The posts in my head are funny. And perfectly written.

Sometimes, temporarily, I stop updating the blog. I don't mean to stop. It just happens. And all the non-blogging while, I compile {some-HUGE-figure-close-to-a-million} half-written blog posts in me wee little head. Things I want to write down, things I want to remember, feelings I want to share, birthday shout outs I want to give, and so on and so on and so on. But that's as far as they make it; a mere {unshared} thought that will soon be nothing but forgotten. It's too bad, really. Because some of my best posts are written in my head, and then buried there FOR.E.VER! May they rest in peace.

Usually all it takes to reawaken the bloggy addict in me is one measly post {and a few comments from you good people that for whatever reason read this blog of mine. thank you.}. And then somehow, I'm over it. Back to my substandard bloggy self. Blogging about my substandard life; in my substandard way. It really is a sickness.

I'm hoping this post will be that reviving post. Because really, me wee little head has a lot to tell you people.

**Like the fact that Spencer and I have been addicted to documentaries lately. One of my favorite so far: The King of Kong. Spence and I are {obviously} easily influenced and now have an itching desire to grow all of our own food, never eat at McDonalds or even drive in a Walmart parking lot, and to buy an arcade Donkey Kong game which we will house in our garage and play no less than 10 hours a day. We all need goals.

**Or how Brynlee started gymnastics. And how much I adore her in her pink leotard. And how much she adores somersaulting in the pink leotard. And how much I adore that she adores somersaulting, pink leotards and gymnastics. The whole phenomenon is really quite adorable.

**Or how I spent the second half of last week at my mom and sister's house. I told you that they are neighbors now, right? And not that it's all about me, but I surly appreciate the convenience of the new living situation. One trip, two visits. It's like having your cake and eating it too. Or whatever.

**Or how my neighbor got a new roof. Every day for an entire week, the roofer hung shingles while listening to a CD that I'm pretty sure he kyped from the DJ of Skateland circa 1995. I could practically smell Skateland: stale nachos mixed with high school locker room and a broken bottle of Exclamation Perfume. As if to tribute the memory of Skateland couple skating I'm pretty sure my hands got sweaty when Kiss from a Rose came on. And I'm not going to admit to singing along with the roofer to Gangsters Paradise as I pushed the kids on the swings.

**Or how, so far, Jace rocks at being two. Not to brag, but that little two-year old boy is the cutest little two-year old boy in the history of cute little two-year old boys. He's got me wrapped around his chubby finger. Little punk. Now if only we could get him to go to nursery unattended. And take out the trash. And maybe mow the lawn.

**And speaking of my two-year-old, his birthday letter is still to come. That's what put me in the blog sabbatical in the first place. I wasn't going to write another blog post until I got his birthday letter written. It's still not written. Don't judge me.

**We had banana bites for FHE tonight. Here's a little secret that you can't tell anybody: I dipped one in chocolate, rolled it in crushed Kit-Kats. Dipped it in chocolate again, and then rolled it in crushed cookies. The dipped it in chocolate. Then ate it. And then I put my head between my legs to fight the sugar rush. And then I grabbed another banana slice and did it all over again.

I might go to aerobics on Wednesday. Or I might overdoes myself on banana bites, sleep in, and then complain about all the weight I've been bizarrely gaining.

I'll write a substandard blog post letting you know what I decide. No promises on rather or not it will actualy get posted.  But based on the last two weeks. . . I'm thinking probably not.

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Pictures from a recent family outing to the falls by the temple: