More Nothing

Today was my first day back at work since spring break and the kids’ first day back to school. To say this morning was crumby is an understatement! After more than a week of sleeping late to all of a sudden getting up at 6:30 – or 5:45 if you’re Taylor – was, in the infamous words of Jeff Spicoli, gnarly, dude.

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My family is conspiring against me to get a dog. I don’t want a dog. Don’t get me wrong. I love dogs and have had several in my lifetime. They’re wearing me down, however, and I’m pretty sure we’ll be owning one soon. As long as I’m not the one getting up in the middle of the night with it or cleaning up the backyard is all I’m gonna say.

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I’m reading the most excellent of books! It’s called Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana Franklin. It’s a medieval (1172) mystery in the fashion of CSI – two of my favorite genres all mixed in together! Here’s the back blurb:

In Cambridge, four children have been murdered. Wrongly accused of the crimes, a small community of Jews threatened by Catholic mobs is given sanctuary by Henry II. To assist in proving their innocence, he summons an expert in the science of deduction and the art of death. She is Adelia, a prodigy from the Medical School of Salerno, and an anomaly in a medieval world, who is forced to concel her identity and her purpose from England’s grave superstitions and condemnation. One man willing to work with her is Sir Rowley Picot. His personal stake in the investigation makes him an invaluable ally – and in Adelia’s eyes, a suspect as well. From navigating Cambridge’s perilous river paths to penetrating the dark shadows of the Church, Adelia’s investigation will not only reveal the secrets of the dead, but in time, the far more dangerous ones buried by the living.

Now if I only had time to read more…

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Tomorrow I go back for the tattoo touch ups and my first laser hair removal treatment. I’m so excited about never having to shave/Veet my underarms again.

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Thursday is my thyroid biopsy. I’m seriously not concerned about the results. I’ve had these nodules and calcifications for at least 10 years. I AM, however, a little freaked out about the actual procedure. Todd is taking off work to go with me which means I’m getting a Venti White Chocolate Mocha out of the deal so I suppose it’s not so bad. Besides, Radioactive Girl gave me the scoop on what to expect so I know it’s not going to be as horrible as it sounds.

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I’m listening to my iPod and 100 Years by Five for Fighting is on right now. If I listen to the lyrics it will make me cry. Not because they’re sad. They’re just, I don’t know… So very, very true.

I’m 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I’m just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

I’m 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we’re on fire
Making our way back from Mars

15 there’s still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there’s never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

I’m 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I’m a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind

I’m 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I’m heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life

15 there’s still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star

15 I’m all right with you
15, there’s never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

Half time goes by
Suddenly you’re wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We’re moving on…

I’m 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I’m just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

15 there’s still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you’re on your way
Every day’s a new day…

15 there’s still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there’s never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

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I’ve become addicted to Sudoku. I hate it, but I can’t stop myself. I have to do two or three puzzles every day and then I dream about it at night. The other night it was like a cross between Hollywood Squares and the beginning of the Brady Bunch with faces and numbers or numbers and faces or something. I don’t know, but it plagued my sleep all night long.

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I slighted Ben in my telling of how the boys scared the girls last Thursday, but only because I didn’t have all the details when I wrote that post. Ben’s part was rather devious and I believe Jesus warned about people like him. He went down to the basement and told the girls he needed to use the computer for something. Then when Taylor was scratching and knocking on the basement windows and the girls were freaking out, Ben was their hero. First he told them it was only the wind, then he said he’d go check it out and when he came back he told them it was just the wind. Nothing to be scared about. So he got them a little worked up and then lulled them into a false sense of security, priming them for Taylor’s entrance. And he seems like such a nice boy, too.

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The girls that spent the night were my little homies. Or K Squad Unit Fresh as Taylor calls them. We had been talking about the last days of Jesus’ life the previous two weeks so Thursday night we watched The Passion of the Christ only after getting the parents’ permission. A part of me was hoping either the parents would say no or the girls would change their minds. But no such luck. And it actually turned out to be a very good thing. Intense, but good. And after the movie was over they decided to watch Hairspray. lol

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There’s a two-inch gash on my good coffee table in the living room. Not a scratch that I could maybe rub out, but an honest to goodness gash. I just wish I knew how it got there so I could make myself feel better by blaming someone. But no one has any idea how it got there. The hand-me-down coffee table in the family room is fine. The really cheap table is fine. The good coffee table? Not so much.

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I’m terribly behind in my bloghopping. Now that I’m feeling better and things are getting back to our regular routine, maybe I can catch up. But right now I think I’ll go take a little nap…

0 thoughts on “More Nothing

  1. That’s such a great song! I really love it :-)Hope you get to the bottom of the coffee table mystery. Doesn’t it just figure that it would have to be the good one???

