Reading (and writing) blog posts

I do a fair amount of blog reading every day. I have my favorites and occasionally I will stumble across something new-to-me that I have to check out. And I find I am drawn to people who write about their daily life. Even some of their more mundane stories I find interesting. I think this is due to the fact that I generally think of my own life as boring and it's nice to relate to people who don't have much more to share than I do. So with that said, I'm going to try to start blogging more here and just post whatever is going on in my life from day to day.

Contain your excitement.

Yesterday was my day off work. I love Wednesdays. I have changed my day off from time to time but I like Wednesdays off most as I can really only handle work two days at a time. And after two days of getting up early, I need a mid-week opportunity to sleep in. So Wednesday off works well for me.

I got up about 10:00, got my son up, had a little breakfast and then talked to my friend Kathy about an errand we were going on later in the day that we moved up to noon. Which was going to include lunch. No problem. I'm only eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes at 10:45 (it took awhile to get to the actual eating portion of the morning) so I'm sure I'll be ready for a meal again in a little over an hour. I'm a trooper like that. At least when it comes to food.

So Kathy and her mom picked me up and we headed out to order t-shirts. Kathy was purchasing shirts for her and her "employees" to wear when out on photo shoots. She's a photographer and currently employing my son as her intern. Not that he has any interest in photography but he's majoring in marketing and is helping her out with some business-y related things this semester. Like creating "ugly ass flyers" but that's a story for another day. Anyhow, we wrapped up our t-shirt ordering and headed to Caddaugh Irish Pub for lunch.

And yes, I had plenty of room for fish 'n chips. Those Frosted Flakes didn't get in the way one little bit.

As a matter of fact, I even had room to eat half a cupcake when I got home.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful. (Oh, you were holding out for some excitement here? Yeah, not today, I'm afraid). We had grilled cheese for dinner and here's the thing: I don't understand why the family (husband and son) thought it was okay to complain about the lack of a "real" meal. Did they just meet me yesterday? Don't get me wrong, I don't mind cooking. But if I've been out to lunch, I am usually good for the day and don't need another large meal so why one earth would I cook just for two of them? That makes no sense at all.

Besides, I didn't want to over-do it at dinner. I had that other half of a cupcake to eat before the day was through.

Hubby went bowling and I spent the evening doing paperwork, computer stuff, and updating my to-do lists that were scattered about. And that pretty much sums up the entire day.

And I bet you can't wait to come back tomorrow and find out what I did today.



Terri Davenport said...

"Did they just meet me yesterday?"

Ha! Love it. I feel like that all the time.

Haley D. said...

You crack me up! Sounds like a pretty good day to me. Tell the guys that they have two choices: take it or leave it.