Woulda, shoulda

All week long I've thought of clever snippets of things to say on my blog. Actually since the last time I posted. Each night when I finally have time to sit down and breathe and can log onto blogspot, I am way to tired to write any thing mediocre let alone witty.

Tonight's entry is merely a space saver and an apology to my sister for not being more interesting. The truth is during the day when I'm at work, I have plenty of time and energy, but there's a filter on our internet. I'm grateful for it most days, it keeps the rug-rats safer than not. But working 'til late, starting a business, and being involved in church stuff, and let's be honest, having a semi-social life gets me no where near an interesting blog.

I have been wondering what's wrong with the academic world lately. How can there be so many people out there who write even semi intelligent stuff and some of the most important topics are totally ignored. Scandinavian art history for one. Moles for another. No not those things on your skin that may or may not turn cancerous. The mammal that looks like a ball of black velvet and remains surprisingly clean for a tunnel digger and dweller. Academia, I shake my fist at you.

And now I go to do dishes.

Wonderful, beautiful, wish I were here

Christmas was great this year. We had a blast with the dude's family, I got to talk to my family a lot. I especially enjoyed hearing about all the wonderful lefse my sister got to partake of. (grumble). We had snow on Christmas day, which was glorious to watch and not have to drive through. We then had to postpone our return trip a day because we got snowed in. There's nothing wrong with that. I'm not one to tempt the snow gods by insisting on traveling on in spite of the somewhat exaggerated snow reports. I was content to stay and play. Friday morning I woke up with that deep down "You're gonna get sick soon, Fool" feeling. Ignoring it I went on with my day. Saturday morning there was no ignoring. BAM! It hit me just like that. Ah, the joys of deep dark winter viruses. Shivering, shaking and deep down bone crushing exhaustion. Luckily, I didn't have to do the driving. We took a new route home, to avoid tempting the snow gods. New tires or not, we don't particularly enjoy driving through white knuckle weather.

Blessings in disguise! It was one of the most beautiful roads I've ever been on. For those of you who haven't done it you must drive on I-70 between Green River and Salina. I am normally a fan of getting off the interstates, but this section happens to be absolutely marvelous. The glories of nature make me oh so grateful to be alive!

Sunday dawned and I felt no better. It broke my heart that I couldn't go to church and teach our sweet little kids the last Sunday we'll have them. But this little germaphobe is not a fan of sharing such evil dark viruses. A Charles Dickens, and many many John Wayne movies later, it's Thursday, and although, I have no more shakes and chills, the bone crushing exhaustion is still weighing me down.

A trip to the doctor revealed that it is not a second annual boute with Mono. Halleluia! No, it's just some unknown dark and dirty virus, so there is an end in sight. Thank you, thank you!
Now Son of Paleface (and no that's not another name for the dude, although it could be) and I are chilling in the living room, but I think I'm going to have to abandon him and go take a nap.
I certainly do mention naps a lot in my blog. It's a sign!

I've been looking at some pictures of a prairie cattle ranch lately, and oh what a beautiful sight. Suburban living is not for me. I long for the wide open spaces and vistas with no other people in sight, or at least a few miles away. So my new years resolution this year is to get out of the mass of people that I exist in more often. Drive off, leave "humanity" behind and get closer to the wilderness.