Friday, January 25, 2008
We have a condition in the tundra here known as Cabin Fever. Those acquainted with it know that you don't mess around when you're trying to cure it. They also know that ignoring the malady can result in ax murders, poor shoe purchases,or unexplained disappearances of family pets. I woke up today with a raging case of it. One would think that with TWO (count them, readers! One! Two!) snow days off of school last week--20 bigs ones WAY below here in Brrrrrr Lake--I'd be in rare form, ready to compose concertos or redo entire floors of ye olde farmhouse here. But no. I was in a funk. So I put on ABBA and danced around in the kitchen while my bacon was sizzling. Feeling better. Then I wrestled with the Mugster. A tiny fit of funk still growled from deep down. So then I cuddled up in our library with 8 episodes of The Office and finished my American Girl doll sweater. A friend called to invite me to a High School Musical Fest. Seeing some blue sky now... Paco (I'm going to use code names for people in my blog from now on...10/4 Good Buddy)-- is enticing me to ski with him out in our field. Cabin Fever BE GONE! Should it creep wickedly back, I am prepared to fight it with quiche cooking as I write and an evening of C.I.B.---(Catalogs in Bed)--1)Rev up the electric blanket to about a "6" 2)Slither into flannel 3)Load up with all manner of seed, gardening, knitting, Mother Earth News, and toy catalogs 4)Spring into bed and stick cold feet on Paco's back 5)Grab the lion's share of blankets over to my side 5)Read, comment, circle, and underline as you watch the night grow darker and colder 6)Dump all magazines on the floor (avoiding dog preferable) just as you drop off...zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
So if I didn't post it here, you would never know that on this date January 15, 2008, I have broken each and every resolution that I made on New Year's Day. Are you shaking your head in disbelief that I'm so weak, or are you nodding in sympathy? Actually we've had an overdose of deaths lately, and it's been a full-time job just to keep the funks at bay. Here's another secret. One of my resolutions was to be a dynamite IN YOUR FACE blogger! I got a blogging book and blogging lessons for Christmas! I was vying for Rookie Blogger--all in my mind. I think I'll take it easy on myself, though. After all, one of my students dropped my camera so I can't start posting pictures yet. And I have another question. Is the average age of bloggers in the late twenties or something? Thirty somethings? No blue hair blogs out there????? Find me one of those I can join!!! Varicose veins. Paid down mortgages. Knitting calluses. I'm reading blogs written by yuppie overachieving home educators!!! Running circles around me and cooking to boot! Help me out here!!!