I Take That Back

I changed my mind again.

No more nicknames or pseudonyms for my blog! :)

New Nicknames

FYI: as I continue to keep my blog public, I continue to feel compelled not to broadcast too much personal information, especially about my kids. However, I'm needing a change in their pseudonyms so in future posts

MC = Princess Buttercup, Princess or Buttercup

BR = The Avatar or just Avatar

BlOg oN ThE fRItZ!!

My blog went crazy, (as many of you noticed before me), so I had to close it down and re-work some things. I took the opportunity to change some things as well. Sorry if you felt uninvited for a while, but don't worry it wasn't personal, it was universal. ;)

Meme Book tag something or other...from PAWS

123 Book Meme Tag
Rules:
1. Grab the book closest to you
2. Open to page 123, go down to the fifth sentence.
3. Post the text of the next three sentences on your blog.
4. Name of the book and the author.
5. Tag three people.

Gaspar refused the rich food Melchoir offered him, and shunned his entertainments, preferring to gaze at the stars, sighting along that disc of his, or to retreat to his quarters, alone.

Soon the call went out to set up our tents. The animals were weary, Pacorus told me; it was best to give them a rest and start fresh in the morning.

Alphabet of Dreams, by Susan Fletcher

I tag: Ashley, Fran, and Ooo La La. :)

Is there an OPPOSITE to the mom of the year award??: Confessions of a poor, pitiful mom

I think I would get that after yesterday!!!

Yesterday, being Friday, I really needed a break and decided to just veg and do something completely non-productive and pointless. :) So after cleaning up a bit and then blogging for a while I decided to get out the wii and play a game that ML got for me a while ago. I've been thinking of this game lately and wanting to get it out because of all the talk about wii's and such. It's called "My Word Coach". (A game that my kids (and probably my nephews) wouldn't look twice at, but since I love words and language so much, I get a kick out of it.) :) Anyway, so I start playing this game and then my phone alarm goes off to remind me that I need to go pick up my kids from school. Yes, I need an alarm to remind me to pick up my kids (most days I don't, but some days I get so distracted that I lose all track of time). Well, my kids are currently participating in an 8 week "Fun Friday" after school program where they stay until the normal let out time (Let out time: 3:15 pm. Pick up window: 3:15 to 3:30.) (MC chose dance and PE and BR chose Art and PE.) So when my alarm goes off I look at it, remember the later pick up time, shut off the alarm and resume playing the game. I played a little of everything but I got playing this tetrus-like game (but with a word twist) and got so engrossed that I lost all track of time :/ and when I suddenly came to my senses and looked at the clock it was 3:37!! I start panicking and frantically running through the house trying to gather my purse, shoes and coat and get out the door (worrying the whole time what's happened to my kids...it was so late I was sure they'd have called from the office wondering where I was...so I'm going through all the possible senarios (good and bad) in my head). Just before I scoot out the door I get a call from the office saying that my daughter is there wondering if I was picking her up or, tactfully trying to give me a plausible excuse, if I'd made other arrangements. I tell them that I'm on my way and how dreadfully sorry I am and that I'd lost track of time and how I'm off because I forgot to set a reminder for the unusual Friday pick-up time. I'm sure this lady is thinking "What kind of mom needs a reminder to pick up her poor kids!?!? Yeah, exactly!! My poor kids! Who forgets to pick up their kids?? Because they were playing a lousy game?! Like I say, I'm the prime candidate for the Non-mom of the year award. I wish I could chalk it up to being only a dream where I forgot about my kids, but then wake up and realize I'm not such a bad mom after all.

You wanna know something else???

Well, maybe you do and maybe you don't...but I'm gonna tell you anyway.

Whenever I read a blog and I comment, I always check the box that requests any comments to be sent to my email account because I don't want to miss out on something somebody says... Well the funny thing is that I logged onto my email account tonight and I had about 61 unread emails, and many of them were comments that I'd already read because I check everybody's blog far more frequently than I check my own email! :P

Moral of the story: If you want me to know something or want to ask me something, post it on somebody's blog. :D

A bit distracted...

As Serin so aptly put it in her comment on my last post, "Apparently that really wore you out - you haven't posted since!" Tis sad but true. I feel that my brain is a bit mush lately. Sorry to disappoint. :) And I know how it must be such a let down for I love checking everybody's blog and it's always a delight when I find new reading material posted. In fact that's part of the problem. You all post so darn much that all the spare time I find to sit down to blogging (which is more than I really have...as you can tell by the time that I'm once again burning my candle at the wrong end) I spend in reading, relishing and chuckling at all y'alls witty posts and darling pictures/videos. Hence my blog has all but dried up. But hey keep up the good work everybody else!! I'm highly entertained, and it's all about me right?!!? :P

Late Night Addictions

I've determined that being a night person is quite a serious addiction for me. I believe it is as intense as any drug addiction and has many of the same side effects. First of all, I know it's not healthy for me. More often than not it means I miss out on valuable sleep when I stay up late because there are things that require me to be up early (namely appointments, or taking my kids to school) and when its daytime I think myself an utter fool and feel less than great because of my lack of sleep. And yet when it becomes night again there is something very seductive for me that lures me into staying up longer, and longer, and longer still. Further, I know that I'll regret it later, but this knowledge still fails to deter the behavior. There has even evolved a physical reaction, similar to a high, that occurs in my body to being awake at late hours. This physical "high" has led to many late night cleaning frenzies, admittedly this is when I feel most like cleaning my house, or embarking on any other project. My body has adapted to staying up because this has been my habit for as long as I can remember. I have memories of my dad sneaking into my bedroom to tell me to go to sleep in the middle of the night when I was not past 5 years old when all my siblings were sleeping in the room around me. One of my younger sisters reminds me of "exclusive celebrations" she and I would have in the middle of the night, just to celebrate a new month.

For the past year I have been seeking to metamorphose myself into a morning person (well this has been a wish for several years but lately an increasingly larger goal), and have made some progress, but again feel like a struggling addict. With the slightest slip, or taste of late hours, I feel overwhelming temptations to slip back into my old late-night-self, I too frequently succumb to such temptations and begin anew the struggle within myself to transform into a creature of the morning. I'm tempted by anything really...a project, hanging out with people, folding laundry, cleaning, cooking, catching up on emails, my blog... And so here I am at 1:00 am writing about battling my addiction rather than sleeping. ;) On that note, I will bid you good night...or rather good morning to all you morning people.