Blog About Nothing

I went to a birthday party last night, when all I wanted to do was stay home.  Sometimes I hate the social butterfly I’ve become.  Probably haven’t read a book in a month.  Probably forgot how to read.  Makes me wonder how I can still write.  Oh… no wait…. I read Extreme Birds last week.  Phew.

I miss my best friend.  Two kids, a husband, in-laws, pets and a job have made her a little too busy for me… or for friends in general.

Early this year, I did something I’d been meaning to do for a long time, but hadn’t the heart to do until recently.  I removed the Matthew Good cds from my cd case, and returned them to their original cases.  I haven’t listened to them in probably over two years, and they were taking up way too much space in my 48 cd case.  It felt wonderful putting them away.  Plus it made room for newer ones.  I’ll miss thinking I hear the word “fishsticks” in a couple songs, but that’s about it.  I thought I’d miss more, but I don’t.

Breakfast: pancakes… waffles….. or smoothie.

I want the stuff I ordered to come in already.  I’m through being patient.  Gimme.  Gimme now.

This weeks’ forecast:  Some stress relieving shrieks/yells/crying/puking, work, making plans to NOT go out, with a good chance of showers.