the thing is

that by the time i get home from work, i can hardly focus long enough to see what's going on in everyone else's lives, let alone focus long enough to post something myself (how do you women teach children and then go home to children?!).

i've always been a reader. it's what i love to do. give me a long book or a short post and i'm happy. i've never been a writer, and although i love blogging, there is some times something so blah about writing my own.

i'm sorry that i am so boring. it's just that i come home from work, read your blogs and totally zone out for about 45 minutes watching the food network. i'm just tired of thinking. if my six year olds would back off for a few minutes everyday, i'd be a little better. well, who knows actually, because i've actually had a pretty good week with those little twerps.

anyway, i'd just like apologize and say that i wish i had something other than my piles of laundry and 1/2 in dust covered furniture to talk about. i guess i could post about how much i miss my friends. spending a couple hours (maybe if we're lucky) once a month, is just not good enough for me. why did i say i wanted to buy a house here? why not san angelo? stupid.

well, maybe i can write later this weekend about how i don't have any laundry or how i've taken beautiful pictures of my children...oh wait, nevermind.