  2. Hi Jenster! So glad you are feeling better. It must have been tough going back to work today! I now have the flu and had to take an extra day. I just couldn’t do it, I tried, but the thought of being around all those kids today, made my headache worse!Glad you had a good Easter. Sounds like your kids really had a blast.Good luck with your procedure. I’ll be praying for you, although I know it will go well. Keep the focus on the big prize….Starbucks!!! You deserve it. Don’t forget the whip cream.XOXOXO

  3. I love that the guys all banded together to freak the girls out, lol. Good times, good times. Don’t you just love how it’s always the NICE furniture that gets messed up, but the old bargain stuff stays in pristine shape? We had a kitchen table ($25 from a thrift store) for years that took such a beating and never looked any worse for the wear. But recently Jericho drew some pictures for us…with permanent markers…on my heirloom ANTIQUE oak table, and it bled through. Auuuugh! It didn’t make me feel better having anyone to blame.I’ll be praying about your thyroid biopsy, that all goes well with good results.

  4. i love Sudoku, too. I play it way too much, but I’m getting faster. It used to take me like 20 minutes to do a medium, but now I can do it in 10.I think coffee is a great cure for any ailment.

  5. I’ll be thinking of you and your thyroid.You are so incredibly brave!BIG HUG!Thanks for always supporting me on my blog.And I was kind of laughing about your swollen waxed lip…I’ve had a zit cluster on the side of my nose for about a month. A huge, red, deep ugly thing. And nothing I do to it will make it go away. Of course when it looks like it is going to heal, I pick it and squeeze and start all over again.God is trying to keep me humble.Gashes in tables, cracks in glass, drawings on woodwork, broken miniblinds, gum in the carpet. These are a few of my favorite things. NOT.For the person with the heirloom table with marker stains. Try a magic eraser, but do it very, very gently on a spot that won’t get ruined to see if the writing comes off. Then use a tiny bit of mineral oil and buff. It should fix it.

  6. Oh and the dog thing.I’m not going to tell you what to do, but as of April I’ll be dog-free a year now and I’m much more sane than I used to be.No one likes to come home to chewed up rugs, pooped on couches or peed on ficus trees.If you get a dog, I highly recommend a cockerpoo. They do not shed (although they need professional grooming). They are very smart, they are loving and sweet, they can catch balls and fun stuff.

  7. I love sudoku, too. When I finished the last book I had, about 10 days ago, I promised myself that I wouldn’t but another one until I’ve read 10 books. I’m almost over the DTs of sudoku withdrawal!

  8. I’m so glad to hear from you. I LOVE your brand of ‘nothing’May your procedure be as pain and terror free as possible, and I’ll be praying for the results, too.BOO for coffee table gashes and horrid boys scaring girls. stinks!Hope your ‘feeling better’ lasts a good long time!

  9. So much to comment on…and so little time. LOL.I’ll pray for your biopsy on Thur. It will be fine, but all the same, I’m so glad Todd is going with you. Jenster, you are such a great mom. I mean that sincerely and from the bottom of my heart. All the tidbits I take in from your blog just point to what a lovely boundary you walk between friend, mom, authority-a$$kicker, and spiritual guide. Your kids are blessed. Sorry about the coffee table–and that there’s no one you can lay blame to. Because if it has to be scratched, the satisfaction of blaming someone is the least that God could do for you. 😉 Oh, I kid. Are you gonna have smiley faces added to the tats? Kinda like Walmart–I know how much you love that place. xxxooogretchen

  10. I love it when “things happen” and “Noone” did it or knows anything about it. For me. . . 10 of my salad forks are missing. They’ve been disappearing one and two at a time for a year. I think my foster son is taking them for his lunch and “losing” them later. But he vehemently denies any such thing. It’s the fork demon, I guess. And maybe he took my forks and gashed your table!!! LOLLove the words to that song…I don’t think I actually knew them…since I’m past that halfway, it’s certainly pause for thought!!!

  11. “I hate it, but I can’t stop myself” is how I began almost all the hobbies that now fill my days…running, swimming, and knitting. Somehow the hate but passion to continue turned into some strange sort of love.I will think good thoughts for you for the biopsy! Remember to take Tylenol!!!! No one told me and I had a much rougher time than was necessary!

  12. Hey Jen!How did the biopsy go? I am thinking of you and sending good thoughts out. 🙂 I had a question and thought you might be able to help….the twins I babysit for are being baptized next weekend. I’ve never been to a baptism and have no idea what to get them. I myself love the 23rd Psalm, and think it’s pretty interdenominational, so I’d love to give them something with that…..any ideas?? I’ve been googling but haven’t found anything good.let me know how you’re doing, chica!

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