false starts

For a while there, I was on a bloggy roll. I had posts lined up in my head, and I even went so far as to write a few ahead of time and set them to post automatically at a later date. Wow, I felt so organized, and prepared, and um... only slightly embarrased to have been ridiculously proud about a task that really carries no importance in the big scheme of things. But then this week hit, and I feel like I've been running around like that decaptitated chicken from the really-disturbing-metaphors-list, and yet I can't really think of anything gigantic that I've gotten accomplished in place of blogging. Yes, I've washed approximately 547 dishes; washed, dried, folded and put away about 35 loads of laundry and cooked 18 meals that have mostly gone uneaten from pan -> childrens' plates -> disposal. But no big projects or giant achievements to speak of.

Oh well, such is life. Another week starts tomorrow, and with it comes the end of the music class session for the Red and Pudge, the beginning of the new swim session for all three kids, and the first round ever of NCLB-mandated state testing for JAM, who wishes he was still in 2nd grade so he didn't have to hear the dreaded phrase MSA Test over and over and over these past few weeks. Two days this week, and two days next week, and then he's in the clear until next spring. No child will be left untested this week, Mr. Former President. Ugh.

The one blogging highlight this week, was the fantastic comments and ensuing email conversations that were in response to this post. This week brought more serendipitous experiences, and I really appreciate the fantastic resources that people had to share. (Cornell bird site-- freaking amazing!) Next on tonight's list is to put pen to paper and do some good old fashioned lesson planning. Okay, lesson planning-light, since it's on a much smaller scale. But, this official first study with my own babies is certainly an interesting experience. Hopefully, more on that later this week.

So, this was really a post about nothing. My own Seinfeldian creation with 0% of the laughs. What's that you say? You just realized that this should have been a guffaws post? Hmmm... my bad. I have a few that are in reserves, but nothing that's in the I've-pushed-out-three-kids-so-laughing-this-hard-makes-me-pee-a-little-bit category. Got jokes? Send 'em my way, and if they pass that high bar that references my challenged bladder control, you just may see them again here in all their glory.

Wondering how so many words can possess so little meaning,