It is a very rare thing for me to actually plan ahead a blog post.  I write on topics or daily goings on that I find funny or moving in some way.  As of late I have not been inspired enough to actually sit down and write.  Well, maybe inspired is not the right word.  I have inspiration but I find myself to be out of energy and oompf by the end of the day, wanting only to simply do nothing but relax for a while before heading to bed.  It is a lame excuse but that is why I have not been around much.

My mind has been on other things and my life has been a crazy whirlwind of out of town visitors and back to school chaos.  We have been chasing the last rays of summer as they disappear over the horizon of Fall.  We have had out of town visitors, been to BBQs, picked our combined weight in blackberries (and added some extra weight with all the crumbles, pies and sauces I have made), and been riding bikes around our neighborhood like nobody’s business.  Life has been being seriously lived over in these parts and my blog is getting a bit depressed about being left out of all the fun and excitement.  If my blog had toes it would be aimlessly kicking rocks and drawing haphazard lines in the dirt with them, fists crammed deep in it’s pant pockets.  (Of course one would also have to imagine my blog with hands to fist and legs on which to wear those pants, but that is neither here nor there.)

To bolster my blog’s sense of self worth I bring you some Carter-isms from today and then I will go and do nothing before going to bed.

• Carter collects things.  Recently there was an addition to his collection of two small plastic bead-like things.  One is yellow, the other is green and as of yesterday I had no idea what they were.  Carter had a friend over to play and so he showed his friend these two prized items.  His friend’s mom determined them to be BB pellets from a BB gun.  This morning one of his BB’s “sunk into the carpet and is now lost forever.”  There were tears and he was quite upset.  I was upset about how this BB will be found – most likely I will step on it tomorrow morning when I am half asleep and wandering around barefoot with a overly full cup of steaming hot coffee.  On our walk to the bus stop after this tragic loss, Carter told me he was looking for a baby boomer.  It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about but then I got it.  BB = baby and boomer = from a gun.  Ah, yes.

• Lunchtime.  It was the ye ole standby of mac and cheese with cut up hot dog today.  I don’t know about you, but I throw the hot dog chunks (appetizing, I know) into the boiling water with the pasta to cook.  Carter was, of course, in the kitchen standing on his chair ready to help.  He cut up the hot dogs and I added them to the water along with the pasta.  I set the timer and reminded him again that the stovetop and pot was very hot then I went about setting the table.  As I am placing the bowls on the table he hollers out, Momma, come look, the hot dogs are on the top of the water.  They look like floating boobies!!  In this instance boobies = buoys.  So how do you take your mac and cheese, with or without floating boobies?

That is all I have for you.  Carter starts preschool in twelve days, not that I am counting, and maybe then I will get back into my blogging groove.  I am off to have a well deserved IPA and simply do nothing before going to bed.