Absence

Holy long silence since the last post, Batman! I'd like to say that I've been really busy, but I don't think I'm busier than any other blogger, yet I'm virtually the only one who has been derelict in my writing.

The real skinny is that by the time I finally get finished with my day at work, bring home the kids, entertain them while trying to do household chores, make dinner for the kids, bathe and pj them and make my lunch for the next day all I really want to do is plop down and watch Dancing with the Stars (or Friday Night Lights--apparently I can't get enough Riggins, Lyla or Coach).

And really the blog is a metaphor for my life. It's not the only thing I've been neglecting. Things on the short list include the following:

• My diet. Don't get me wrong, I eat plenty of things I should (sugar snap peas, cherry tomatoes, fruit and meat--no bread--for lunch), but plenty of things I shouldn't ("Grown-up Grilled Cheese" at Baker's Square, butter soup--they call it tomato basil, but seriously, when the oil slick on top of the substance is both large and clear enough to display all of Roy G. Biv, it hardly qualifies as soup anymore). I just wish all of the stars would align and I could get all of my diet kinks ironed out. I do have a wedding in July in which the average size of a bridesmaid will be a 6--with me adding all 6 dress sizes and throwing off the average. I'd like to look good by then.
  
• My reading. I've been into guilty pleasures like Gonzalez & Daughter Trucking Co (good quick YA read, by the way) and People magazine. I need to start reading books that are, less, well, embarrassing to admit, yanno? In an attempt to right this wrong I started The Tipping Point last night and found myself referring to it twice today just so that people don't think the only thing I know about is Katie Holmes' latest fashion faux paux.
• My cleanliness. I don't think my legs have seen a razor in the last six months. With snow in April, what's the point? Plus, after the prickly stage, leg hairs just get soft, so they're not causing any whisker burn ifyaknowwhaddimean.
• Analyzing my dreams. I haven't devoted much thought to the underlying psychosis that makes me dream that of my nine remedial reading students, I caught two smoking--in the classroom--and one shot me in the ribs with a nail gun.
  

So blogworld, there are plenty of other things I've been neglecting too. I'd like to say I'll get better in the future, but probably not immediately: Dancing with the Stars is on tonight.