Nothing profound: Apologies and Randomness.

I wasn't intending to string you along and make you all think I had this awesome, gut-wrenching, tear-jerking emotional post and then out of spite post some lame, light-hearted epiphany I had.

At first I was thinking to write one big, long novel-ic-ish (is that a word? if not, let's make it one) post, but then I decided to do a series. And then I thought I could do a mini-series of all my epiphanies along the way, AND a big post.

I don't mean to make you a victim of my indecisive ways. Like you, I loathe unmet expectations and empty promises. It's quite obvious I am an ameteur blogger/writer/storyteller with no real method to my madness.

Sorry.

Hmmm. And now I kind of feel sorry for feeling sorry. Because now I'm just acting like I have a substantial following of people waiting to read my stuff, and that's just plain presumptuous. And totally false. (but i do thank you, my faithful friends and family). I'm no TAMN or Nie Nie or Jane. So who am I to come out and say "Hey all my faithful readers. I know you're waiting for something truly grand to be published...can you wait a few more days"??? Because really, I know your life will go on whether or not I am able to properly find the words to express myself and post it for the public to see.

So just pretend I didn't say it. (Some of you with good reason may wonder why not just delete the apology. I mean this IS a computer and not ink. I have nothing witty to come back to that. Or any logical explanation countering it. I'll just leave it and keep rambling) All I am saying is that there is a loooong post I continue to add to in my drafts folder, and in the mean time, I will be spilling bits and pieces of things on my blog that won't fit in "the" post. The fact that I am adding to "the" post bit by bit should have no indication of it's quality. Remember, amount of time to write post ≠ high quality post.

It just = a post.

So let's get on with it. Not "the" post, of course. Just a post.

Michelle's random musings for the day. In no particular order...

1. Ants have an uncanny ability to survive being smacked with a wet paper towel and drowned in a sink. Ewww. Of course there is no bug-killing husband around to get rid of said bugs. Echhhh!

2. Having a mini fridge gives mini people (i.e. children- in particular 2.5 year-olds) waaay too much freedom to pilfer.

3. I have the greatest neigbors. Really I do. Example #213: I was about to peel my kids away from playing outside with friends this afternoon to go to the grocery store to pick up some milk (Yup, you guessed it. For my Oreos. Thanks, mom!) when my neighbor runs inside her house and then comes back out with a gallon of milk. Just like that. I shook my head and gratefully declined. She put the cartonin my hand and gave me a knowing look that all mothers can appreciate: Do you really want to take your kids to the grocery store? her eyes inquired. I gratefully took the milk. Bless this woman she is a saint.

4. I feel really silly not knowing all the fancy short-cuts to get to places in Utah County. It's embarassing how often I punch addresses in to my GPS to try and discover a new or "better" way. I mean I did go to BYU for 5 years. I guess living so close to campus and not having a car for 3 of those years has in fact hindered my ability to navigate with awesome know-how. Hopefully soon.

5. You know you're in Utah when you take your kids swimming at the local water park and you take a short cut through the little swim shop on your way out of the park only to notice racks carrying Mod-Be and Shade Swim suits. How convenient (and dangerous). I mean, I guess that is THE perfect place to have them. It just makes me laugh. Before I had to search online and guess how they looked like in real life on my less-than-curvy body. Now I just have to pop in the swim shop when I take my kids swimming to check out the latest and hottest in modest swim fashion. Yahoo. Welcome to Zion, Michelle.

6. Sure glad my sister has 2 vacuums. I'm a floor girl and when my floors aren't vacuumed when there's crumbs on them I just feel...immobile...incapacitated? I currently have no vacuum in my possession. I need a vacuum in my possession though. (suggestions welcome) I'm holding off getting a cheapy because I think we have one in storage Kyle will be bringing, but I'm not sure. In any case, sister-dearest Melody has two. She doesn't mind sharing. I love it! Now my floors are vacuumed and I feel better. There are lots of un-done dishes in the kitchen but I don't care about those.

7. Today on Facebook I received a friend request. The catch is I don't think he knows or remembers me. I think he is just asking to be my friend because we went to BYU at the same time. And he used to talk my ear off about running for President of the United States. I think he's just getting a head start on his supporters and did a mass search for BYU alumni. I actually didn't recognize him by name. I had to look at his picture and profile to jog my memory.And then it hit me when I saw his big smile in his graduation garb in front of some fancy law school in Virginia. He is indeed on the political path, that's for sure. So, do I accept his friendship, being fairly certain that he doesn't really remember me? Hmmmm....

8. Not having Kyle around does have it's benefits. I didn't turn on the A/C at all today. He would have died. But I am pretty much comfortable. Don't get me wrong, there's like 3 billion, 5 million, 588 hundred thousand, six hundred and eighty-two reasons why it's totally rotten not having him here. I'll just take the positives when I can. And so I go green where I can. Not budging on the diaper thing. Happy to budge on energy thing though.

9. I never had a grocery store ( at least one I frequented on a regular basis) in Chicago supply bread bowls and it made me crazy because Kyle always requested soup in bread bowls for dinner. I always wondered why he asked so specifically for bread bowls to go with his soup. Then I remembered. Macys carries great bread soup bowls. So I felt really guilty making potato soup to go in...gulp...bread bowls tonight. Without Kyle. Sad.

10. I'm debating a serious commitment. Now that I have a closet to hold all of mine and (GASP) Kyle's clothes I am really thinking about going all wood for the hangers. I doubt they function any better than my inexpensive white (and black, and green, and whatever hodge podge of colors I have curently) plastic hangers. I just love the look of monochomatic, wood hangers in a closet. I'm a sucker for organizational spaces. Hmmm.... Costco sells them, right?

11. What's up with getting all these e-mails from the White House and being referred to as "friend." I mean, I respect the presidency and all. We're just not friends. I'd prefer "American" or "Ma'am" even. Not comfortable with "friend" just yet. Is that just me?