Reasons I've lost my mind

Let's openly acknowledge this important fact: 

I've lost my marbles.

Here are a few examples:

1. My Netflix home page is almost entirely kid's stuff. Except for that re-watching of Sherlock incident. Other than that, I have neither the time nor the attention span to sit through a show. My kids have taken over and now Netflix thinks I like Yo Gabba Gabba. I promise I don't. 



2. The chicken being singled out here (with the huge tail feathers whose name is June) climbed on my arm and started preening my hair for me. Even weirder--I let her do it. Even weirder than that--I thought it was cute.


3. I'd rather have chickens than a dog. And considering my BFF growing up was a corgi named Spock ("Pookie!"), this is extremely strange. 



4. I made an appointment with a doctor to discuss all the ways stress is affecting my health. Then I canceled the appointment because it was too stressful to make the time to go. 

5. I ate a whole bag of fun-size Mounds last week.

6. My kids started a wrestling/fistfight in the middle of the floor during a home teaching visit. Leah stood up, pointing and shouting at Hannah, "She told me I suck!" My response: "Well, do you?"

7. I don't think the home teachers are coming back.

8.  I keep dreaming about going on a vacation after graduation. Last night, me and Jacob went to Hawaii to snorkel. 

9. On Saturday, I went for a drive to a great place called Devil's Kitchen. I'll post a picture if I remember to later. It' south of here, and for a few, impulsive minutes I had to talk myself out of driving straight to Vegas. It was tempting, people. In my defense, I have a friend there who desperately needs me to visit. Or maybe I'm the desperate one? Don't answer that.

10. I spent 45 minutes looking at a website called Dog Shaming. It helped remind me of #3. Plus it was pretty funny. I showed my friend at school the website and she thought it was lame. 

Comments

Julianne Howes said…
Hahahaha.... Carrie you are the funniest person I know. Thank you for the entertainment while I pump at 2:00 in the morning. :)

Consider driving straight through to Oklahoma next time. Because let's face it, is there anywhere as fun as Oklahoma? Don't answer that.

Miss you and love you.
Xoxo
October 23, 2012 at 12:51 AM
Jacob said…
So, you should help me move to Seattle. It would be like a nice 3-4 day trip during Christmas Break!

PS: you have to try the audio on your Blog that reads the fuzzy letters you have to type in in order to comment. It is so funny. It's as hard to understand as the image.
October 27, 2012 at 12:18 PM
Unknown said…
Julianne--You need a hug. ((((((julianne)))))))

Jacob--don't tease me about these things. I can't handle it in my fragile condition.
October 27, 2012 at 4:54 PM
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