I give and I give and I give

Hi! I'm tired but it's been a whole month since I posted so sensing that my audience (yes, all two of you. Hi, mom!) was withering away without benefit of my profound insight, I am forgoing The Search for the Next Pussycat Doll, and instead I am putting a little somethin' somethin' down for your enjoyment.

See, I'm a giver!

My lack of posting wasn't an intentional snub. I've been so busy and mentally very,very lazy! Everytime I wanted to post, I would crawfish. I didn't feel confident to thread together a coherant sentance much less a paragraph.

I have wanted to post about everything from civil rights to Britney in rehab; from depression to an event that forever re-shaped how I perceive life and death. I never felt I could do any topic justice, especially the seriousness of Brit's predicament. You don't just gloss over Miss Spears' spiral into madness. You've got to have your facts straight and your theories about her bizarre behavior well thought out. I simply couldn't get myself together to do it.

Why? Life, baby, Life - that's been the problem . Real life and all its boringness has sucked my will to write right out my heart, hands and mind. I've been busy cleaning this little house of mine so I can sell it and get one where I will live in for the next 10 - 50 years.

Cleaning may not sound like much of a hassle but the Cookstons and their lively little dog live like happy little piggies in a sty. No serious buyer would want our house if they happened to pop in on us with less than 24 hours notice.

The amount of trash and clutter that accumulates in our home in one day is staggering. I can mop and vacuum but a few hours later, one would never know we owned either household tool. The laundry, the sheets, the KITCHEN, Oh my Lord, does it ever end????

To top it all off, I despise household duties and I get ZERO satisfaction from doing my chores. It would be different if I could bask in the beauty of my clean and orderly house but NOOOOO, as soon as Frick and Frack get home from school everything I worked so hard to get done gets undone.

Where's the glory? Where's the beauty? I'll tell you where it is...it's under Capri Sun wrappers and Doritos bags. It's under the rocks that Cavitt pours out of his tennis shoes onto my freshly mopped floor. It's under the filthy clothes that get tossed carelessly wherever they get peeled off. The glory is outshined by the sparkly watermelon flavored toothpaste caked to my kid's sink and counter. The beauty is marred by the pee and poop on my rugs. I can't take it!!! Please buyer(you know who you are)Hurry! and purchase my house so I can stop the insanity of trying to be a compulsive cleaner.

Now that you know the reason for my vacation I promise to update at least 4 times a week no matter what! That's quite ambitious, you may think. But you know, I'm a giver!