There is nothing worse than being so bone tired that you can not see straight, but you must, out of sheer will power, surf the net at 1:00 a.m. Who knows, maybe you've gotten an email from an old friend, telling you how much she loves you...maybe you can check Facebook and read the minute-by-minute posts from some insomniac that you think you might have known back in High School...maybe you can check on the blogs you always check on, and see if, by the grace of God, they have been updated!
And so, it is during these moments, where I think to myself, "I wish that I knew of some cool new blogs." I know they are out there. I know it, because when I push that little arrow, at the top of Blogger, it takes me to a million people's blogs. Only problem is that they are all in different languages, and about Anamae, or pet snakes, and I don't know- it just doesn't do it for me.
Sometimes, I will come across foreign ones that I can't read...but look really cool, and I'm bummed. Cause I really would like to know what she put in her empanadas, or what the Russian MTV awards were like.
There is probably some Blogger tool, that would translate them all in to English for me, but again- my skills at blogging are limited.
Really, it's sad. About the extent of my skills are being able to do hard returns (and seriously, you have no idea how long that one took me) and uploading pictures.
I want to be snazzy and techy...but it's not really in my DNA. Gavin always says that if I am anywhere near a computer, I can crash it. So, for my birthday, I told Gavin that the only gift I wanted from him, was for him to "pimp my blog".
I think that it took him a second to process it, because he looked at me with a blank stare. "I want you to teach me how to make the pictures bigger, and use our Adobe Photoshop to get red eye out, and I want to have a cool banner." (this is before I begged for the plane ride home for Garrett and myself, which he did come through on...thank the Lord!)
So, he looks at me like I am asking him to walk on hot coals, while watching A Baby Story on TLC, while giving me a foot/back/head/hand rub...yeah, THAT torturous.
He kind of agrees. And then, my birthday morning rolls around and here is what he does:
- let's me sleep in until 9:00 a.m. (or the mother's version of noon).
- Brings me a proper breakfast in bed, from the Eggery just down the beach. Let me expound on this. We are talking cinnamon swirl challah bread french toast with slices of baked cinnamon apples on top and REAL maple syrup...OOOOH no he didn't!!! Yes he did...AND, a side of bacon, and breakfast potatoes. Now, THAT's what I'm talkin' about. Shelby lovingly helped me eat it, and declared "Now this is to-die-for".
- The kids gave me a cute card that basically went on, and ON and ON about what a great mother I am, and how they would never trade me for anything, not even a mom who let's them stay up past nine every night, stocks the house with junk, lets them eat on the couch, doesn't make them brush, and never makes them do chores...yeah, not even for THAT mom, would they trade me. It was just breathtaking how they enumerated all the ways that they love me and how they are aware of everything that I do for them. If you opened the card, YOU might not be able to read all of this, but the way that Shelby wrote her name, and the way that Dalton wrote "You are the most talented Mom"..well...it was just obvious what they both REALLY meant to say.
- So, then I move on to Gavin's card. In it there is a boarding pass. "Good," I think to myself, "I get to fly home from San Diego instead of being stuck in the car for the next two days." And then Gav tells me to look at the arrival city...and it's Boston (Yah) and the departure city is New York (Yah again). Also in the card is a picture of this Broadway:
which just won some Tony's and stars Gavin's old mission companion (ha). Which means, when we go to see it, and he will probably jump down in to the audience and jump on our chair, and hump our faces...just for old-times-sake...and because that's what they do in this show.
Now, I haven't asked Gavin anything more about the blog...but I still want it pimped.
You can see that I need pimping, because in order to make that
dang-blasted web address go somewhere, I had to make the
stinkin-fetchin-no-good-paragraph under it link too. I know...I have
problems. But for Pete's sake...it's late, and it can't be perfect.
And, I still want to find more great sites.
But until then...THIS:
fetchin-blasted-rotten link didn't end up going anywhere....and after ALL that! I could spit. So, I am leaving it all messed up and crappy like that. Just so Gavin can see how badly I need him to HU-ELP me...and so when I am super techy and bloggerific in the hopefully-very-near-future, I will just look back at this pitiful little post and have a good chuckle...about the good 'ol days, when I was blog-challenged.)