This is what the inside of my head looks like. Be afraid.

I'm vomiting words today because I'm too scatterbrained to focus on a particular thought for a blog post. This means you're getting an unfortunate glimpse into my actual thought process during any given slice of time. Seven comments to move on today, people, so let's all step up and get us out of this strangely disconcerting place.

I was reflecting on James's super awesome cardboard tank yesterday (see blog post below) and reflecting on how much fun he's had building and using it. In his imagination, it's fully functional and he happily blasts Lego creations to smithereens. I'd worried more about this violent streak except....he's nine. Or will be, this month.

So I decided to become as a little child and learn from him. No, I'm not going to blow stuff up. Although....

Focus!

I remember a grand puppet theater we made out of a cardboard box when I was a kid and other miscellaneous adventures. I'm sure it must have been around age twelve that I became to cool to do this stuff. Twelve is when lots of stuff goes out the window.

I've come to realize as I grow up (still working on it) that I'm not cool at all. Definitely not too cool for cardboard. So then my mind wandered (anyone else have this problem when cleaning up?) and I began to think about what I might build of cardboard. It's not that crazy. Surely you've seen these photos circulating:

See? It's not just for kids.


So here's my list of things I want to construct out of cardboard: a mini-spa on my balcony for manicures/pedicures/scalp massages, my dream kitchen, a chaise lounge at the foot of my bed, a new cell phone, and a mini-van. If my imagination is as good as my son's, then I'll enjoy my cardboard creations as much as if they're real. Plus for an added bonus, I'll be reusing and recycling so I get to be a fantastic human being in the process.


In other news.....I've lost seven pounds! Whoo-hoo! It's been cooking Weight Watchers recipes at home and religious gym attendance but at last, my shorts are sagging in the butt again. I never thought I'd want that. *Happy dancing, happy dancing, happy dancing!*


I've also picked up some blog bling from Heather at The Extraordinary Ordinary and tomorrow I will proudly display it. (Apparently, I make her smile.)


Baby G is dressed in a pirate monkey shirt. I have decided I would dress him in nothing but pirate monkey clothes if there were enough available.


Carry on....