When the highlight of your day was finding two freddo frogs inside one wrapper, you know it’s not been a good day.
If when you found the freddos, you promptly snapped a photo so you could blog it, then it’s definitely not been a good day.
NaBlo, it’s been lovely, but don’t think I can subject everyone to this quality all month.
Gah.
I signed up to do NaBloMyFuckingGoat again.
Someone shoot me now.
Day #3 and I’m already asking god why I thought I’d be able to blog every day.
ANYWAY.
If you’re interested in coming along for the ride (3 days in) you can find my profile here. We can amuse each other backwards and forwards.
Or something.
Welcome to the month of quantity over quality.
So after SOMEONE harped at me (and harped and harped and harped and omg harped) I caved and created some bloody lists on twitter.
Of course, they’re not sensible lists. You can check them out here.
I say we all create unsensible lists. Let’s have a unsensible silly list movement.
Because really, how silly is the idea of lists? Let’s just make people feel EXCLUDED by not being on my soooper seekrit speshul list.
Heh.
Actually, thinking of that, do you think I need a soooper seekrit speshul list?
And, who is sticking their hand up to help me bury bodies?
If you use Twitter, you will have noticed a ‘List’ function appear in the last few days. Twitter practically screamed about it at me. LISTS! LISTS! OMG SET UP YOUR LISTS!
But really, I want to talk about Twitter lists for an ideal world.
In an ideal world, where no one would get offended due to being included (or not) on my lists, here would be mine.
People who actually amuse me.
People who think they’re amusing but they aren’t. We’ve all been there.
People who I like a lot, but whose twitter stream drives me fucking mad..
People who say stupid things.
Shit. So that you know that you’ve made my shit list (credit for this one goes to JellyWrestler)
Famous people I follow because I’m a crowd following asshat.
Big name bloggers who don’t follow anyone back.
Jackasses who do nothing but retweet shit links.
People who clutter up my timeline but occasionally throw out a good link so I feel obligated to keep following.
People who I suspect also find their children annoying sometimes.
People who read my blog and enjoy it.
People who will get butthurt if they aren’t on one of my lists.
Businesses who set up twitter just to constantly tweet about their 25% off sale. But only if you’re in their country.
Politicians who thought that twitter might be a good idea, but they don’t follow anyone back, leaving them looking like elitist bastards. Still.
People who won’t jump to conclusions if I say something about stabbing myself in the eye.
People I actually like and think we should just skip twitter and get drunk together.
And finally, last but not least:
People who would help me bury a body, should the need arise.
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What would your lists say in an ideal world where no one would get offended? Or like me, in a tongue in cheek world. I’ve not got any plans to set up lists in the near future, so don’t stress about it.
You remember how the doctor warned me I’d likely get manic on the steroids?
Well OH BOY was he right. I’ve been busy.
Busy busy busy. I can’t sit still, I’ve been running all over the house like a chook without a head and even though I know what’s causing it I still can’t quite stop myself from poking Nathan every time I walk past him. He’s been a little bit saintly and hasn’t started poking me back yet.
We built an arena for the horses. It’s not entirely finished yet, but I’m proud of it and it was hard work. It’s made out of second hand tyres (cost: free!) and elbow grease. I’ve got another load of tyres arriving next week that should enable us to finish it up entirely. At this point, it’s usable though.
In other news, Amy has stopped sleeping.
Completely. And. Utterly.
I wake up at 3am to feed Isaac and she’s curled up on the couch, just sitting there. Last night I put her back to bed half a dozen times between midnight and 7am. It’s been … less than fun. It wouldn’t be so bad (she doesn’t make much mess, she doesn’t always wake me up) except that by the afternoon, she is hideously tired and will NOT nap. She won’t even lay down and rest. She just likes to sit on me and cry and whine and ohMYgod.
Sleeping: We’re not doing much of it.
But anyway, I’m on the mend now. The antibiotics are working well and I’m able to breathe again. Even though the extra energy has been nice, I’m looking forward to stopping the steroids. I’m pretty sure my family is looking forward to it too.
Oh and for a final whine, because I can, I got my period back today. My last one was when Isaac was a newborn, which appears to be how my body works. Have a baby, bleed for a month, get a period 28 days later and then nothing for months. So I’m curled up with a heat pack and chocolate, wishing I could stab my uterus with something sharp because it might hurt less that way.
Sob.