I'm not neglecting my blogly duties. Well, technically, I am, but not out of plain ol' sheer neglect. I've been busy. Really. My patient today asked me about 5 times what I've been busy doing. Ummmmm, well,.....there's scrapping (done about 1 page this week and that was last weekend, except for the card I made today, and the songbook cover I made Tuesday night... OK WHATEVER. You know you do that too.)
Of course having two children just ups the busy ante, even if you sit on the couch and eat bon-bon's all day (which I don't, but am not opposed to it on principle.) You can tell people "I sit on the couch and eat bon-bon's all day. But I have two children." And they will sigh and shake their heads with understanding. The sigh and the shake gets more and more pronounced with each added child. Usually by the time I tell people that my sister has 5, they are having a Grand Mal seizure and hyperventilating. Luckily I'm a nurse and know how to handle these things. I tell them she works too. They proceed to faint dead away, and revive shortly, acting just as normal as the next person. (If it's me that's the next person, it's not really saying much for the normality factor.)
So as I was saying - about the busy thing- I seriously couldn't think of anything I could explain that keeps me busy. I work, I meet with the church here, I meet the needs of small people living in my house, I compute, I scrap, lather, rinse, repeat.
I've tried to think of pithy, profound or even funny things to blog about.
We were sick.
Happy visit with Missy inspite of sickness.
Emma threw up in Michaels. Oh boy was THAT fun.
She's losing her voice now, which is not good, but kinda cute.
Bo had open house tonight.
Spring break next week.
I cleaned house yesterday.
(Long pause as the cheers and applause goes on for about 5 curtain calls.)
(still smiling and waving)
"Thank you, thank you. No really, thank YOU."
So really, and I'll be honest here- this is the filler post. Cause I'm almost to 10,000 hits. I've got a RAK ready and waiting for that time.
Scrappers take your mark.