It's the weekend!

I made it through this week! Can I get a hallelujah?!

My two-year-old nephew has been staying with us for a few days. And there's the everyday babysitting of cousins and neighbor kids. And the taxi driving and the homework and the folding of the dreaded laundry. And writing the humor column. And preparing singing time. And cooking dinner and every other darned meal that these people I live with like to eat.

But do you want to know one of my favorite parts of the week? My morning run with my friends.

I think it is the only reason I am sane. Sort of sane, anyway. Unfortunately it has done nothing for my grammar.

cheeseburgers and spray paint - my two loves

I feel inclined to apologize to the people of Washington City who just witnessed me going to town on an animal-style cheeseburger at a public park.

I've been craving it since Seattle, I was starving, and it was AMAZING.

I must be going through a growth spurt.

I can't seem to eat enough or sleep enough lately. And I've been unusually cranky.

I have also been nesting. I have spray painted everything in my house that stays in one place for longer than five minutes. I almost got Chancho the other day. Almost. He's little, but he's fast.

Which reminds me, what does Donald Duck have against Chip and Dale anyway? We've been watching a lot of that lately and it makes no sense. So much animosity in that Donald Duck.

I know what you're thinking. I am certain that I'm not pregnant. This is just a case of regular old, crappy hormones. May they pass quickly.

(I almost forgot. Here's what I wrote this week over at St. George News. Remember when the turkey chased me in Minnesota? Elise 1, Rapist turkey, 0! Boo yah!)

Two weeks later...

Sorry about the blog silence. You know how it is - school is in, so I find myself driving to and from the elementary school about twenty times a day. Sometimes I think it would be easier to camp out on the school lawn with just a sleeping bag and a cooler full of salsa and chocolate milk.

On top of that there are the wild pool parties.

And the cousin visiting from Ohio for the weekend.

And I was in charge of concocting ten billion centerpieces for the church potluck.

Oh, and DJ came home with all of our Seattle crap to unpack, plus a hundred or so pounds of halibut and salmon to find a home for. Plus two enormous boxes of Washington peaches that I feel guilty about not turning into jam. Plus two large sacks of Washington corn, which is still stuck in my teeth. Plus a beard.

Somewhere in there my girls started ballet.

And my garage door broke. For a day or two it hung open at a wonky angle, officially making ours the classiest house in the cul de sac. My husband and brother in law finally monkeyed it back into place, but I assure you we are still classy. When I came home from Seattle I discovered our swingset leaning toward the ground at a roughly 45 degree angle, where it remains to this day.

I am also supposed to be writing my "humor" column right now. I'm currently 72 hours past my deadline and for some reason my brain is just NOT in funny mode. I keep trying to write and it is not coming out humorous. It is coming out like a technical manual.

Here's where we find out if this new Blogger app works. Cross your fingers.