Random collection of thoughts

First: how bad is it to ignore the pee on the carpet until it dries? Once it is dry you can't see it--so existentially speaking, it's not really there any longer. Right? Right?? Also, if you are so exhausted that your eyes are blurring so much that you can barely see to type, does Aunt LaVerle's comment about "doing today's work today" really apply to the dishes in the sink at present? Shouldn't you just go to bed? Once your eyes are closed you can't see the dishes, so existentially speaking, they aren't really there any longer. Right? Right?? And none of those comments of mother's about turning off the computer and doing the dishes because I don't find those comments very helpful. PS: for those of you who know that I am using the term "existentially" rather loosely (basically, in the sense that I am creating my own reality by embracing my own existence and not the pee or dishes existence), just hush up about it, okay.

So, I haven't posted in forever because well . . . I've been busy and tired and tired and busy. Maybe you don't think that justifies my poor behavior but please don't tell me about it or I might have to embrace a reality wherein you don't exist, and you don't want that!

What has been going on? Tim's been looking for a job--preferably not auditing (which he hates) and preferably closer to our house as we both hate his commute. Sometime in this decade I would like to get to spend some time with my man!

Today we went on a hike with one of Tim's coworkers and his family. Then we had a barbecue at their house. It was really, really nice. Unfortunately, I thought the completely overcast sky indicated no need for sunscreen. Ha. Poor Miriam. Or rather, poor Miriam's neck.

Yesterday the upstairs toilet overflowed which caused the downstairs toilet to overflow, which caused Cowen's room to flood. Good thing Cowen's room resembles a prison cell (you have to love houses built in 1945 that STILL have unfinished basements), so I didn't have to worry about carpet. Mopping up concrete is much easier. On the bright side, my upstairs bathroom is clean. As for the downstairs bathroom--since we keep it locked, I embrace a reality wherein that bathroom doesn't exist, so I threw some towels down. That should suffice. Right? Right??

I'm really glad Mom never reads this. Allows me to be so much more honest. Could you imagine the phone call I would get if she did read this??!! Kayli and Kami sure can. They've gotten those calls.

Unfortunately, I have been so tired that my book has completely stalled, which is ridiculous when about 15 more hours of work would have it ready to send to publishers. All of you who have read it SEND ME AN EMAIL ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU NEED TO READ THE REST. I need a kick in the pants in a serious way here, and Kayli can't say much considering how long it took her to write her last letter which she ended with, and I quote, "blah blah blah." So she has some work to do too.

Tim took one of his CPA exams this morning and doesn't think he passed. But I remain hopeful. Sometimes we do better than we think. Maybe this is one of those times.

Kayli took me to task for not posting any pictures of my kids for a long time. She said, "I don't even remember what they look like." Ha ha. Pirates EXAGGERATE so. Don't you find that to be true? But, since I don't want to have to walk the plank, tomorrow Tim said he would post some pictures I took of Miriam.

Until then.

PS: Aunt LaVerle, I sort of resent the "today's work today" comment as now it runs through my mind with almost as much frequency as Mom's mantra, "anything worth doing is worth doing well." Sometimes I would like to be able to turn OFF the little voices in my head!