I hope everyone had a lovely Mother's Day. Mine was wonderful. Breakfast in bed, pedicures with my mom and Andrea, dinner at my mom's house and then an episode of LOST. Does it get any better? Not for me.
I alluded to my lack of gardening in Friday's post. We've had intermittent rain here, and I was using that as an excuse to procrastinate. As it is now sunny and warm, that excuse has crapped out. I need to get in and lay compost this week, but I can't get excited about it. The beds are cleared (finally!) and I found potatoes online, but I don't know...I just have very little motivation.
Just as I was feeling like I had a workable schedule in place, I began preparing for my surgery. I just couldn't maintain the schedule while doing that. It should have been possible. It probably was possible. I just didn't do it. And now, I'm trying really hard to get my mojo back.
Have you seen my mojo? Because it's not anywhere around here.
So this week's goal is to maintain my previous schedule, to some degree.
WAIT! I think I know where my mojo is! I'm going to go check on Farmtown!
Monday, May 11, 2009
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Welcome to My World
It's a crazy one. Here's the guide.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
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6 comments:
Bwahahaha. I haven't seen it, maybe it's with mine?
You don't want to do real gardening, because it's easier to do virtual gardening on that Farmtown thing!!! STEP AWAY FROM THE FARMTOWN!!!!
xoxoxoxoxo
I lost my mojo in the airport on the way to Vegas and I haven't seen it since!
you got me hooked on farmtown.
i'd send you some white citrus lotion at the hospital after your surgery if i know where you're at.
:)
hope it all go smoothly!
STEP AWAY FROM THE FACEBOOK WOMAN!!!!!
See, I thought you had MY mojo. Huh. Wonder where it is?
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