Tuesday, March 26, 2013

How I Succeed at Doing Nothing

Poor Reagan needs some new sleepers.
He's growing so fast, he is literally busting at the seams. 

This one has earned him the nickname, "Hobo toes."

So last night I tried my hardest to have a productive evening, and it just wasn't happening. I was thwarted at every step. I tried to get an early start on Easter by stuffing some eggs. But it proved to be quite a loud activity, and I was almost caught by Gracie. Had I not thought fast when I heard the pitter patter of her feet and turned off the lamp, plunging the room into total darkness, I totally would have been busted.

So I moved on to a new activity.

Thought I might do a little rearranging and sorting in the basement. It was only Midnight. Ya know. Night was still young. :) But about 10 minutes into that I saw a spider, and well...

Time for a new activity.

I debated cleaning the kitchen, creating a display for my silver in the china cabinet, and/or discovering a cure for something, but each of those had their own drawbacks. In the end I opted for sitting on my rear and blogging. So here I am.

But now I'm just pooped. I think I'm going to dress up old hobo toes as a cowboy today and take pictures of him. That just sounds like a fun idea. Random? Totally. That's how my brain works. It's a crazy place in there. In ma brain. 

Better get some rest. Who knows what new activities I'll think up but won't get accomplished today. It's   exhausting doing all of this thinking!

P.S. Happy Birthday to my cousin Alisa! She would have been 32 or 33 today, I believe. Alisa lost her battle with leukemia nearly 20 years ago. She was just 13 years old.

My cousins Frannie, Missy, Alisa, and Me :)

Alisa was one of my very best friends and cousins. She passed away when I was only eight years old. That was a lot for an eight year old to process, and I know everyone in my family still misses her very much. Hate is not a word we typically promote around here, but I HATE cancer!!!! 

So Happy Birthday, Alisa. I know we'll get to hang out again someday. Until then - "Jump jump! The Mac Dad will make you jump jump! The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump! Kriss Kross will make you Jump Jump!" Oh, the 90's. :)


Cassie said...

bahahaha - just like the saying about the first child eats something bad, you call the doctor. second child, you wipe it off and say they'll be fine. the third child you wonder if you really need to feed them dinner. ha. poor third childs. lol.

Adrien said...

It's so true! :)


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