Boring Can Be Fun

Oh! Hello there. Nice to see you again. Yes, it's been a minute since you've last heard from me. Whether you missed me or wish I'd gone a little longer without giving you the lyrical poetry that is my writing--I'm very sorry. But if you wish I didn't post so much, why would you be reading? I must, therefore, assume that if you are reading this, you longed for my next post and are having fits of joy over this one! You're so nice. :) As I mentioned not too long ago when I gave you the picture of a goat as a teaser to our amazing California vacation, I told you I've been pretty busy. Normally, that's a sad excuse for all sorts of things, but for this blog and my lack of posts? Totally valid. Erego, feeling no need to justify my long absence from the intertubs, I move on to telling you about, Part I of our Totally Tubular California Vacation! The first part of any vacation, really, is the anticipation of the trip. I began pre-planning outfi...

Well, folks, I'm fresh back from a wonderful, fantastic most Boring-est Fun vacation a girl could have hoped for. This also means I am pooped. As per the request of the more manly half of Norgren Duo (our gracious and amazing hosts--and cousins!), there will be tales of frolicking in meadows, of hiking mountains, of tasting fine wines, of exercising for the Fun of it, of sunning in SLO (San Luis Obispo), of eating clam chowda on the West Coast. O f pregnant goats at yard parties. But not today. Today I am tired, back at work, and coming off my vacation high. Do not fear, though! I took copious notes and hope to be able to cobble something together that doesn't make you roll your eyes too hard or fall asleep with boredom. Until then, here's a picture for you to whet your appetite for more.   Hi. My name is Chloe and I'm about to birth some babies. Happy (almost) Friday.

Answer: Because I'll do anything for a reader. (Within reason.) Because I had a few minutes break at work. Because he's a heck of a swell fella. Question: What is, "why I'm making a single, solitary post to wish Mr. Fernando Senra a birthday full of absinthe wishes and caviar dreams!" P.S. This is what that kind of birthday looks like: P.P.S. Calories never count on birthdays!

If you clicked on the link to read this post after having seen the title, then I absolve myself of all responsibility for your lack of enjoyment of this post. You've been warned. You've heard folks say they feel like they have a mouth full of cotton balls when they "have food poisoning" (aka, they're hungover). Well, I fell like someone has lifted the lid on my noggin (the hinges hide under my hair) and removed my brain, and filled the cavity with cotton balls. "What the frank do you mean, Rebecca?" Forgive me if my metaphor leaves much to be desired. What I mean is that I feel fuzzy. You ever have those days where your brain just feels sluggish? Slow? Fuzzy? I already said "fuzzy"? Oh. Forgive me. I'm just really fuzzy today. Huh? Oh, sorry for repeating myself. I'm just so fuzzy-headed today. It cannot be blamed on lack of sleep, even though I am putting in OT at work. I still manage to get in at least 8 hours of sleep. ...

WHERE IS SHE?! I know. You've been desperately wondering where I've been. "What's been the (Boring) haps, little lady?" You've asked, and yet I have not answered. Well, sorry guys. I've been busy at work, working overtime and junk. That means when I get home, I'm not really eager to spend any more time staring at a computer than I've already done for the day. Really, ten or eleven hours is enough. (I've heard that Eight is Enough , too.) However, I'll take a minute of my extremely valuable time (I italicized it to emphasize how extreme the value of my time is) to give you a little recap of what's been going on lately. 1. My dad has a talent, lately discovered, for falling and banging the s*^% out of himself. This week he has a seriously hurt (possibly broken) collarbone, banged up shoulder, hand, elbow, chest, etc. What happened? "I was carrying a bucket of dirt." Oh, and he tripped over something while carrying a bu...

I can't help it. I just adore the Christmas season. I get giddy thinking about it. Knowing full well I'll get a collective "DUH" from all of you, I'll go ahead and roll out that tired old line: However much I love Christmas, I do not like all the stress of the holidays. (Yes, now is the time to say it. DUH.) But you don't care if I love Christmas in April. You want to know why the frank I'm writing about Christmas in April. IT'S APRIL, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. It's not my fault. Promise. I was thinking perfectly Boring thoughts while browsing the interwebs, when I stumbled across an article about creating a plan to start prepping for Christmas now so that this year, I won't have to be in debt to my eyeballs and stressed out during what should be a joyful season. Then I immediately created a document called  "Christmas 2013" listing the people I know at present I'll need to shop for and started trying to jot down some idea...

A fun thing I like to do is take an idea and RUN with it! Well, mentally run with it. Sometimes for just hours, and sometimes for days or weeks. I suspect I keep myself out of a lot of trouble (and probably miss out on some good adventures) by mentally running away with various ideas that captivate me. How so? By mentally exhausting myself with whatever hair-brained idea has cropped up in the old gourd and, essentially, trying out a fad without ever investing any actual energy or money into it. I do this when I want to redecorate (and eventually get exhausted at how much work DIY would be and decide I like my place pretty much as it is); when I want to try a new exercise class (and then get over the excitement of the idea by calculating how much it would cost me--that'll kill a buzz pretty quick); when I get the idea that I want to be a stay-at-home wife (and then remember how I dislike housework and how much it would cost Patrick to cover my benefits). On t...