Honestly, I have not had time to do any blogging lately. Yesterday I went up to Dear Sir's work with the kids and we toured the building and went to lunch. I then went to my SIL's apartment to go to the pool with the kids and the piercing gate that gets in my head, and then I dropped the kids off with my man and went to band practice.
I sang myself practically hoarse.
And I want my Martin back. It is still, to this day, in the shop. It has been in for eight weeks now.
The ladies at the pool finally talked to me this morning but only asked if the girl with the blonde hair and blue eyes was mine and what grade she was in. I told them that she will be in first. They were about to ask if she went to school and I said that I homeschool. END CONVERSATION.
They ignored me the duration of the swimming lessons. People hate me, man. They hate me. I'm going to go cry myself to sleep tonight.
I have five plus miles to run today (I have been delaying it for a spell) and then I have to take the kids to the library where someone will most likely tell me to read the backs of books to get the proper info I need.
I am feeling bitter today. Maybe it is because I am so hot in this house (it is almost eighty degrees for some odd reason---I must report to Dear Sir about that) and I feel like a sweaty pig. And the drive box neighbors across the street took a huge truck and dismantled our mail box at ten o clock the other night but they have not fixed it yet. And I mean a couple of weeks ago they did this. They put a card in the mail box that was hanging by a thread that said "oops!" on it. Yeah, oops. I could barely open up the mailbox, it was all tweaky and lop-sided.
And I am getting hungry a lot, but then I don't eat as much as usual because for some reason I do get hungry but get full fast. Then about a half hour later I am starving again. It is annoying. I am the kind of person that eats a lot. Talks while eating yogurt over the phone. Makes no sense. People asking what I said over and over and then I get mad and have to repeat it. Dear Sir just gives up. "Are you doing something?" He will ask. "Yeah, eating," I will say. "I'll let you go..."
I think I am getting hungry because I am forcing myself to run five miles a day and so my body is probably dying slowly. My brother in law calls it beating myself to death. I rather like the sound of that. I pay penance that way, I guess. I always wimp out one day (usually Sunday) so I never hit the 30 miles a week mark because Saturday I usually just run a few miles for lack of time. Darn it. Who knows, if I hit thirty maybe I will start snacking on my kids.
Well, I better go and sweat some more in this eighty degree house. I have to call the DMV today too, that ought to be fun. Let's hope they don't ask what school my kids go to...