Forget About It--Or Not

So, last night (early this morning when I could not sleep) I decided it was high time to start a blog. I have been thinking about it and composing imaginary blog posts in my head (yes, I am weird that way. I assumed you knew). So at the end of the blog start up process, I see a link to this blog and discover I started one over 2 years ago, that I had completely forgotten! How can I be THAT forgetful? I remember the professional blog page I had a student worker create that will probably languish for the foreseeable future, but this one?

I had forgotten about the Staples incident until I reread that initial post. That is not difficult to believe at all and one of the reasons I wanted to start a personal blog in the first place.

The next few weeks at the Trivitt house will hopefully be a little unforgettable for all the right reasons. My sweet husband has a milestone birthday on Saturday. Corndog and I have been debating how to commemorate the event for a few months and Corndog has decided that we need to take Dad to ride the world's highest and fastest roller coaster before he gets too old to want to ride it. So we are off to Sandusky, Ohio in July. While we are there I am also treating him to a fishing trip so he can fully recover from the coaster induced headache before we begin the long trek home. Details to follow, as soon as I figure them out.

We are also making some progress on making the house "ours". We've been in it almost four years and continually making small changes as time and money allow, but it seems like things are finally all coming together. The "To Do" list is still a mile long, but it now feels more like what I could envision when we bought the house and less like the previous owners house. I'll post photos soon.

Getting Started

As if I needed one more thing on my perpetual "To Do" list, I've decided to start a blog.  I'm just having so much fun watching a few friends' blogs that I can't resist joining any longer. 

Technology is not one of my strengths, so don't be surprised if it takes me several weeks to get photos posted and have a "pretty" blog, but I have to start somewhere and I'm not afraid of baby steps.  

Today I was more terrified than I have ever been, or at least in a very long time.  Corndog, my 8 yr-old son, (you'll be formally introduced later) disappeared in Staples.  I left him playing a game on a computer while I was looking at printers two aisles over.  I ran through the store twice without seeing him.  Then I had him paged, twice, and still no Corndog.  At this point I was beginning to panic and feel sick to my stomach.   I internally debated whether to call 911, or use the camera on my phone to start taking pictures of all the people in the store.  I finally decided to ask a male to check the men's room, and found a store employee who checked for me.  It turns out Corndog had an upset stomach and didn't have time to let me know where he was going before making a mad dash to the men's room.  He was only "missing" for about 3 - 5 minutes, but it felt like an eternity.  He's going to be fine once he gets over the creepy discussion about strangers we had in the car, but I'm afraid I may never be the same again.  

On the up side, the new printer we bought works exactly as it should and I can now print wirelessly from anywhere in the house or yard.   I'm sure this is just the technological intervention I needed to make me uber-productive when working from home.