Sparks and Butterflies...

But aside from that, she's still completely normal

Comment and Email

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Guess what? I don’t comment back to people on my blog. I email them. Do I have some great blogging philosophical reason? Nope! I do it because with my comment system mixed with WordPress I can just hit reply in my email and it goes to the commenter.

Granted, I don’t reply to every single comment. Sometimes, I simply don’t have the time. I care about each one, because that person took time to do it. But if someone seems to really have resonated with me on something, has a question or a problem to solve, or whatever, I email them back. In fact, I’ve made a lot of my online friendships that way.

So please know, that when you don’t see comments from me on my blog – I’m not unresponsive to my readers. I just do it a little less publicly. I like it to be more personal. Once someone comments, I like to take it to a more personal conversation.

In addition… I WILL comment publicly if I need to. Not to trolls – they simply get deleted. But people who may be heated or have a different opinion may need to be responded to publicly as the situation calls for it. You never know.

There, I feel better now.

So, How am I doing?

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An update on how I’m doing on this Blogathon thing…

Ok… I think. Sort of. So far.

As far as the kids go, they’ve been asleep for hours. They left me alone for the most part (I told them why I needed to be on the computer so much.) They remain unphased.

Poe has been wonderful. He did all the kid stuff (meals, swimming lessons, medications) and has just been all around supportive. He’s been feeding me topics to write on, and not balking at all when he IS the topic. He’s not a blogger, but he always supports me. He’ll be heading off to bed in a few, ’cause he has to get up with the kids tomorrow so I can sleep when this is over.

Me – well, that’s another story. A couple days ago, we did a mess load of yard work. It was heavy duty and I’m really sore from it. Plus, I got sunburned on my upper arms and shoulders. Top that with all the extra sitting/writing, and I’ve got a crick of all cricks in my neck, but massage and heating pads are out due to the sunburn. My husband just asked me why I didn’t take ibuprofen. I could have smacked myself, if it wouldn’t have hurt the burn. So, I just took the pills. Plus, somehow, I got a bug bite on the pad of my middle finger. So now it’s itchy and swollen. Not really painful though. Makes typing interesting. Tried to put some cream/bandaid on it. No go due to the keys on my laptop keyboard. Ah well. I’m headed towards being REALLY caffeinated, and I’m hoping the crash coincides with finishing this and bed. Otherwise, my last posts may be a tad incoherent.

Our poor cats are so confused as to why we’re not all in bed yet.

So. Other than some stupid physical stuff that I wouldn’t have had with a little more forethought on my part, I’m okay. Anyone out there still reading? How are you?

P.S. those videos? Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. I’m going into survival mode with 6 hours to go.

freaky feet

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And while we’re at it – my husband’s feet creep me out. Now, I don’t have a foot thing. I know that a lot of people can’t stand feet, but they don’t bother me one way or another (unless you’re dirty. For goodness sake, cut your toenails before you hurt someone!)

But his… Are, well, bendy. He can flex and move all his toes. Like, independently. I can point. I can move my big toe. That’s it. The rest of the toes move with my big toe. He can pick things up. He’s also pinched me hard enough to leave a bruise. With his FEET.

I find it freaky. He finds it fun to taunt me with his feet.

I just posted on the internet that my husband taunts me with his feet. Time for coffee.

P.S. My husband say, “I don’t have freaky feet! My feet would be worshiped in other places. In fact… I can do things with my feet that some men can’t do with their hands.”

bendy ears

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I have inflexible ears. Am I strange in this? The tops don’t fold in. I ask because my husband has bendy ears. May I suggest even gumby like. He can fold his ears in flush to his head. I cannot. Mine don’t even move. Both children inherited this trait. All of them like to mock me because I am not bendy.

I started thinking about it, and now I want to know. Is it normal to have bendy ears? Or are they the special ones?

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