Well, I see I'm losing readers by the fistfuls. I never had many to begin with, so hello to the 3 of you sticking with me. I've become such a rotten blogger that I understand why people are jumping ship, but still... It's painful. Deeply, deeply painful. I feel a song coming on... KC and the Sunshine Band...
"Please don't go. Don't go-OHHH-ohhh. Don't go away... Hey, hey, hey."
If you're still here, come out of the woodwork and let me know. Leave me a comment, even if you usually lurk, just to say Hi. My battered blogger ego needs a boost today.
I guess another exciting post is in order so that I can hang on to all three of my remaining friends. So. Let's see... What to post, what to post. What.To.Post.
I got nuthin.'
Alex is seriously considering the military, which has me very nervous and upset. He hates school and doesn't really know yet what he wants to do. He feels like he's just kind of drifting and lost. I told him it's perfectly normal at 18 years old not to know what you want to do with the rest of your life. I don't want him committing years of his life to the service until he knows for sure that that is absolutely what he wants, since there's no backing out of it once it's done. I think teenage boys can have such a romanticized notion of the military sometimes, know what I mean? All that macho Hollywood crap. I want him to be SURE. Then, I want him to decide to pursue something else- lol! I don't want to be a military mom. I worry enough as it is. If you're a praying person, pray that God will give him direction and reveal the right path for him.
Mike has girl trouble. Last month, he and a friend (a girl, but not a girlfriend) decided they would go to Prom together, as friends, since neither one was dating anyone (do you capitalize the P in Prom? Is Prom really that important that it deserves a capital P? I wouldn't know since I never went to Prom, or prom). Since that time, Michael has started dating a (different) girl, who will, no doubt, expect to be taken to Prom by her boyfriend, if they are even still deeply, eternally in love by that time. The girl who is just a friend is not being very understanding about Mike's changed situation and still expects to be his date to Prom, or prom. His new girlfriend doesn't know yet about any of this. I doubt she will be very happy to know this other girl expects to go with Mike. Oh, the drama. Doesn't it take you right back to your high school years? Poor guy. I fear he's going to wind up staying home that night, without a date at all. I'll take him to a movie. That will fix it- spending Prom Night with your mom... Good times.
Let's see... What else.
Oh, I've decided to try my hand at quilting... Again. I've attempted this several times in the past, with depressing results. I don't sew. I'm not a sew-er. How do you spell sewer, as in "one who sews," without it looking like you're saying sewer, as in "all the underground pipes that carry waste and filth?" I guess I say seamstress? Ok. Whatever. I'm no seamstress. Never learned in middle school. Never took a class. Didn't learn from my mom. Ha! Visions of my mom, hunched over a sewing machine... That's funny!
I have a sewing machine. I can turn it on. From there, we start to have our troubles. But I love quilts, and want to make one for the baby. I bought a few books on Amazon and have been watching videos on YouTube, so I'm sure I can learn everything I need to know from those, right? I'll let you know how it goes.
Well. That's the big news for today. I said the other day I'd post pictures of my new haircut, and I will... Really. I will. As soon as it doesn't look like crap. I do not know when that will be. I'm sure all three of you are remembering I said that and you're waiting with bated breath to see the new hairdo.
What does bated breath even mean? The word bated would mean "restrained," or it could be like "diminished." Waiting with restrained, diminished breath? What does that mean? Does it mean you're sitting there holding your breath, waiting to see my haircut? Because that kind of makes sense... Does anyone know?
...Gee, I can't imagine why I'm losing my readership.