There are a number of blogs that I follow daily and really enjoy reading. And recently I've been asking myself how in the world do they do this? Specifically, how is it that they are able to blog every day, on top of everything else they have going on?? Pioneer Woman lives on a working cattle ranch with her husband and 4 kids, and among other things, she cooks and gardens and renovates her beautiful home....oh, and homeschools the aforementioned 4 children! And she blogs about all of it. In one of her blog posts a little while ago, she mentioned that she even cleans cow poop off her front porch. I am completely impressed, let me tell you. (Particularly because there has been dog poop from some random dog at the bottom of my front lawn for a day or so and i have been unable to steel myself to pick it up.) I feel pleased with myself if I'm able to make something relatively healthy for my family for dinner that doesn't get slapped on a cookie sheet, never mind taking fabulous pictures of it all during the cooking process. (Did I mention that PW is also a photographer?)
However, this is not going to be a whiny post about all my shortcomings. It was just something I thought about when I reflected on how long it's been since I last posted here. I won't bore you with the details about the myriad of things that has kept me from my blog (work, killer cold/virus, laundry, mammogram, to name a few), but I will tell you about an outing I had with my parents this week.
Dad has Parkinson's and goes to see his neurologist twice a year. Truthfully, I loath this excursion. It's a big, long, boring drive (2+ hours, round trip) and the appointment itself takes all of about 5.3 minutes. However, the doc is extremely well known in his field and has won awards for his work in movement disorders, blah blah blah. Thank goodness it's only twice a year. But in the wise words of Miley Cyrus "ain't about how fast I get there...ain't about what's waiting on the other side...", it's all about the drive. (Excuse my Miley reference; we've been listening to A LOT of Hannah Montana movie soundtrack over here).
My dad hasn't been behind the wheel in a number of years now, but man, can he drive from the passenger seat. He doesn't even try to be diplomatic about it. I lost track of how many times he said "Where are you GOING?" on Wednesday, with the implication that I was about to drive the car into oncoming traffic, or maybe somehow had forgotten where we live. It used to really tick me off, but I find it's more effective if I'm just over-the-top cheerful about it all. After a few chirpy "You're right! I COULD have gone that way...but I'm going THIS way!!" kind of comments, he backs off a little. Thank goodness I have him and mom there to find parking spots for me, though (she said, sarcastically):
Dad: There's one!
Me: (having already spotted it) Yep.
Dad: Up by the door.
Me: (waiting for the guy to actually back out of the spot first) Got it.
Mom: Oooh...there's a nice close one right by the door!
Me: (grinding my teeth a little) I'm on it.
Dad: Get that one by the door.
Me: Yeah, I think I'll actually let the guy get all the way out of it FIRST!! (depending on where we are in the drive, there may not be any room left for chirpy).
Fun, right? Even better was the conversation after we'd been to the bank, when dad was grumbling about a few pension issues that apparently hadn't yet been rectified...a conversation between Dad and I that was punctuated every 15 seconds by mom saying "But did MY money come in?" or "But MY pension came in, right?". Kinda reminded me of those little kids that are relentless in trying to get your attention..."Mom. Mom. Mom? Mom?? MOM!!!"
So this is one facet of my life at the moment. And I do think a lot about blogging about this and other things, but sheesh. There is effort required. However, I'm not going to worry about being a superwoman and try to do it all. Miley says "life is just a party, so come as you are" (seriously...HM movie soundtrack going all.the.time), and I guess she's right. ;)
However, this is not going to be a whiny post about all my shortcomings. It was just something I thought about when I reflected on how long it's been since I last posted here. I won't bore you with the details about the myriad of things that has kept me from my blog (work, killer cold/virus, laundry, mammogram, to name a few), but I will tell you about an outing I had with my parents this week.
Dad has Parkinson's and goes to see his neurologist twice a year. Truthfully, I loath this excursion. It's a big, long, boring drive (2+ hours, round trip) and the appointment itself takes all of about 5.3 minutes. However, the doc is extremely well known in his field and has won awards for his work in movement disorders, blah blah blah. Thank goodness it's only twice a year. But in the wise words of Miley Cyrus "ain't about how fast I get there...ain't about what's waiting on the other side...", it's all about the drive. (Excuse my Miley reference; we've been listening to A LOT of Hannah Montana movie soundtrack over here).
My dad hasn't been behind the wheel in a number of years now, but man, can he drive from the passenger seat. He doesn't even try to be diplomatic about it. I lost track of how many times he said "Where are you GOING?" on Wednesday, with the implication that I was about to drive the car into oncoming traffic, or maybe somehow had forgotten where we live. It used to really tick me off, but I find it's more effective if I'm just over-the-top cheerful about it all. After a few chirpy "You're right! I COULD have gone that way...but I'm going THIS way!!" kind of comments, he backs off a little. Thank goodness I have him and mom there to find parking spots for me, though (she said, sarcastically):
Dad: There's one!
Me: (having already spotted it) Yep.
Dad: Up by the door.
Me: (waiting for the guy to actually back out of the spot first) Got it.
Mom: Oooh...there's a nice close one right by the door!
Me: (grinding my teeth a little) I'm on it.
Dad: Get that one by the door.
Me: Yeah, I think I'll actually let the guy get all the way out of it FIRST!! (depending on where we are in the drive, there may not be any room left for chirpy).
Fun, right? Even better was the conversation after we'd been to the bank, when dad was grumbling about a few pension issues that apparently hadn't yet been rectified...a conversation between Dad and I that was punctuated every 15 seconds by mom saying "But did MY money come in?" or "But MY pension came in, right?". Kinda reminded me of those little kids that are relentless in trying to get your attention..."Mom. Mom. Mom? Mom?? MOM!!!"
So this is one facet of my life at the moment. And I do think a lot about blogging about this and other things, but sheesh. There is effort required. However, I'm not going to worry about being a superwoman and try to do it all. Miley says "life is just a party, so come as you are" (seriously...HM movie soundtrack going all.the.time), and I guess she's right. ;)
