I haven't written a blog post in a week.
I've tried on several occasions but I've failed. I would sit down to write and get about a paragraph out and then I realized I have nothing else to say that is of any interest to anyone, including myself.
I've been walking around like a zombie for the last week. Zombie may be an exaggeration. I've been walking around like a dead person for the last week.
Nothing bad is happening, it's just that alot is HAPPENING, period. I have work related obligations and family functions and church responsibilities and exercising and cleaning house and making meals and cheering Grant on at a golf tournament that was MUCH HOTTER than I thought it would be. (By the way, he did GREAT at his first "real" tournament. Didn't make the Sunday cut but he had a great performance!). Yesterday I spent 8 hours at church for a variety of reasons. I was supposed to go grocery shopping after the 8th hour but I called Grant and told him that I may fall over dead in HEB if I were to grocery shop. Which is saying something because, as previously stated, I am already a walking dead person as it is.
Among all the activities I've listed, I'd like for you to factor into the equation something I like to call DRUGS. Benadryl. Claritin. Alavert. Zyrtex. Tylenol. And on the 8th day, God made Tylenol PM. And it was good.
Ya see, about 10 days ago my ears and nose and head filled up with snot and I heard a voice somewhere deep inside say to me, "JEN! It's us!! Your allergies!! You didn't think you would make it through October without US did you?!? We're HERE! And we're here to STAY!".
I'd like to state for the record that I do realize that I just personified mucus and I realize that this absurd and disgusting and I blame the drug-induced state that I am currently in.
I also omitted mascara today as it is pointless.
I look beautiful.