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Monday, May 18, 2009

keeping my distance

I have absolutely nothing of any interest to offer and because of that, I've been trying to avoid blogging like the plague. But like everything else these days, it caught up on me...like a stalker ready to pounce on his victim. Okay, bad analogy. There's proof that my brain waves aren't...uh...waving properly.

I'm bogged down with things to do. In two weeks my kids will finish up with school and this end-of-the-school-year/beginning-of-summer crap has left me with my head spinning.

My house is a total shit pit, I kid you not. Well, there's not actual shit laying around, but I've just become so unorganized. I don't even know where to begin reorganizing. It might be better if I took a torch to the house, collected the insurance and started over. Pretend you didn't read that. It's just an idea. Most of the time, I don't follow through with my own ideas. I said most of the time. *wink*

Gah! What a shitty post! I know, I know, it's several seconds of your time that you can never get back! My deepest apologies. You can kick my ass later.



Blogger T said...

All of us with kids understand! I want to know why they pile EVERYTHING up at the end of the year????

Don't be to hard on yourself!

May 18, 2009 at 6:01 PM  
Blogger Koolio said...

Welcome, T! I guess when you say 'they', you're referring to my kids but they're not the problem, I am! I'm the one who simply finds a home for something and knows very well later on that I will need to find it a real home!

May 18, 2009 at 6:51 PM  
Blogger Charlie said...

I can't help it, Kool, but you make me laugh like hell.

We have a lot of shit laying around too (well, not real shit), but I look at it this way: the mortgage payment includes all of the flooring, so I use the floor for storing shit. Trip and Stumble City, man, but that's another story . . .

May 18, 2009 at 10:16 PM  
Blogger Attila The Mom said...

Nice to see you! I hate all of the end of year stuff too. grr.

May 19, 2009 at 7:17 AM  
Blogger Bird Shit and Baby Caca said...

I am glad my sister and I write our blog, otherwise I doubt I would have much to blog about. She has to get on my to write something.

May 19, 2009 at 8:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I threaten to burn down the Deridder house every other week. If only we were independently wealthy and could just point and have other people do our crap!

May 20, 2009 at 4:41 PM  

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