more on that another time? basically I'm "OFF" the diet..but have still been working out and feeling much more guilty, at least, about the 'bad' food I've been ingesting.)...and making carmel popcorn to watch The Bachelor tonight. YUM!
peace. D

1 comment:

  1. I wish I could come over & eat caramel corn & watch that trash with you - instead I have to watch it by myself, while my face cringes and I actually start hurting myself from how awful it is. WHY GOD WHY.....

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