Weirdness

This is so weird; life right now. I feel like I've stepped (ya know, like when you think there's one more step, but there's not, and you have that weird feeling as your foot gropes around for the step, then smacks the ground, unsatisfied?) into the Twilight Zone. I've gone from never having enough time to having ALL this time, from a state of constantly tidying everything to not having much to tidy, from making three meals and three snacks a day to making only one of each. This truly is very weird.

I don't know if I should run around and jump for joy or curl up in the fetal position and suck my thumb.

Weirdness.

You may not find that word in Webster, but it does infact (which is technically two words and not one, mind you) exist.

Speaking of weirndness, after a fun game of dodgeball this morning (and a new, big, fat bruise on my arm thanks to Mr. Fireman with too much testosterone) I dropped my undies in the shower, right onto the freshly showered wet plastic shower floor. Once clean, you can't revert to dirty undies (or sweaty in my particular case), so I had to wear the wet ones. I'd forgotten what it was like to be two and have the cold/wet sensation of peeing your pants. Of course, I didn't pee my pants, but it looked like it once I got home from the gym. Weird, I tell ya.

I ate Ben & Jerry's for lunch today with Little Squirt sitting on my lap in front of the fire. She doesn't know that I picked out all the good pieces of brownie and chocolate chip cookie dough and just left her the ice cream...tee hee hee. She was just impressed that I was actually sharing my much coveted ice cream; one day she'll wise up.

Which reminds me, I do so love the smell of pine. I love smelling it when it's felled, delimbed, scored and cut, then loaded onto the Over Sized Lawn Ornament (which, sweetly enough, is not parked on the parking slab in the back yard, but is blissfully out on the farm--far, far from my sight), unloaded at the farm, split, reloaded, brought home, unloaded and stacked oh-so-precisely on the back patio for a winter's worth of burning. I love to plop a new piece of pine on the fire and smell it's sweet aroma. Burn, baby, burn. Nice n' sweet, and nice n' hot.

I miss the old free standing stove we had at the old house. Besides the fact that ds stood by it naked and scorched himself (um, can you say "duh!"), it was my favorite house accessory. We've got the fireplace insert now, my Blaze King, and it's alright--just not as big, burly and hot as the free standing tank was.

I like fire. Always have, always will.

Infact (haven't we talked about this: two words!), my dearest brother and I used to pass the time by playing with fire, melting straws down to the very end (whilst holding them between two fingers) and thus scorching our sensitive kid skin when the straw melted onto our thumb and pointer finger. Good ol' days. Maybe I should teach my kids how to do that....I've already taught them how to fry bugs and start fires with a magnifying glass...

I think Ben & Jerry are affecting my head...and I like it. I mean, what else is there to do when you've already got your work done, read too many kids stories to Little Terror, and already have dinner fixed? And all the laundry is done. That's right, I said DONE. Just what, oh what do I do with myself besides sit here and think how weird this all is. I honestly don't know what to do with myself if I'm not doing something. But I'm sure I'll figure it out. Even when I don't want to figure things out, my brain sits there and figures it out for me....it's like it has a mind of its own.

Time to hit the library. I've decided that I'm going to get serious about my weight lifting now. Time to get focused and sculpt that body I've always thought I'd have someday. Since I'm now "jobless," I suppose I've got the time to invest in it. Or write a book. I might actually look into that, something I thought I'd never have time for amidst raising children. Funny how things can change so quickly, huh?

Weirdness.

I think I'm beginning to like this new state of WEIRDNESS.