The Ever Elusive Username...

Okay, so here I am again.  I know it's has been the ENTIRE school year awhile, but...I have a legitimate excuse...well, sort of...it goes something like this:  I got lazy, then I just plain forgot, then I remembered I was a make-believe blogger, and I attempted to return to the fulfilling life of a sharing my random nothings with a group of unknown someones...however...I forgot my email address.  Seriously.  I tried everything.  You see, I have a special email account that I used solely for logging into my blog...and because I only use it for that...I forgot it.  I guessed for hours...days...I was accused of being a robot many times due to my persistence.  Finally, tonight, a strange thing happened.  I had decided enough was enough...and I wanted to blog again...so I was going to begin a NEW blog...Facing the Frenzy Part Deux, if you will...but one last time I took a stab at it...and typed in a username that resonated a key of familiarity...one that I have tried two or three DOZENS of times over the course of this week...and lo and behold...IT WORKED!!  So Facing the Frenzy remains a solo act...the one...the only...however, as I warned you all before...I really want to merge more of my teaching journey into my original blog...so be prepared to be assaulted with educational tales that may or may not be of interest to you!  Of course, I say this NOW...now that I am merely days away from summer vacation...

All That and a Bag of Chips...

     Okay, so I know I am really, really bad at this blogging thing...I want to be a good, faithful writer...but truthfully...first off–I bought a Kindle Fire and have sort of...abandoned my laptop. Not that I couldn’t blog on my Kindle Fire–I can, and I have...it just takes me a really long time. And secondly...I just can’t seem to focus on any one topic long enough to fill an entire entry...so today, out of guilt, I will sit here faithfully and type away...however I make no promises whatsoever of staying on topic...none. Remember that.
     This weekend was a whirlwind of various happenings...first off...Friday night we took the kids to see The Lorax. Which now brings their movie theater total up to a grand total of THREE visits. I know, we really outdo ourselves around here...we call it: Being Cheap. So off we went to spoil our children with a real movie theater experience. I liked it...I didn’t LOVE it...but that could be due in part to the fact that I had overtired, and ill-behaved Claire on my lap nearly the entire time...whispering LOUDLY things like, "When is it OVER? I want to see the movie I saw on your computer...I don’t like these glasses...they are HURTING my ears...Is it over NOW?" So...I have to admit a sense of relief flooded over me when the credits finally rolled. So much for spoiling our children. I walked out feeling like I had just put my child through torture...a very expensive 3D butter-coated, caffeine-splurging type of torture. Then, as a final kicker to the evening we had to make a quick stop at Walmart on the way home to make an emergency microwave purchase...as Neil had witnessed ours shooting out flames earlier in the day...and since I have a really serious bacon addiction right now–and pan cooked bacon is gross–we HAD to buy a new one. And seriously, what is it with Neil and fire-inducing appliances lately?
     Roll Saturday. Payton had her first EVER friend birthday party invite. Big stuff here. So, off we went...the entire family to send her off in style. I panicked slightly when giving her wardrobe free-reign...as she ended up with a Packer jersey and leggings...seriously? First grade? First party? This has sparkles and floofy skirts written ALL over it! Doesn’t she realize these will be the party photos that will resurface in 11 years as yearbook and slideshow flashbacks? However, I gave her the choice, and I wasn’t going to interfere...so off she went. Party was a huge success...(three of the six girls in skirts...future Prom court right there...). She happily chattered away the entire way to Grandma’s house when it was over. Claire and Carter were green with envy...and I was left yearning for Payton’s next birthday when I can put together an equally kid-wowing soiree.
     Unto Sunday. Well...went to Mass and Grocery shopping (put away groceries and realized we have 20 boxes of cereal in our pantry. 20. None are old. None are stale. We stock-pile cereal the way Mom and Dad did toilet paper.) Ate bacon...felt exhausted, ate more bacon. Took Excedrin to counteract exhaustion. Wished the house didn’t smell of bacon. Made cereal bars after feeling extreme disgust at having 20 boxes of cereal...Managed to use up two...down to 18. And now...Excedrin has kicked in enough that I could blog, and will now go whip up a casserole for supper...and maybe some laundry...and closet cleaning...although the kid's just put in Camp Rock...and I may get sucked in.
     And that my friends is a really long, really boring entry. You asked for it. I warned you. I did. So there. (Cue really childish tongue-sticking out and finger wiggling).

In the beginning...

     Okay, so excuse the flippant biblical shout out, but it was the first thing to pop into my head!  I have tossed around the idea of a blog for awhile now, and I have finally succumbed to this current whim...My biggest fear in starting a blog, is that nearly everything that I would write about, I would obviously be sharing with all my closest friends...the very people who would be reading it.  And really, how exciting would that be?  Plus, I lead a very unexciting life...on the grand scheme of things, that is.  A crazy whirlwind of activity, but on a small rural-scale--hardly the material of a best seller.  But, if Seinfeld could find raging success with a show about nothing...there may be hope for me yet!