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Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I Don't Even Have To Title This
For someone who isn't updating her blog every day, I sure am updating my blog every day. I found some time this morning, and came up with an idea on how I can still occasionally post during my hiatus, without taking a ton of time from my day.
Do you guys want to see some of the posts I was going to post at one point, but didn't for one reason or another? I'm going to pretend you are all nodding enthusiastically, because if it weren't for this, you would have nothing, and who wants nothing? I don't even have to apologize or take responsibility for it, because, like The Beatles Anthology, it's completely bonus. You have to like it, or at least tolerate it, because you almost didn't have it at all. God Bless America.
Harrison got a summer haircut the other night. He looks like he's in the military, and it makes me CRY.
Do you ask why I'm sighing, my son?
You shall inherit what mankind has done
In a world filled with sorrow and woe
If you ask me why this is so, I really don't know
-The Day Is Done
Yeah, sometimes when I'm PMSing, I look at my kid and think of terrible Peter, Paul, & Mary songs. Seriously though, can somebody please figure out how to solve war and famine before he turns 18? I just don't think I could handle him getting a military haircut because he HAD to.
My baby boy is going to have a lot of haircuts in between now and the time he might enlist. If I cry every time, there's a good chance they'll put me in a home for the mentally ill. So I need to find a way to
I guess I need to find a way to finish a post. I should also find a way to not quote terrible folk songs. Furthermore I would benefit from finding a way to not blog after watching Band of Brothers marathons on TV. This was definitely unpublished for a very good reason. Although I think I planned to include a picture, which is ALWAYS a good idea.
Tune in next time for more scrapes from the bottom of the barrel.
Mom to two of the most adorable kids named after Beatles, wife to a frustratingly-talented musician stuck in a suit and tie, sister to the biggest bunch of head cases you'll never meet, daughter to a genius and a saint, and friend to all. Legally blind, Certifiably bipolar, and Undeniably oversharing, the only question left to ask is, Why wouldn't you be reading this?