My ONE goal for the last week was to get off my butt (or on it, as the case may be) and get something posted to my blog. As you may have guessed, nothing earth-shattering has happened around here lately and I'm kind of at a loss for blog fodder. So, in the absence of any real excitement, here's a recap of my life of late.
Firstborn is finally off of training wheels! We were moving the things up and up, and finally he was just riding around the driveway without either of them touching the ground. Then suddenly, he rounded a corner and one popped right off. Things are just not made to last anymore! I took this a sign from the universe to get rid of them altogether, and braced myself for weeks of wipe-outs and scraped knees. But the kid just got on and started riding his bike like he'd been on a two-wheeler for years. So much for all my worry about him never learning to ride his bike. Kind of like my worrying that he'd never learn to walk, talk, read...
This week we have to make YET another 4-hour round trip to the big city for YET another autism-related appointment that will lead nowhere. Right now, we're averaging one a month, and the only thing being accomplished is that the car is being run into the ground. Well, that and a lot of visits to the big Value Village. So I guess it all averages out in the end.
We had a yard sale a couple of weekends ago, and I managed to offload a big pile of our junk, and make $50 in the process. I'm feeling good about this because I've just started watching Hoarders and frankly, it's scaring the bejeezes out of me. Because we invited friends and threw a big 3-family yard sale, I actually ended up spending about half my earnings on some of my neighbour's junk. But her junk was of a better quality than my junk, so I still consider the whole thing a roaring success, and wish the Captain would stop rolling his eyes at me.
And finally, it's town fair time again! I'm frantically trying to get myself organized so I can enter some crafts and baked goods. Last year, I won $8 in prize money. This year I'm going for the big win--a tub of local honey! Wish me luck. If my first two disastrous attempts at honey muffins are anything to go by, I'm really going to need it.