Babies and bee stings.

When it rains, it pours...well not really here in Alaska. It mostly likes to drizzle and act very annoying for extended periods of time (this summer anyway), but that's not what this post is about.

Fran has a fever, sick, achy, cold, you name it. I have not seen her this miserable in a long time, and if this crud she has is not gone by Monday we're going to the Dock.

She goes outside to enjoy the tiny bit of sun we were graced with today and stepped on a bee and gets stung. Sheesh! I hate telling them to wear shoes, but with those buggers around I think it's a good idea.

Secrets

I keep secrets from people including my husband. I don't usually mean to and they're not big whoppers, I just don't tell him everything running through my head. I think he'd leave me if I told him all of my random thoughts. I'd constantly call him on the phone and say, "Hey, I think we need another plant over there, or some trees right here, or I know, lets get goats!" Ok, I had to tell him that last one.

The reason for this post is because I have not told him about this blog. I think that he would think it was dumb and a waste of my time. But then I could be wrong, I often am. I know I should tell him especially because it's not a big deal, but it would be to him if I didn't tell him. I just really wanted to try it and I didn't know if he'd approve and I also didn't know if I'd forget the password after one day and never come back again. This is my third post so I immagine I'd better send him the link. I tend to not express my feelings very well, and he's pretty good at it. Perhaps this can help explain what goes on in my little head.

Spell Check

I wasn't really kidding about spell check. I'm so excited I just found it. I like to think that I'm somewhat intelligent, but if you are an intellectual reading my un-edited stuff, you'd think I was a complete backwoods hillbilly, which I am. But I don't really want to look like it in my spelling. Too bad they don't have run-on-sentence check. I'm sure my mother will find my blog soon enough and, well, bite her tongue (poor woman I've bitten off her head too many times for correcting my spelling and grammar). The other thing that I realized is that other bloggers tend to be mostly women (not always the nicest critics) and also mostly of the English Major sort, or something close by. That is a tough crowd to please, which is one big reason I've avoided it for so long. I was a Chemistry major for all of 1 year, in which time I avoided all English classes I could, except speech, and that was to teach myself more self confidence. I also LIKE math. I know, you can gasp and choke, but I think it's fun. I also don't really read, unless you consider facebook reading, or how-to books on "How to build animal housing" or "Living with goats" or Barnyard in your backyard" or "Martha Stewart Living" those are my kinda books.

Well, Ser (my only follower) you're right, this is quite fun. I was going to write a post about the kids going to bed titled "The whaling and gnashing of teeth" but then I found the spell check and they quieted down.

(Just FYI I just corrected 8 mis-spelled words in this post. And I'm not sure that I chose the right spelling for intelligent.)

A Blog?! Don't be rediculous.

Really... A blog? Ser, I hate you. Well not really, but...

I have wanted to do a blog ever since blogs were invented...but who has time? Apparently I do. I have time to waste on facebook, why not here as well. I have come (a little bit) to realize that this can provide a place for me to blab to nobody in-particular, and perhaps let me say a little bit more than, "my kids are driving me insane today" or "making my first batch of mayo, YAY ME!"

If you are reading this blog, I'm sorry. I have never done this before. I rarely even read blogs, even my friends who have blogs I don't even read because they are not right on facebook which I do religiously read. I do read recipe blogs sometimes with beautiful pictures and elaborate descriptions, but how could I ever live up to such expectations?

I think for now I won't spread the news of a blog. Knowing me I'll forget my log-in password and never get back here for another year...(like I did with MySpace and that other Yahoo email I created for no good reason.)

I have plenty to say but considering it's 2:30am, I'd better go to bed. Besides I think my husband would have a conniption if he descovered I was creating a new blog at 2am...I really hope this thing has spell check.