sometimes i hesitate to write something here because it wouldn't be appropriate for the whole world to see (not that i think the whole world reads me, but they do have that option should they choose to use it) or because i don't want my mom and dad to read it (since they're about my most faithful readers) or because i feel like it's boring & might chase people off. but this is my online outlet & if people don't want to read it, that's okay with me. i like putting things here that are funny, not just so that people will laugh, but because i love to tell a good story and it's cool to be able to take something that's only vaguely amusing & turn it into something that can get a real laugh. i love to read the blogs of funny people, but i almost feel sorry for them once they fall into the rut of being a consistently funny writer. if people tune in for a read & don't get their anticipated laughs, they feel let down. i don't have enough funny in me to keep the hilarity going every time i write. there are days when i can't find the funny anywhere at all. sometimes i really want to complain or whine about things, but no one wants to read it & it generally doesn't make me feel better afterwards anyway.
so here's my stuff that i feel like writing about today -
we went to a birthday party at chuckie jesus today & brooke loves to ride the simulated roller coaster thing there. she told me, "i like to leave my seat belt off & put my feet up on the handle bar & play the air guitar when i ride this thing - it makes it more extreme!" and she is absolutely right. i wish i'd thought of that!
yesterday i had to do my monthly cleaning of an office downtown & there was no air conditioning, so the thermostat said it was 90 degrees the whole time i was in there. i was a big blob of sweat & determination for the hour & a half that i spent cleaning. but i felt kind of proud of myself for staying & doing the job even though i'd been offered the chance to skip it by the office manager. my parents taught me a strong sense of commitment even when we seriously didn't feel like it & most other people wouldn't have bothered. thanks, mom & dad.
after cleaning the hot, stinky office, i came home & after a brief couch flop, a fat, nasty storm kicked up. i scrambled around to get the electronics shut down & unplugged (we've had two computers struck by lightning at this house even though they were on power strips. maybe it's because we're on a hill.) and then i realized that the kittens were getting totally drenched from the rain blowing through the windows into their little house. so i threw on a raincoat & ran outside to close the windows & put a cat carrier in there which i tossed them into to give them a little more protection while they screamed & cried & scratched up my arms. when the torrential downpour stopped i went back out to check on them & found that some crap scraps had washed into the middle of the house from somewhere & then gotten squished by the pitiful kitten feet & i felt compelled to lean into the house & scrub the poop soup off the concrete as best i could to get rid of some of the flies & horrible stink.
today we sent the first of our babies to her new home. her name changed from hector to tesla and brooke cried when she left. she's with a family who we know a little bit & i'm sure she'll have a good life there, but tonight, i suddenly felt all weepy & sentimental about the first of my babies being off with a new family in new surroundings. i'm not sorry she's gone, but still... i hope she makes a good chicken kitten & earns her keep.
and there you have it.