She's not a crappy friend. Not at all. The reason I haven't blogged in such a long time can be summed up best in the words of John Lennon: "Life is what happens while you're thinking about blogging." Okay, he didn't really say that, but for the sake of argument, let's say he did.
My life since I last posted (which was February 27th...yikes) has been, what one might call, involved. Allow me to break it down for you...
Was the month from Hell. On the last day of the month, I literally said, outloud, "Dear March...don't let the door hit you on the ass on you're way out." Besides it being the longest month of the year (I know there are other months with 31 days as well but for some reason March feels like it drags on forever) it was filled with various doctors appointments. For all of us. Most of them were fine, but several of them dealt with my daughter and what eventually turned out to be a sinus infection. A round of antibiotics cleared that right up, but I could have done without the weeks (yes, 3 to be exact) of her being sick and not feeling well. At all. Along with the sinus infection came the MCAS tests which every 10th grader has to pass in order to graduate. My daughter, who is a straight A student and does amazingly well in school considering who her mother is, lost her mind during these tests which, coupled with being sick, was too much fun for anyone person to handle. Best part? We get to do it all again in May when she takes the last part of the exams. Yay. Pass the wine please.
I fought the urge to get myself a Pinterest account for a long time. I had several of my online friends say to me "Oh, you have to get one and follow me!" I finally decided "I don't think I waste enough time online as it is, let's add Pinterest to that timesuck" and I haven't been up for air ever since. Honestly, if I could pin the entire internet I would. Pictures of houses, pictures of cats, pictures of Josh Hutcherson (more on that in a moment), it's bordering on insanity. And the recipes? They authorities are going to have to remove me from my house on a pallet if I'm not careful (but oh, what I could do with that pallet...the ideas on Pinterst are endless!). It's gotten so bad that, last night as I was sitting with my husband on the couch I said "Is something wrong? You seem distant tonight." He turned to me, gave me a sober look and said "You've been on Pinterest for over an hour, ignoring me." Alas, he has become a Pinterest Widower.
The Hunger Games
My brother and sister-in-law got the first book for my daughter a couple of years ago for Christmas, saying they had both read it, loved it and knew she would love it as well. Naturally she read it, loved it and tried to get me to read it. And try I did. But the first chapter was so slow and boring I just couldn't get involved in it. Fast forward to last week when I decided it was high time I read it because really, the movie was out and I wanted to see it, but not before I read the book (I'm anal like that). Long story short? I'm hooked. And by hooked I mean I'm neglecting my regular life so I can read these books constantly. I read the first book in a few days and now I'm half way through the second and it's like "If you're name isn't Katniss, Peeta or Haymitch, I'm just not interested." And the things about The Hunger Games on Pinterest? It makes my head spin. My daughter has forbidden me from going on and looking at any of the memes anymore because they give away things I haven't read. Doesn't stop me from looking at other items though, like the Katniss Barbie doll that comes out in September. Yes I want it. And don't judge me over that fact.
The best part of The Hunger Games? Peeta. I'm so in love with him I can't even stand it. And Josh Hutcherson as Peeta. SHUT THE FRONT DOOR. Everyone has been teasing me about this, including my husband who wrote on my Facebook wall "What is Jen's favorite type of bread? Peeta." Yup. It is.
So yeah. That's just a little bit of what's been keeping me away from my blog low these many days. Hopefully I can make myself sit down on a somewhat regular basis and write about the oh so exciting moments of my life. Like when my Hunger Games pajamas get here. It will be like Christmas in April.
Seriously. Stop judging me.