So I am sure that everyone has waited with baited breath as to why I haven't posted as much this past summer. The answer is easy. I HAVE BEEN A CRAZY PERSON. In every sense of the word. Should I have blogged this? Oh yes. But the pull away from my beautiful pink Mac has been so strong that even I couldn't drag myself away from my responsibilities (I know..Hard to believe.)
Thus far, I have had to deal with a vacation (who DOESN'T need a vacay? That would be me. WHY?? Who takes a vacay to Disney World in the raging heat of summer..That would be ME. Who would think she was walking on the surface of the SUN and wanted to beat Mickey out of heat frustration and exhaustion? Oh, again, that would be ME. I think I sweat enough to fill a small baby pool and turn it into one of those posh "salt water pools". Oh..Believe ME. If I had one of THOSE posh pools, that would most definitely be in my front yard, white trash or not). I had to deal with a broken arm from the four year old who decided that he HAD to have the cast the color of a traffic cone. I swear he could have gotten a job for the local DPW. Working papers? BAH. There have also been two trips to the ER due to toy related accidents in my hallways which is about a mile long and screams for preschools to race toys down it; only to have the toy slip out of there grip and face plant on the hard wood. This ending up with the two year old and a dead nerve in her front tooth. And enough blood in my house for a full length horror movie.
We also visited my brother and his bomb diggity wife down in Philly for some much needed down time. The only problem? I had to drive myself. By the end of the drive home I was either going to go crazy with a semiautomatic pistol or needed a drug induced nap. You pick which one was a better fit considering the children.
And THEN there were the baby bird incidents..YES. The baby birds. Somewhere and somehow, baby birds were showing up in my front yard like it was the place to be. Hopping around and chirping like they were getting their groove on at the local club. The only problem? They could NOT fly. What was I supposed to do?? I am an animal lover but refused to take them in. Until it started to thunder and lightening. Then all bets were off. I had to rescue then from the scary storm and the death defying rain. I think you can guess the outcome of Tiny Tim #1 AND #2. Even though I neglected my own CHILDREN to tend to these birds with eye droppers full of water and tried every darn thing for food. It was traumatic and awful. NO MORE BABY BIRDS. You are on your own, peeps. One can only deal with so much trauma. And I certainly don't need anymore PTSD in my life.
And now for the finale...I am ZUMBA LICENSED!!! Did I shake it in front of my make-shift "dance studio (composed of 3 mirrors in my basement) for hours on end? YES. But am I ready to get down with my first class? NOOOOO. More practicing...But here we GO! I will definitely post my schedule of classes here first thing. COME OF YOU CAN!!! (But don't wear stilettos, ok? I KNOW the pull is SO strong. But there are some HOT kicks out there. Go find them and get ready to shake it with me.)
Shake it like a salt shaker!
