Random Wanderings

Why is it that throughout the day Ill come up with topics to blog and then when the time comes to write I have nothing? Not exactly writers block...more like I have a million little things I want to say that have nothing to do with each other. Little things I think of through the day and have no one to tell. Or sometimes I just want to talk about myself and I already know how great (or messed up I am.) My children are too young and really you can only talk to yourself so much before people starting thinking about committing you...or at least medicating you. So this is my random post. And knowing me, Im sure it will be one of many.

-I hate punctuation. I dont remember the rules so I make up my own. Commas are ok but...is better. I have no use for ; nor do I even know truly how to use one. And Im very hit and miss with ' why waste the keystroke when if it isnt really necessary.

-I am a spelling snob. I have always been a good speller and cant understand why everyone else isnt. I tend to think that people who cant spell arent very smart. I know, I know that is not true (my mom and sister are bad spellers and VERY smart.) It is my secret discrimination. And I am mortified when I misspell.

-I love ebay. It is my crack and thanks to ebay my daughter has way too many clothes. Just dont tell my husband. I almost have him convinced that I sell more on there than I buy.

-I hate vegetables and thus am a horrible mother and am lax on feeding them to my kids (green beans and broccoli are ok.)

-I would rather read a book than watch tv. I would rather read a book than do almost anything else. I have to limit how much I read or I will neglect everything else. When I was younger my mom would ground me from reading as punishment. If ebay is my crack reading is my heroin.

-I have a bad temper. Nasty. Few people know this. Unfortunately the only people who really know are those I love the most.


-I have discovered craigslist. While it is not ebay it does make my check-every-day-list. I just got a great antique end table for $15! The hard part is not buying things just because they are a good bargain.

-When I daydream it is always about what I would do in various tragic events. Usually someone has died in my daydreams. Im one messed up cookie arent I? My children do not factor in my disaster daydreams. To think of anything happening to them is unfathomable and my mind cannot go there.

I could go on and on but I wont. My mind wanders so and will skip from topic to topic for hours. I am not nearly as interesting or witty as I wish but when you go days without speaking to another adult other than the grocery clerk the words have to spew somewhere. So this is where I spew. And the poor people who've wandered onto this blog are feeling so lucky.