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April 10, 2007

A Plethora of P-words

from the queen of Procrastination

Yes, I am the queen of lame, in fact if you look up "lame" you'll find my name and picture right there in your Webster's, but this is NOT the week for me to try to be witty and clever and I'm not sure I can even spell parad . . . pair -of . . . whatever that word was in Julie's book title. But I can tell you firsthand that Julie is a lovely person and a talented writer and I just snapped up her new book today and can't wait for the actual chance to sit down and actually get five freaking minutes to read.

Because this week is:

1. (P is for) Punishment aka Spring break, aka the week teachers all over the country (or at least in my part of the world) get to relax and put their feet up because we have to put up with our own children full time. Don't get me wrong, I love and adore my children, but spending two hours at the pool, an hour at the bookstore, an hour out to eat and two hours at the theater watching FIREHOUSE DOG might not have been my FIRST choice today, when I'm THISCLOSE to finishing my book, especially since this week is:

2. (P is for) Pain aka Week four of Navy Guy being out to sea. Now, you might think that, him being Navy Guy and all, I'd be used to this and handle the single parent thing like the (P is for) Proficient Professional Parenting Person that I've had to grow to be.

You'd be wrong.

Especially since this week is:

3. (P is for) Another week that begins with the letter P and involves Advil and the heating pad and me trying to explain to Science Boy why the offer of Sprite and crackers is appreciated but not exactly helpful. "Nuff said. But bad and worse, especially since this week is:

4. (P is for) Pressure wash the house week. Which involves stuff I don't even want to think about, especially since this week is:

5. (P is for) Pollen week. Which, here in Virginia Beach, involves hideous yellow stuff from hell, aka tree pollen, aka the miserable substance that makes my eyes water and swell shut, my nose run, my sleep interrupted by hours of sneezing, the roof of my mouth itch, and even my poor (P is for) Pug Daisy have allergies. (Yes, dogs get allergies. Who knew? Move to Virginia for proof. aargh). Which leads me to my final P, which is:

6. (P is for) pathetic pity party, which is what I seem to be doing, so I'll just (P is for) prove myself wrong by admitting that:

My kids made breakfast for themselves, yay!, Navy Guy may be home soon, yay!, my book is going brilliantly and I love it, yay!, and . . . well, that's all I got in the glass half-full department. The advil and claritin issues still stink.

But, in what may be the WORST SEGUE IN THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF THE PLANET, Julie's books SO DO NOT STINK!!! They're terrific! And allergy free!! And don't need pressure washing!!

Hey. I warned you about lame back at the top of this entry, what do you want from me? How about this: go check out Julie's website and buy her book!! 'Cause it's pretty darn great. And tell me your favorite P word in the comments. (P is for) Please.
hugs,
Alesia

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