I wouldn't read this if I were you

I have absolutely nothing to blog about that would be of any use to you.  But for those of you who are blogstalkers of many, like myself, I become deeply disappointed when I hop over to my favorite blogs only to find there is no post.

I like redundancy.  I like monotony.  Call me old fashioned.

The truth is I am preparing for a humongous post for tomorrow, so check back.  All my brain cells are exhausted from the pre-blog post workout.  In fact, I'm not even feeling like paragraphs today.  So here is the most unimportant things I can tell you right now:


1.  In an effort to reach my goal of finishing a 5K this spring/summer, I have reached my goal before the 5K goal of running a ten-minute mile.  Due to that fact, I have purchased some runner's apparel, because we all know that the number one rule in life is to dress the part.  Not to mention, if I pass out, trip and fall, or begin hurling my insides in front of everyone, I at least want to look good.

2.  The garden is planted.  This is an invite to every squirrel, rabbit, and deer within the county.  And yes, the turtle that took 1 bite out of every low lying tomato, you are invited, too.  I just didn't want any of you to be the last to know.  But I'm drawing the line at snakes.  All snakes, you are not invited. 

3.  Blue absolutely hates all kinds of food that one should eat with a spoon. 

Cereal?  He'd rather not.  Carrots?  He'll pass.  Sweet potatoes?  He's not interested.  Squash?  He suddenly can't open his mouth.  Green beans?  He's gagging.  Pears?  He'll try, but...  Apples?  Not really.  Bananas?  This has to be some type of abuse.  Peaches?  Just give him the bottle.

I've tried mixing the food in with the cereal.  I'm not fooling him. 

4.  Husband is doing a fabulous job as Little's assistant coach in t-ball.  Because of my work schedule, I have been unable to make it to a practice.  In talks with the coach, who just happens to be my cousin, she says things like:

"She is in la-la-land 24/7.  Isn't she?"
"I'll tell her to get her glove, and she tells me, "No, I'm not ready yet."

Husband informed me that at her last practice, when it was her turn to bat, she hollered out to all the players on the field, "You guys ready?" 

I'm sure the Olympic softball team will be beating down our door soon.