Getting close.

So, I don't really have anything to write EXCEPT I'm wondering what the heck is going on with my computer. Last night after I published my post, I clicked on view blog, and didn't see the new post. I tried it again and again but it would never appear on my blog. I could see it though, if I clicked on that post separately. Though I know that others can see it because I have received a few comments. Very strange. And then, nobody's blogs that I was checking had anything new. No one's. So, I had heard of google reader and started setting that up, and when I put in my contacts, many of them came up with newer posts that I had not read before....but that STILL won't come up if I just go to the blog regularly. Isn't that weird? Anyone have any clue what's going on? Ruff.

So, have you ever noticed that if you learn something new, say a new vocabulary word, then all of the sudden you read it/hear it everywhere? Well, I had never heard of Boundary Waters before Brett went, and then today I picked up my neighbor's mail because they are out of town and they had a magazine called 'Home and Away' and guess what headline was on the front cover? On the Boundary Waters. Yeah. I was so excited, I showed Jethro and said "That's where Daddy is RIGHT NOW!" Pretty much the coolest thing ever. Yeah.

Speaking of getting my neighbor's mail...I was feeling AWFUL this morning because I thought I had lost her key (now no one will ever trust me to help out again!) and looked all over my room and on top of my dresser (because that's where I normally keep it) and through all my pants pockets, etc. and then found it..........on the key hook, of all places. THEN, I went and picked up the mail tonight and then took the kids to the park and when I was swinging on the swings I noticed my car keys on the ground. So I picked them up and put them back in my pocket. After we were done playing, I put the kids in the car and went to grab my car keys, remembered how I had dropped them, quickly felt for the mail key in my pocket and couldn't feel it, so I ran back to the swingset and searched all over to no avail. And as I walked back to the car, found the key...in my pocket. I'm an idiot!

Tonight I had a first. I took the garbage and recycle stuff out to the side of the road. Yep...my husband always does that. I often bring them back in, but I never take them out. There's some other things I never do, like mow the grass. I mowed it once, last summer, and it was the first time in my life I had ever done it. (It was always my brothers' job.) And it took me so long to do that I've left it to Brett since then. I figure, why should I spend the time trying to mow and keep the kids occupied when it would take Brett a third of the time? I know lots of people find lawnmowing relaxing, but not me so much. (Maybe if I had more practice...) Another thing I don't do is car stuff. Any car stuff. At all. I don't know a thing about cars. Brett thinks it's pathetic and says that being his wife I should know much MORE than the average girl, but I leave it to him. It's his fault for being so competent. (I also don't have a favorite car--if someone offered to buy me any car in the whole world I would have no idea what to pick--and he thinks that that is TRULY disgusting. The whole being his wife thing again.) There's more; in fact, too many things to list, so I won't go on. But I will be excited to have him home again. (home again, home again jiggedy jig)