“A Cobbler’s Children Have No Shoes”

Ever heard that age old adage, “A cobbler’s children have no shoes”? I’m here to tell you that it is absolutely the truth. Okay, not literally the truth as myself and my children do, in fact, own plenty of shoes. Too many, actually. Myself, an embarassing amount, if I’m being truthful. Which is a habit I try to maintain. Unless the truth implicates me in some not so flattering way in which I have no qualms at stretching the truth, or at least my version of truth which is in actuality a very watered down version. And, anyway. I’m not talking about an expansive closet full of Jimmy Choos and Manolo Blahniks. I’m talking about a tiny closet crammed full of Payless Shoe Source BOGOs and Old Navy flip flops. Not glamorous. No. But plentiful. In a bad way.

But, I digress.

This particular old saying actually applies to my tech-savvy husband and his failure to provide for my electronic needs. Remember my post wherein I introduced my cute-as-a-button pink Samsung Netbook? Her keyboard’s shot people. As in, some of my keys don’t work. At all. And I’m not talking about the unimportant ones. I could probably do without the brackets, or the ALT key for that matter. But I’m missing the basics people. Like a TAB key. Or an apostrophe. The number 1, which also hosts the exclamation mark and I’m all about expressing myself dramatically, people. It’s been AWFUL. I should quickly add that my hubby has actually diagnosed the problem and provided a solution. I need a new keyboard. Okay, great.

But, alas, I am still without one. In fact, my original draft of this post looked like something my 4 year-old son Jack would have constructed, so I had to finish the final draft using my husband’s computer that, you guessed it, works like a charm. Like his exclamation mark. And the number 1. Smooth as butter, people.

I will be increasing the pressure a bit so I expect to receive a new keyboard in a matter of days. Whether Jer will still have feeling in all of his protruding parts remains to be seen.

Until later, friends.



Um, hello? Hello? Anyone in this blog? **Crickets**

Whew doggie, has it been quite a long time since I have stepped foot into this beautiful blog o’ mine. If I didn’t know any better I would swear that I had been transported to some alternate universe where time slowed to a fraction of its original because I can’t believe it’s been almost two months since I have posted a little “hello howya doin?”. And trust me, I am not so self important as to testify that I have just simply not had the time to dedicate but, come on, its been TWO months. I’m pretty sure I could have squeaked out an “I’m still here and life’s still crazy.”

So, if anyone is still out there, allow me to first say, “Wow, you are one dedicated muchacha!” And then let me say, “I’m sorry for leaving you hanging so long.”

We have shimmied our way into summertime and I’m sure all of you know what that means…time to find more uses for rum. The kids are running around aimlessly, caught somewhere between extreme overstimulation and mind-numbing boredom. We’ve all already caught sunburns and have finally remembered to slather up in SPF and the beautiful sunshine is doing a great job of highlighting our faded paintjob on the house. That’s just great.

Other than yelling at my kids to “Shut the damn screen door!” and lamenting over my inability to show some Blogging love, we have been all aflutter in your basic summertime activities. There has been some sprinkler action, and some camping action. We have gone boating and have ate some terrific backyard barbecue. We celebrated America’s birthday with a bang ~ literally ~ and participated in our neighborhood’s annual bike parade. All in all, it’s been a pretty good summer and I am looking forward to what is still to come.

I’ll leave you with the following pictures and a promise that I will be back.

Bye for now, friends.

4th of July

My Yankee Doodle Dandy