Anyway. This is a bit how I feel my life is now every time I sit to write a bloggy post, and I resort to writing an instructional one instead which shows you none of my personality and all of my boring list-side. This is fine, I hope it helps some of you, and you've been lovely and generous about saying it has.
To be honest it bores the socks off me. But here's my life: get up at dark o-clock, when I don't want to. Get baby up. Get boy up. Herd children like goats. Package myself into some semblance of non-gargoyle appearance. Fix brekky. Nudge children with cattle prod to eat brekky. Rush out door, take boy to school, come back, play with baby, put baby to bed, work, write, drink coffee, make some Sierra's Gorp (tm) (really just chocolate chips without the actual nuts or fruit). Repeat later when I get boy from school. Collapse into heap at end of night. Wonder if I ever used to be interesting.
Mind you, I am not really complaining about this set up. I was merely trying to think what could be remotely interesting about me to tell you. I decided on the following things that bring me joy on a regular basis:
Gravlax. If you haven't eaten this lovely fish you are missing out. Not sure where to get it? Ikea sells it in their cafe. Or you can get my mother in law, who made some the other day and it's become all the rage in my house. (However, my mother in law is not for sale. Among her other sterling qualities, she helped me bury my dead cat last week in the freezing rain. That woman is GOLD.) There are lots of recipes online for gravlax, but basically you salt the salmon, put dill, pepper, and brown sugar, put it in a plastic ziplock, stick it in the fridge for 3 days and then voila, nom nom nom.
Free HBO. I have it for 3 months and it's been lovely. Especially finally getting to watch Game of Thrones season 1, which I had waited forever to watch. What a treat! I read all of the books (ALL!) in the early months of Rainbow Puppy's life when all I did was sit in a chair with my boob in his mouth. I've just re-read those last few words and realize if you lifted it from the rest of the sentence then I would look like a harlot. And whoo hoo for April 1, when season 2 starts! Nearly as bad as waiting for
Eric True Blood season 4.
Frozen Planet. Mein Gott, did you see that show? In HD? Really lovely with polar bears and whales and penguins and especially the woolly bear caterpillar who eats for 14 years and then lets himself get frozen to death, but somehow regenerates in the spring on account of a special caterpillar antifreeze running in his blood. Amazing.
The fact that I love my house. This is a really good thing because we are so underwater, we're basically never moving.
Being nearly done with revisions. Yes! YES! It is true and I am near and I am nearly giddy with delight about it. I'm on a strict finishing schedule, set by master critiquer Kristen Lippert-Martin. I know what you're thinking, you're saying to yourself "Hmm, I'd love a great critiquer, maybe I'll email that KLM and see if she'll critique me too," but do not. Do. Not. She is mine. MINE. You can only get her if you manage to get pregnant at the same time as her. As her track record is quite high with four kids already, this could happen but I implore you not to try it and see.
Okay! What are YOUR favorite things at the moment? You might be seeing more of these posts from me, so tell me if you enjoyed it. I kind of enjoyed it. I thought I was quite funny. That's almost always a bad sign.