Another Lot of Nothing

Along with the flu, it seems like there's a bad case of Writer's Block (or Blogger's Block--at this point, they're interchangeable) going around. A lot of people have it right now, which is a shame because... what the heck am I supposed to read now?

I can't place blame anywhere, though, because I too seem to have it. We all have our different reasons, and mine don't sync up with anyone else's, but still... I have it. So, I'm drinking lots of fluids and getting lots of rest to recover from it. (Does it matter if the fluids have high alcohol content? I didn't think so.)

I just want to jump in and say that one of the reasons for me starting this blog was to "find myself".... rediscover pieces of me that was lost or misplaced or even just buried under this mountain of laundry that never seems to go away. There's also not a lot of storage in this tiny birdhouse of ours, so stuff gets piled up in corners and collects not only dust, cobwebs and stray legos, but also little bits of me. Suffice it to say, I'm around here somewhere. I'm know this because I'm starting to reclaim my lost pieces. It's just a start, but it's happening. Which leaves me in limbo some days while I adjust. So, please, bear with me.

In the meantime, I'm slogging through life. We're getting by. For better or for worse. And a lot of it lately has been better. So no where in this blurb about nothing should it sound like complaining. Because I most definitely am not. That whining is just the sound of my voice. You'll get used to it. Trust me.

I just want to leave you today with a snippet of how singularly awesome my 3 year old is in his personality and development:

He's watching a Land Before Time movie this morning (hey, he's got the sniffles... cut me some slack), when he came up to me and articulately explained that if he lived back then when the dinosaurs were alive, he would go up to the bad guy and do this....

... and then he made his hand into a fist and punched me on the leg.