I Should Write A Book
Have you ever said this? Or has anyone said it to you? I can answer yes to both. Problem is, no one would believe anyone's life could be like mine. I know people who have lives far more chaotic and dramatic than mine. I think we could collaborate and make the next Desperate Housewives! Instead of being narrated by a dead housewife, it will be narrated by the woman who actually wrote that book. You heard it here first.
Here is just a little piece of my life. And really, isn't that what the blogs are for? To share little bits of our lives. Today, Nikki--one of my extras--wanted to know where the cord was for Emily's laptop. I thought that was really bizarre. I asked her if it was attached. I guess if it was she wouldn't be asking for its whereabouts! Of course it wasn't. I went and checked it out. Nope. No cord. So I get down on my knees...no easy task, and start hunting for the cord in question. It is no where. By this time my knees are screaming at me. "Hey! Get off!" It then hits me, that Ryan had been playing with the computer in question earlier. (We are bad and have 5 in the house! Yes, five!) "Did you take the cord to Emily's computer?" I asked. "Yeah." he said matter-of-a fact. "Where is it?" "Under the couch." Okay. So I am groping around under the love seat, which has little or no room to begin with. My knees are threatening me with revenge if I don't get up NOW. "I can't find it."I told Ryan. "I put here." he proceeded to lift up the cushion and there was the cord in question. So I ask, has anyone ever had that happen before???
Then this evening, after Rich had come home from his geek fest--err--windows 7 release he had goodies galore. I asked, "Well what did I get??" Ryan's answer..."You don't get anything. You have to work." Ahhh kids....you gotta love 'em.
Here is just a little piece of my life. And really, isn't that what the blogs are for? To share little bits of our lives. Today, Nikki--one of my extras--wanted to know where the cord was for Emily's laptop. I thought that was really bizarre. I asked her if it was attached. I guess if it was she wouldn't be asking for its whereabouts! Of course it wasn't. I went and checked it out. Nope. No cord. So I get down on my knees...no easy task, and start hunting for the cord in question. It is no where. By this time my knees are screaming at me. "Hey! Get off!" It then hits me, that Ryan had been playing with the computer in question earlier. (We are bad and have 5 in the house! Yes, five!) "Did you take the cord to Emily's computer?" I asked. "Yeah." he said matter-of-a fact. "Where is it?" "Under the couch." Okay. So I am groping around under the love seat, which has little or no room to begin with. My knees are threatening me with revenge if I don't get up NOW. "I can't find it."I told Ryan. "I put here." he proceeded to lift up the cushion and there was the cord in question. So I ask, has anyone ever had that happen before???
Then this evening, after Rich had come home from his geek fest--err--windows 7 release he had goodies galore. I asked, "Well what did I get??" Ryan's answer..."You don't get anything. You have to work." Ahhh kids....you gotta love 'em.
Comments
I definitely thought about writing a book, especially when I was a foster care worker for the state.. could have been quite interesting the stories I could tell.