OK, OK...Let me just lick off my fingers from these natural Cheetos (No preservatives, No artificial flavors, No artificial colors) and type a couple of minutes....
Yes, the glamor life in the intervening month or so (or longer?) since my last little snippet has trodden by and I've had only the impulse to write, never the follow-through or the subject matter, for that matter.
Life has just been strings of little whack-a-doodle details with no coherent storylines and it sort of reminds me of an episode of the show "Dirty Jobs" on the Discovery Channel. I saw one the other week when my husband was out of town about conch farmers who have to go out and harvest kelp to feed to the conch. They scoot out on this little dinky motorboat and haul all this slimy, long, rope-like kelp onto the boat and have to cut it with sharp knives (that stuff is actually amazingly strong). Does this sound like a good idea? Wielding sharp knives on a wet, slippery boat? One of the cameramen ends up puking.
Anyhow, nothing nearly as risky, but perhaps as dumb. My 2 1/2-year-0ld son had to have eye surgery and was on all sorts of drops and steriods. I believe this was the beginning of my downfall, because in order to keep him content (and from rubbing his eye all the time), we coaxed him into short bouts of mania with new toys, stickers, books, even the odd blue lollipop or two. It's been more than a month where I have had to physically catch him and hold him down for 5 eyedrops a day (during the day mostly by myself). And let me tell you, that ain't fun. Not woeful, just not fun.
Let's see now... Umm... There's been the fact that my son is 2 1/2 and thinks defiance is uproariously funny... that's been a good one. Then there has been the cold that has been passed along and has taken up residence at the farthest crevice of my sinus system (sort of like the solar system without any of the cache) and makes anyone who talks to me on the phone want to immediately get off because it's too obnoxious and/or painful to listen to me snort and snuff through the conversation.
Plus, the only freelance job I've had in a while is a five-hour whopper writing copy about acrylic bathtubs. Now with 100% new American acrylic!
Yes, all these things. And not knowing what to do with my life (how is it that everyone is doing something important with a capital "i" and I'm knitting an itchy scarf and eating "natural" Cheetos at 1pm?) and also not knowing if I will have another child (bigger, scarier, let's-not-go-there-because-it-could-get-messy).
Yup. The world of meaning, knock- knock- knockin' down my (OH-- mustn't forget... Oh crap. Whatever it is, I forgot it). Door?
Hello?
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Oh, I hear you...it must be this sucky sucky month of November...sometimes nothing is moving or going anywhere...at least in December we have christmas candy to look forward to...yay!
Oh Anke, we don't have as good of Christmas candy here! Not a Lindt Weihnachtsmandel to be found! Though they have just started importing the chocolate Nikolauses. Those are great to melt down and make hot chocolate! Or, if you're my husband, you simply horde them until easter, when they have gotten white and crusty on the surface (fat migration?) and they are thrown out to make room for Nougateier. Which, as it follows, are around until Christmas. Why? His answer: They are too good to eat.
To me, there is never chocolate that's too good to eat.
If you are craving Lindt Weihnachtsmandeln I would love to send you some - knowing the postal services they might not make it in time for christmas though...but maybe meet the easter deadline?
Oh my god- I might have to take you up on that! Even just a package would do...
We could exchange, perhaps... is there anything from the states you would like?
email me! mamahmadison@hotmail.com
Your post sounds so November. What a blah time of year, really!
Do you think this whole "decide what you're going to to when you grow up" thing is a myth? Because I look around me and see adults, doing things that look adult but when people talk about it no one really has a plan, but thinks they should and thus feels bad.
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