killing time

The plan was to be exercising by this time today since I do that now. But then I got an email telling me that Downton Abbey Season 2 is available at the library waiting for me to go get it. But....I have to wait for the library to open so I can go get it.

So who's waiting? That's right. Me.

Why is it that sometimes when I work out it feels so light and easy and sometimes it feels as though I am dragging a cruise ship behind me? Up hill. In 5 feet of snow. I'd be a lot more inclined to strap on my $200 Nikes if I didn't think I would be cursing them when all is said and done.

Sometimes it's just brutal, youknowwhatimean?

I am addicted to Draw Something. I have 12 games on the go. And I hate it when I have to wait for someone to take their turn.

Come on, people! DRAW!!!!

The man and I laugh our brains out trying to figure out what this garbage is someone else has drawn and sometimes it takes me hours of thinking about it before I finally get it. Like yesterday 'da artist' drew a pharaoh but really it looked like a gingerbread man cookie with a weird yellow hat with a cowlick on top. She/he drew what turned out to be pyramids in the background but they actually looked like corn on the cob. I was very confused for a very long time and then the man and I exclaimed "pharaoh" at the same time. But then we spelled it pharoah and the game said we were wrong and I yelled at the screen "that is how you spell pharoah you dumb iPhone!"

Yesterday I learned how to spell pharaoh. So Draw Something is actually an educational tool and not a waste of time.

I even got Holden out of bed to help figure one out. He's freakishly good at it. Don't tell anyone I needed the 9 year old to help me, past his bedtime.

I still have 20 minutes before the library opens up. Let's see, what else do you want to talk about?

I guess I could/should start packing my house to move. On Sunday we took the kids to see the new house and to pick their bedrooms. The house seemed way smaller than I remembered. The walls are in bad shape and they need to be painted. The people who lived there patched some stuff and did a terrible job. The light bulbs were mostly burned out. We walked around looking at all the things that could stand to be changed. I left discouraged and down trodden.

The point I am trying to make is that I need to get over myself and suck it up. I am very fortunate to be going where I'm going and I need to remember that.

But then I found out that the elementary school in that community is bursting at the seams and my two littles will most likely have to go to school a million miles away. This makes me terribly unhappy.

Terribly.

I am hoping it's just the PMS talking and that in a weeks time I won't care anymore. But these little inconveniences remind me of the frustrations I have with the school board here, which are frustrations I don't want to deal with because there are other things I want to deal with. I get all fired up about it and I want to picket and threaten and stomp my feet and get my way.

Who builds a school that doesn't accommodate the community it's built in? Who was in charge of that? Morons.

So......12 more minutes.

Yesterday I took the kids to pick paint colors for their new rooms. Jack wanted burgundy, dark burgundy and Amelia wants a colour called Hot Lips.

So yesterday, I picked paint colours for the kids new rooms.

8 more minutes. I guess I should put some shoes on.

If you need me I'll be huddled in the corner getting my Downton on.

Cheerio.