July 23, 2005
When will it be five?
So I remembered today that I have to finish a lot of “unfinished” business. I need to finish painting the gnome I gave Jessica for Christmas, work on her pictures for her birthday and work on Jessica and Joel’s scrapbook. I also need to finish painting Christmas presents I did not finish last year. I need to look up Shanna’s stuff on the computer. I need to go through my pictures on the computer and organize the new ones and rename them. I took some shots I am really proud of yesterday and I am going to post a bunch of them after this. I took all four of the kids (Clifford and his cousins from California) to the beach and had fun taking pictures of them. The battery in my camera was going dead so I did not use the digital screen for the first time since getting the camera and the pictures turned out better than ever.
I just do not feel like working today. I have a TON of stuff to do and not one ounce of “be responsible and do your work” energy. I go have “I wanna be creative and take pictures, make scrapbooks, make cakes” energy, though.
Paul and I are seriously thinking about breeding the parakeets since they have started being aggressive towards each other. The problem is that we would have to hand feed the babies so they will be tame, but Paul says if he hand feeds them he will not be able to sell them or give them away. My garden is falling apart since I am not allowed (Paul’s orders) to work in it. I think I have decided to pull everything but the roses and the green non-flowering plants.
I am still reading the new Harry Potter book and I love it, but it is hard for me to sit down and read a book for a long time right now. This fucking antibiotic makes me so sleepy I fall asleep if I just blink my eyes. Last night I was enjoying a conversation between Ron and Harry and the next thing I know Paul is waking me up and telling me to go on up to bed. Skitty and Omega had, by then, made a bed in my lap and I did not have the energy to drag myself up so Paul let me sleep in the recliner until he went to bed at 3. Going to look through books now. I do love to read, but sometimes I feel like I could deal with never seeing another book again. The other day when someone donated a bunch of crap books I said “I HATE BOOKS” and Wanda smiled at me and said “Not books, Shannon…donations. You hate donations.” Point well taken. All you motherfuckers who have been hoarding books and national geographic magazines in your attics for 30 years need to take ‘em somewhere else because my sinuses and me are not putting up with this shit anymore!
Picture time!
