So as you might have guessed from the last post, I have been granted the title of Assistant Amateur Reporter Extrodinaire by Myself, and given my mother's blessing in the form of 'Okay, I guess you can post on mine.*SIGH*'
I will try my best to do good by the events of our household, and all the liveliness they imply. I hope that you all will bear with my errors and discrepancies, and we will all learn to get along, or at the very least not find ourselves screeching 'GO FOR THE EYES' much more often than is necessary.
For now, please just rest assured that new posts ARE in the works, for both my humble blogs, and Our house isn't liable to run out of material soon!
'Til the next post!
-Sarah
Thursday, January 24, 2013
I'm a BAD blogger
I am feeling a little something. Something not awesome. Something a little bit icky. I probably need a vacation. Or at least a nap.
I feel inadequate. Overwhelmed, understaffed, misunderstood. I know, without a doubt, that I have too much on my plate. I keep dropping the balls that I am juggling. They roll under the couch to live in dust bunny infested quarters, unnoticed, forgotten. At least until someone says,"Hey, weren't you gonna take care of that?"
One of the great many balls that I have let roll off and become lost is this blog. And so I have made the executive decision to allow my super talented daughter to post for me. Although it makes me feel a little bad. I will pep talk myself through it.
"It is better that someone post the hilarity that is our life than let it be lost, forever. Better to let Sarah help/do it for me than to lose it. Right? Right. Right! RIGHT?!?!?!?!
And so, prepare yourself for awesomeness. (I will have to remember to nag her about posting pictures,too.) And everyone should be brutally honest with her on any grammatical errors you might find. Because she would do it for you, if the situation were reversed.
Don't forget to check out my new favorite blog: http://happyinadequacies.blogspot.com/
p.s. No one is allowed to edit my posts but me. Just saying. In case I needed to. Do I need to add the threat of death? Unless, of course, you find a glaring grammatical error.
I feel inadequate. Overwhelmed, understaffed, misunderstood. I know, without a doubt, that I have too much on my plate. I keep dropping the balls that I am juggling. They roll under the couch to live in dust bunny infested quarters, unnoticed, forgotten. At least until someone says,"Hey, weren't you gonna take care of that?"
One of the great many balls that I have let roll off and become lost is this blog. And so I have made the executive decision to allow my super talented daughter to post for me. Although it makes me feel a little bad. I will pep talk myself through it.
"It is better that someone post the hilarity that is our life than let it be lost, forever. Better to let Sarah help/do it for me than to lose it. Right? Right. Right! RIGHT?!?!?!?!
And so, prepare yourself for awesomeness. (I will have to remember to nag her about posting pictures,too.) And everyone should be brutally honest with her on any grammatical errors you might find. Because she would do it for you, if the situation were reversed.
Don't forget to check out my new favorite blog: http://happyinadequacies.blogspot.com/
p.s. No one is allowed to edit my posts but me. Just saying. In case I needed to. Do I need to add the threat of death? Unless, of course, you find a glaring grammatical error.
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