Let’s just get this random started, I have a lot of pent up energy.
First off, Blogger hates me. I know it’s personal, and I will not put up with it anymore! First Blogger ate my comments, so I added a widget. Then Blogger ate my widget, so I deleted it and went back to the standard craptastic blogger comment form. But NOOO! Blogger couldn’t be satisfied with that. Again my comments were being eaten, so I had to reconfigure it and now I get a few comments now and then. But I KNOW blogger is still eating them. The latest move against me is that blogger will randomly change my font, so don’t be surprised if there are three or four different fonts as you’re reading. I’ve got my eye on you, Blogger. Your time here is short, don’t mess with me!
It’s spring here, in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, so of course that means rain for days. I’m tired of the rain, tired of the drizzle and the showers. I’m tired of the wind and feeling as though my car will be blown off the road at any minute. There is very little about the rain that I will miss. I will miss listening to the rain as I fall asleep, I’ll miss sharing that with Tysen. We were at a new year’s eve party and he was sleepy so we sat and listened to the rain. He still asks if we can snuggle and listen to the rain. That I will miss.
I recently discovered the joy of knee socks. I advise everyone to go out and buy several dozen pairs, because they are freaking amazing! Now, I'm not talking trouser socks, or anything dignified. Stripes, plaid, stars, hearts, argyles or anything dorky will do. I don’t know how to describe the level of comfort, so you will just have to trust me. Go to Target, buy them, wear them, love them. Go!
You know what I don’t understand? Well, a lot of things, but this in particular. Why do people put those little family decals on their car, with the name of each child underneath the little stick figures? Seriously, could you be any more obvious that you want your child to be abducted? Maybe I’m just incredibly paranoid, maybe I’m giving it more thought than it requires. Or maybe some parents aren’t giving it enough.
Phew, I feel better now. I’m done being random, but there is more to be found if you head on over to The Un Mom. So go visit, get your random on then go to Target and buy some knee socks!