The 30 posts in 30 days wagon, that is. I'm so boring I have nothing to write about each day for 30 days. I've resolved myself to at least 1 post per week.
It's hard to write about things in my life. Of course, there are a million and 1 things I would love to write about, but it's scary to put yourself out there for the whole world to see. Five years later is someone going to hold a post over my head? Even if it doesn't say anything, but my true feelings?
I broke down and allowed DH to buy a pool for our backyard. It's 12 feet long by 2 feet deep. I am in love. I could just float in there all day long. It was close to 100 several days last week and DH has to work in the heat. The pool is a good way for him to cool off. But boy, was it a bad week to buy a pool here in town. DH said the shelves were very bare.
Little Man had to be taken to the doctor last week. He came home and was carrying on about nothing. I had him lay on the couch and lay with me, but nothing worked. I had no idea why he was so upset. He probably cried for close to 2 hours before he said that his ear hurt. The doctor took one look in his left ear and said, "I can see why he has been crying." Poor Little Man. I guess it's part of being a kid.
Army Wives here I come. I'm such a T.V. junkie, but hey, we pay good money for cable. Might as well watch it when I have time.
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