This post may be long. Really long. I’m warning you. Feel free to tune out at any time. I have nothing important to say. Things to say – yes, just not very important. As I write my daughter is lying on the couch watching Scooby Doo for the pillionth time. (This is a word my son Ian came up with several years ago. It means a whole lot). I used to be a huge fan of Scooby. I was so happy when Analese got over her Barney obsession, which was started by my mom thank you very much. We all jumped for joy and I promptly threw the DVD’s away lest she change her mind. About 6 months ago she settled on Scooby and that is where she has stayed. I hear the theme song in my sleep and I find myself saying “jinkies!” at inopportune moments. Trust me when I say I am over Scooby. ALL of us are. Except for Analese. Stubborn little bugger.
We celebrated Noah’s 13th birthday last weekend. He begged me to not put up a picture but I couldn’t resist just one. Apparently some kids at school were goofing around googling each others names and when they put in Noah’s name an old blog of my sisters came up. Voila! There was a picture of Noah and I. He was horrified. I have no idea why this bothered him so much but then again, I have no idea about anything to do with him anyhow. Teenagers mystify me. I am positive I was not anything like him. My mother-in-law (Noah’s grandma, my late husbands mother who I still call my MIL) flew out for a surprise visit. Not a surprise to me just to the kids. I don’t like *surprises. (I am a stick in the mud I know.) *For the record let me clarify. I like some surprises. Like if my husband brought home a (real) Louis Vuitton and said “honey I bought you something”, well, I like that kind of surprise. ANYWAYS, grandma came for a visit which was great. We had lots of fun and she cooks really good. I like being cooked for. I love food, I just can’t cook it. 
She made the most heavenly ice cream turtle cake for Noah. Lots of leftovers which are now sitting firmly on my hips. Noah got a new paintball gun for his birthday. I know nothing about paint balling except I have no desire to play it. I went once and that was enough for me. He and several friends went for his birthday and came home covered in mud and welts. Oh yeah. Fun.
Baseball season is upon us. I love baseball. Really, I do. However, having four boys who all play and who are all in different levels is ridiculous. I plan on living at the ball field. Someone open a Starbucks on the school campus please. 
Lots to write about on the subject of our world but I will save that for another post. Have to collect my thoughts of which I have many.
Does anyone even care about Hollywood anymore? I didn’t hear about the Oscars at all. No one at work watched them. No customers watched them. I don’t even know what anyone wore which is usually what I love to see. All those people in la-la land are finally being reduced to irrelevance. It’s about time. I wonder how they feel about their huge tax increase courtesy of their hero Mr. Obama. Snicker. (That was snarky – I know). Snicker. *Edit – I am back. This is an edit. I have to confess I have not read any of my friends posts in a loooong time. I have been on an Internet fast of sorts. Not for lent, for personal reasons. (Doesn’t that sound annoying?) ANYWAYS, it seems as though some of my friends (ahem girly) DID watch the Oscars! In my defense, I do not live in a land of perpetual snow and ice with a good excuse to be cozied up inside. Also, these Hollywood people are practically my neighbors and in the news every stinkin’ day so I feel free to blab about them. Cough cough.
We are trying to buy a house. I hate when people say they are trying to buy a house. Like it is a physical act. But, for lack of better term that is what we are doing. We have looked and looked and looked. The housing market here is pitiful. The house we are trying to get is a short sale. Let me tell you, there is nothing short about a short sale. The short just means the sale price is short of what the bank is owed. It takes F-O-R-E-V-E-R. The first time we went to see the house the owner was there. She was passed out on her bed at 9:00 A.M., bottle of booze in hand. Our realtor just closed her door and proceeded with the showing. I thought maybe she was an old lady who was losing her family home but turns out she is my age and has two small children who attend the same elementary school as mine. She went through a divorce and well, now she can’t afford the house. I cried. Shame, shame, shame on all the financial gurus in the mortgage industry who got our country in this pickle. Printing more money is not going to help either. Oops, I said I was not going to write about the state of our being right now.
So there you have it. Just some things.
haha, so funny. i don’t blame you for not watching! in MY defense
, i had a friend visiting from california who always watches. otherwise…i probably would have done what i do every other year and catch up on the outfits in a later People. 
Goodness! Sounds like you are a busy bee my friend!
Got the picture of Noah. Jen, having a teenager is so much fun, I’m glad you have one now too (hehe). After I saw that picture I thought of the MANY years ago when you were pregnant with him and I with Faith. Wow we really are getting old (I’ve got the grey hairs to prove it!). Let me tell you about short sales, we have had 4 offers and you are correct about the forever. Our lender has graciously taken so long we have lost 3 of buyers to other properties. Not to dismay, the 4th one seems to want to stick it out (if our lender will take their very low offer). None the less, the longer they take, the longer I stay here and enjoy this home, the closer we get to the Army…..Needless to say, good luck on it and if you are not in a hurry, stick it out. Or as 3 of my buyers did, put several offers out there and take the fastest one.