...for an update. Nothing. Hours go by, check again. Nothing! DAMMIT! When is this chick going to update her friggin' blog?
Oh, wait. It's mine. And yes, I'm a blog addict. I'm not going to admit how many I check on a daily (sometimes always multiple times daily it's eight). So there you have it. I'm updating even though I don't have much news to report. Just because I'm tired of looking at the same thing every time I click through my blog on my way to more interesting blogs.
Like, for example, my sister Gwenn's. I didn't think it was possible to be MORE updated on her life, because, after all, we talk on the phone usually no less than four times a day. (And that's hardly exaggerated at all.) However, some of the blog posts she writes are stuff we actually didn't get around to talking about! I only wish my other sister Melody would write a blog so I'd have one more thing to get addicted to.
OK, happenings in the Bender household this week:
Jon celebrated his 35th birthday yesterday. By "celebrated", I mean he went to work for a 12-hour shift, then came home to a dinner of leftovers (that he heated up for himself) and a "Kiss, kiss, love ya!" as I dashed out the door to my rehearsal. But we did have a party/dinner for him on Sunday, so don't feel too bad for him. Also, our friend Paul is hooking him up with a KEGERATOR
for his birthday, so he pretty much thinks this is his best birthday yet.
My biglets started T-ball this afternoon. They are too excited; they want to go out and practice when it is dark, when it's raining, in their pajamas, etc. Having never been a "sports kid", this just tickles me completely. Abigaile, while not old enough yet for T-ball, is enrolled in gymnastics. If you were to ask her at any point after any class what she did there, her standard answer is "I did tricks!" When you ask her, "What kind of tricks?", she is likely to roll her eyes (seriously) and say, "MOM! Like, gymNASTICS tricks!" (I didn't write, "Duh," but that's what she's really saying.)
A Katie funny from today: I was getting the kids ready for the aforementioned T-ball practice, and Micah was sitting on his bed while I tied his shoes. I should preface this by saying that I had to wake him up from a loooong nap to get him ready, and he was NOT happy about being awake, so I was trying to jolly him along. However, he has this freakish...."thing"...about having the "loops" on his shoelaces too long. (I know, he's strange.) But as I was kind of in a hurry, I didn't take the normal care to ensure that the "ears" are just the right size and the excess was tucked in. I just tied a regular old shoelace bow and was moving on when Micah wails, "I don't WAAAAANT my ears this big!" To which Katie briskly replied, "Well, Micah, that's the ears that God gave you." A beat goes by, and I start HOWLING with laughter. I say, "Katie, he meant the ears on his shoelaces." Then she backpedals and says, "But, Micah, you DON'T have big ears!" (Although he kind of does, but nothing like Josiah's!)
Well, folks, that's about it for now. I know you're all waiting with bated breath out there in cyber-world for me to hit "publish post", right?