Thoughts on Thursdays
Brandiuk
Thoughts on Thursday posts are easy. You just write all the random thoughts you're thinking. Super easy. Perfect for the almost end of the week when your brain is too fried to be witty. You should try it. Grab the button, paste it in a blog post, and start writing your thoughts!

  •  First off, it isn't Thursday it is Friday.
  • What happened to Thursday?
  • I started this on Thursday?
  • If I can have 15 chickens why does one more chicken more or less worry me, how does one pesky, nanny-goat of a neighbor bother me so much that I feel like I can't have what I want and be happy?
  • Why do chickens make me so happy?
  • Is it spring yet - can I put the tomatoes out? 
  • Why isn't there some bank in the cosmos where I can buy back the days I've lost somehow? Yesterday went to the storms (internal - not climate) and today isn't much better. Or the days you lose to flu, or the days you lose to headaches? 
  • Why can't I remember the things I had to say on Thursday itself?
  • It had something to do with Leif - right?
  • I need a bigger house, and a bigger yard - where is it? 
  • Why when I lose my patience will no one leave me a lone long enough to find it? 
  • I should mail this stupid popcorn, there is no way I'm making it to Amarillo this year. 
  • Maybe if Dawn comes here then she can get the popcorn - when is Dawn coming here?
  • I never want to be involved in popcorn sales again - ever. 
  • No, I don't want to teach again next year - leave me alone, see above (patience)
  • sigh
  • Dear baby chicken, why for dost thou peep?
  • I need to write something in my appointment book - damn! I keep forgetting! 
  • I don't actually want to volunteer at the May bookfair. It wasn't hard but I'm still in anti-social mode.
  • How did the class fish go unnoticed sitting on my kitchen table for a whole week past spring break? 
  • Damn!
  • One of my seeds molded - and it was only one, but it hurt my feelings. 
  • How pathetic is getting weepy over seeds?
  • Because Brian says I'm not allowed to spend money on real plants this year as he is tired of spending money on things that die in October. However, I argue we spend money on entertainment and food and these are just a variation on that, right?
  • Yes, the man did wash up my seeds. He didn't mean to, but he saw the cups as dishes and the seeds as suspicious black growing things in the cups and he failed all together to recognize that they were the seeds he helped me nick, or the dates written clearly on the cups, or the types of seeds labeled. He also failed to notice they were on the tray with all the peat pots. It only set me back 4 days but still it really bugged me. I mean after all I'm not allowed to spend money on established plants this year. 
  • Dear baby chicken? Is it really such a deal? Could you peep a bit less when my head throbs so much? 
  • Is it odd that my daughter is making her older brother pretend to be her Mommy? 
  • Can someone please give me all those lost days back in the form of a lump sum, and set someplace on a tropical beach? 
  • I don't like sand but I'm willing to put up with it for the serenity the waves give me. 
  • I didn't used to like the ocean, it snuck up on me. 
  • After watching about 15 hours of shark week the other weekend with the boys I've changed my mind about getting a beach house though. 
  • Hey - about that leaving alone and patience thing...
  • Eh - this is probably thoughtful enough, see you tomorrow.
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Brandiuk
I've not been on in a while.
Partly because I wanted to see how much time the online world was consuming in my life and see what I would do with less time spent online. Partly because all of our working computers were not working, and therefore going online became a major endeavor. Going online was not really worth my time, or the frustrations.
Sometimes, I wonder why I bothered with the internet when it was dial-up. I was such a pioneer.

Anyway, with a computer back, and working, I thought - "oh I should go online and say something useful." However, after having been offline all this time I got nothin.
Nothing of any import or use to say. Maybe because it is after 9pm and my brain has shut off. Maybe because I have a headache.
Maybe because I've not vigilantly kept track of things I have to say. I should keep post-it notes or something. Then, of course, the funny part would be looking at post-its with random words on them wondering what the hell they were all about and scrunching them up and throwing them away. Or perhaps I would save them for posterity. Or maybe I'd repost them until they became significant again.
Firefox says repost is not a word. I'm sure it would accept a hyphen in there, well guess what - it ain't gonna get one. Funny, it accepts ain't. Sigh, I give up.

Queak has discovered the word bitch but he doesn't know it is derogatory. He thinks it is a sound affect. He heard it on tv, and he thought it was hysterical. The other night I turned the tv on, and the channel it was on blared out South Park, for the 5 seconds it took for me to panickedly reach for the channel button he heard approximately 10 swear words. Again, sigh. I have been trying to decide all day what to do about this. I'm not sure I want to draw attention to the word since he is genuinely oblivious about the meaning. On the other hand, it has to stop - now.

Buttercup has learned to make unpleasant grunting, squealing noises to express her displeasure at parental rulings. She's 3, and she's arguably the most spoiled of my children but she is perilously close to discovering what soap tastes like.

Leif has some form of PTSD regarding the blow he took to his head recently. The stitches are out, but from time to time he has nightmare style flashbacks of the ER, and from time to time he comes to me, curls up on my lap and clings to me sort of weepy for no reason. Admittedly the day scared the living hell out of me too. Sometimes I marvel at how different they are, Queak who insist stitches in the face not only don't hurt but had no affect on him at all and Leif who is showing signs of mental distress every time someone mentions that day. I know that I am a devoted enough mother that I will go with them to the ER every time the need arises. I also know that days like that likely take years off my life and I am pretty sure I need to check myself in the next time to be treated for shock.
This is all strangely compounded with the fact that Leif is adamant that he will break a leg soon. This was a palm-reading he got some time ago, and he believes it so utterly that I'm not sure what to do with him. I keep asking myself if I'll be strong enough to be the person who holds his hand when they re-set the bone. Can't they get someone who looks like me? Surely the hospital has stand-in mothers on tap?

The kids have approximately 2 months left of school. I wonder what next year will be like, if they will have teachers who mean anything near as much to them as the current lot. Is this their halcyon year or is this one of many blended years? I just often wish it didn't all go so fast.
Having said that, I'm tired and glad the school year is drawing to a close. I need the summer. I need to see things in bloom and wake when we wake and sleep when we sleep.

My friend is leaving soon, to go home to Delaware. Today, when she was at my house I had a hard time imagining her leave. I suppose that's always the way, really. I hope it is what she needs it to be. Friday, we will go to a farewell dinner for her, a chocolate dinner. Who can say no to chocolate dinners?

That's about all I have for now. Perhaps I'll be witty tomorrow - if the computer is still here and still working even.




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