The Adult Version of Boo (a.k.a Me)

Girls, girls, girls....

It's been what, 20 days now since this all began?

And in those 20 days we have talked about a good deal: school, boys, writing, Grandpa, boys, Collabro and probably a third dose of boys. This is me going off the top of my head, not even checking the topic titles of the previous posts.

I've said this before and no doubt will say it again: What is the point of me writing these posts? Honestly it feels like half the time I only post to see a jump in page views.

Sad, right? 

yes, sort of, maybe

I wish that I had something for you, some bit of wisdom that is just outstanding. Something that you would read and say, "Man, our Mom is just the coolest Mom on the planet. She's so smart." At which point I would appear humble and say something along the lines of "Why yes, yes I am."

But no, honestly I wish I had something to tell you. Some life lesson. But because I don't, it basically means that my life is average right now. I'm not doing anything extraordinary nor am I sinking to the bottom of the totem pole. Your mother is right in the middle. Which I guess is a good thing. I'd rather be here than at the bottom. Unless it's Bikini Bottom.

I don't even know why I'm whining right now! I had a good day, got laundry done, practiced and played the piano for a good 30 minutes to an hour or more. I went shopping with your Aunt Aubrey, buying some new jewelry, new perfume, sunglasses and scoring some sweet movies and CDs at the D.I. Today was a good day and tomorrow I get a new phone. So I have nothing to complain about. Not really.

Why am I whining then? It doesn't even seem to be whining.

No, no it is whining.

 I must be tired. 

Yep, that's it. I'm tired. 

But on the plus side, you still get to read my words. 

Since we've already established that I'm smart, let me just shower you with intelligent words of wisdom and give you a virtual kiss good night.