Wednesday, January 5, 2005

As If I Needed to Spend More Time on the Internets

Well, yesterday I went to vote for Dooce at the Best of the Blogs 2004 website and by default I got sucked into reading a bunch of other people's weblogs that were on the list of nominees (becuase, apparently I don't spend enough of my life reading about other people's lives on the internet.) I try to pry my eyes away from the monitor but I JUST CAN'T. Most of the people that I like to read about are all linked to each other and refer to each other a lot, which leads me to wonder how many hours a day do you have to spend on the computer to keep up with everybody? I would post a list of my new finds, but copying and pasting the links here would just take time out from me doing more actual reading, so I'll just advise everyone to go to the blog awards link above and check it out for yourself if you are so inclined. (As if you needed me to tell you, I'm a fan of a lot of the blogs in the Mommy category.) Two particular things I read today especially made me smile as I often find myself feeling the same way, being a stay-at-home mom and all. If you are interested in reading about something I identify with, have a look-see here. (The link referred to in this person's post is also worth reading, if you just have to have more.)

Otherwise, things are starting to fall back into their normal routine here on the suburban homestead. We had new carpeting installed on our second floor yesterday, so the house has that refreshing new carpet smell, which is nice. However, I do still have half the girls' toys stashed in the bathrooms and my clothing all over the kitchen table so I should put all that stuff away sometime today if anyone intends to bathe or eat in this house. Also, while I was taking down the curtain rod in our bedroom yesterday, I decided to loose my footing on the bed and fall-- smacking my bum on the bedpost. OUCH. So now it hurts my tailbone to walk, climb stairs, bend over to pick up Ava, and even sit in this very chair for too long. Poor me. (Ok, not really. Just stupid, clumsy, you're-supposed-to-be-a-dancer-so-why-are-you-falling-on-your-butt me.)

Ok, enough talk. I'm going to get off said behind now and actually get some work done before naptime is over.

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