Think of This More As a Bunch of Little Blog Posts

I'm have blogger-block. I think taking the long weekend off was not so much refreshing as it was detrimental to all of my newly formed bloggiding habits. So, to stretch my blogging muscles and try to get back into the groove, I give you a list.


Here are a few things that have been happening in the land of things that are not bagels:

• My office building is under construction. I've whined about this on twitter, I'm sure. There's a lot of banging, scraping, thumping, drilling, and stomping, not to mention noxious fumes that make my head swim and no air conditioner. Today, they had to cut the power and phones from 12:30 pm until "a few hours" later. Which meant HALF DAY! I knew this construction had to benefit me somehow.
• Speaking of work, I have now officially applied for another job. We will see what happens. Hopefully, I will be able to keep my current not-so-wonderful job until this other one (or something else entirely) pans out.
• I just realized that I have some problems with the links to my earliest posts, because they were under a different domain name. I will fix this, I promise. I would have done it by now, but that kind of thing is daunting to me. Also, I'm lazy.
• Tonight, I'm going to go play Shaving Cream Baseball with the hooligans. Have I told you all that I help out with the Youth Group at my church? I can't remember and I apparently can't be bothered to look. So: hooligans=church kids between the ages of 10 and 18. FYI. Every Wednesday night from 7:00 pm to 9:00 pm. So if I'm not on twitter, that may be where I am.
• So, Shaving Cream Baseball. You're probably wondering what that is. Well, I will tell you. 
1. Go outside. 
2. Take a wiffle ball. 
3. And take a can of shaving cream 
4. (I'm linking so you know that I mean exactly what I say). 
5. Fill the wiffle ball with the saving cream. 
6. Yes, put the nozzle in one of the holes and hold down the button until shaving cream squirts out of all the other openings. 
7. Now lob the wiffle ball at a young person who is holding a plastic bat. 
8. Duck. 
9. Get covered in flying shaving cream. 
10. Repeat. 
11. All other baseball rules and strategies apply.
• After we play baseball with the kids, we will have a water balloon fight. Then we will send them home to their parents slimy, wet, and smelling like an old man. Why, how does your Youth Group work?
• A childhood friend of mine got married on Monday (don't ask me why Monday or why July 4th, I have no idea). She is the last of my childhood group of friends to get married. Oh wait, no. There's still one unmarried girl in the group. Who is that? I can't remember... Wait, I've got it. It's me. 
• In completely unrelated news, I'm afraid I'm going to end up bitter and alone. Without a cat, even. Because cats like to flay my face open.
• Moving away from the unrelated news and back into the original subject, I am completely happy for my friend and her new husband. He also grew up with us (middle school on), but didn't tell her he was in love with her until three years ago. It was a sweet ceremony and I'm excited for both of them to start their life together (both are from pretty damaged homes with really awful divorces, so I'm glad they each found someone to make a family with).
• Some more unrelated news again: there are no boys left from my childhood that will show up one day to confess their unrequited love for me. Just sayin'.
• I caught up on my feed reader. Either I was away from it for a lot longer than I meant to be (possible) or you people were incredibly prolific over the holiday weekend. Which is strange, because I totally wasn't. 
• I spent Sunday with the Godson. He's amazing. He chased Satan's Cat all around the house and she only scratched him once. Don't look at me that way. When a two year old is repeatedly told to stop chasing the cat and to leave her alone when she goes under the bed, or she might scratch him, it's a good life lesson for him to get scratched when he crawls under the bed and pins her in a corner. While I am saying, "No, don't do that. You'll get an owie!" and trying to pull him away from her.
• Godson says some really cute things at this stage and I'm going to bore you with a few of them (because it's my blog, that's why!):
• In response to, "I love you!" He purses his lips and says, "Too! Too!"
• He calls the cat, alternately: Kika (kitty-cat) or Isameow (It's a meow).
• In the same way most children mispronounce the word "truck," Godson struggles with the word "fox." And it's funny. So sue me.
• "Moo-Cow" is the catch all name for quadrupeds--especially horses, cows, moose, and zebras.
• The same goes for "Choo-Choo Train" for trains, large cargo trucks, RVs, and 4x4s.
• He will come find you to tell you when he needs a new "viper" but if you ask him if he needs to be changed, he will always tell you, "No."
• Today is a gorgeous day. Sometimes in the summer, I stare outside at the blue sky, the fluffy clouds, and the waving green leaves and I wish for a away to absorb it all and sear it into my mind's eye, because I know it will be gone in a few short months. And I feel like my body and my eyes are not large enough to take it all in. And then I hope that I can remember to enjoy it enough now to last for the long winter months, so that maybe by next year, I will have figured out how to capture it for good. 
• Now that Sister's home, I'm back in my own room. And I'm back to blogging from my new purple couch. I'm not sure how it's possible to ache for an inanimate object, but I can't believe how much I missed this couch. And that's pretty silly, since it's been across the hall this whole time. But it's been covered in clean laundry I was too lazy to fold and put away.
• That is all. 
• For now.
• Maybe.