I’m amazed that some of you are still here.  You know, those of you who AREN’T my mom and who DON’T have to love me because I’m NOT your oldest child.

I’m so unorganized.

These days I can’t even organize my thoughts.  I never have time to plan out a blog.  The boys go down and I barf up a quick post on the ipad and launch it without even doing a spell-check.  Because if I don’t do it that way, it won’t get done.

At all.

And this little piece of internet it where I express my brains.  Whats left of them.  And tonight, you are getting whats left of them……The leftovers.  And its not even GOOD leftovers.  Its like, leftover meatloaf.

We had a hard weekend.  Family stuff.  You know that stuff?  It started out ok.  No, it started out good.  I got up early on Saturday and went into work.  I do some “display” for a boutique here called Bless Your pea-pickin’ Heart.  Its SO stressfull……

I mean look at that! I had to stand on a step-stool to hang those fabric letters.  We’re all real lucky I don’t have high blood pressure.

I’ve been trying to cut down on stress with some fairly heavy-duty workouts .  I went to the gym on Saturday.

Hard. Core.

(Actual footage….)

And you want to know what we did on Sunday? We went to church.

I have a hard time with church. Mainly because of the social aspect of it.  I’ll never fit in completely and a lot of the music makes me want to rip my eyeballs out (so I don’t have to drive to church).   But I want great things for my kids.  And great things for ME.  So we went to this GREAT church.

They meet in an elementary school.  The pastor brings all the music equipment every sunday in a trailer.  Mics.  Amps.  Bongos.  Perfect.  I’m not good with formality.  A commentor on this blog once commented (on another blog) that he took his kids to a church with a big crucifix (or maybe it was a painting) and his son pointed at Jesus and said, “Dad, look at that crazy guy!”

I have to go to a church where people can chill out.  And laugh. And understand that I’m…..you know.

But at the same time, I don’t want to go to a church entirely populated by this guy.

Or even this guy.

I don’t want the church to be all about appearances or duties or forced hipness.  I just want something real.  Real MIXED.

Anyway, afterwards there was a little “class” for new visitors.  There were a few people in there.  About 5 minutes into it, Siegfried (who was eating a snack) was suddenly all… 

The Dark Knight ran him and Boy out.

I said, “Sorry. He’s a gagger,” to a room full of people I didn’t know.  And they were TOTALLY COOL WITH IT.

So even though I started the day good (any time I can wear my scarf to church, things is good) , it just went downhill from there.

By the end of the day I was a wreck.  We got a bed for Boy off Craigslist and then tried to put it together with a bunch of stripped hardware and no instructions while Siegfried had a major tantrum and Boy did everything in his power to get every single screw thrown into the toy box.

This week has started with a sense of defeat for me.  So I am posting these meatloaf leftovers. And then I’m working on 2 paintings.

I started a painting to give to my web-genius as a thank-you for helping me with every little stupid thing on my blog.  And I started liking it so much that now I’m doing another right along with it.  I think I’ll raffle it out right here when it’s done.  $1 a ticket?

Thanks for sticking with me, people.