I'm sure you've noticed, but I haven't blogged much since before Christmas. Problem is, I feel like I've lost my blog voice. I think about blogging and then think, "What will I write about?" Don't worry, it probably won't take this girl who loves to talk long to get back in the swing of things. This is the first blogging slump I've faced, and I don't much like it. I really enjoy blogging. I love connecting with all of you. I love sharing my feelings. I love writing to create memories for my family.
I'm sure there are lots of things I could blog about. Like how I recently discovered that I was terribly misunderstood by many of my family members after Grady went to heaven. That has stirred up lots of feelings in me, and will be a very controversial post to come, for sure. But I don't feel like going into it today.
I could blog about how I HATE the cold weather. I stay cold in the winter, and it doesn't help that right now we're having a huge cold snap here in the south. It also doesn't make it any more pleasant that we don't have a fenced back yard for Buddy, so I have to take him out in what feels like sub-zero temps for him to do his business early in the morning. And of course, yesterday, the coldest morning of the year, he was more interested in trying to chase leaves and pull me down than pooping. He was NOT on my happy list!
Or I could tell you about the wonderful time the girls and I had with my Aunt Juanita and Uncle Lawrence on Monday. (We picked blueberries at their house, remember?) She made a feast for lunch and then we sat in front of the wood-burning stove listening to stories of long ago.
I'm sure you'd want to know that my dinner plans fell to pieces last night, starting with the fact that my chicken wouldn't fit in the crock pot Monday night. I was going to cook it all day yesterday and make some white chicken chili. But I had to buy a roasting pan after work yesterday. I put it in the oven and thought for sure it would be done. But after cooking for almost three hours, the juices were way too pink. Plan B...Salmon patties. Problem was, after Gib opened the cans (with NO bones I must add) and I went to make them, I had no eggs. My sweet friend next door, Nicole, came to the rescue. (Thank you!) But it just wasn't as good as the chicken chili I planned AND we didn't eat until almost 7:30. Uggh.
We're hoping for snow tomorrow afternoon, but typically when they forecast it, we don't get it. We'll see what happens, but I have two girls who are REALLY hoping for some!
Before I go, a couple of pictures just for fun.
Gib was trying to relax in front of the fire. Buddy wanted to snuggle, too. But if you look closely, Gib has the vinegar-water bottle, hand-on-trigger, in his left hand. Thankfully, he didn't have to squirt Buddy...he behaved himself very nicely.
And look at what my girls did.
They were supposed to be "playing" in the playroom. Instead, they took ALL of their stuffed animals and covered ALL of the stairs with them. I had to help with that clean-up. It would have taken them all night!
Guess I found something to blog about today. Nothing of true significance, but something nonetheless.