April 28, 2010~~10:21 p.m.
Neglect and university...

Why don't I ever write here anymore? That's a very good question. I could say that I'm just a very busy person, that my life is full to overflowing with commitments about which I am so impressively dedicated... but the truth is probably just that I got out of the habit and it fell off the radar.

If you (be *you* a person or a thing, a hobby or a task) are IN MY FACE every single day, I attend to you. If you are not, I am entirely likely to blow you off completely. It's not because I don't like *you* (who or what ever *you* are), it's just that I'm basically lazy and kinda lame. Sorry.

Elle is finishing up her senior year. There is a little calendar on the fridge with all of the important upcoming events at which our attendance is expected... because, apparently, the powers that be at the high school do not realize how much FLIPPIN work there is to do around here to get this house ready for a big graduation party.

My advice to the world, do not buy a brand new house ten years before your kid will be graduating from high school. EVERYTHING starts to fall apart by ten years in and, since you will soon be writing LARGE checks to a university, there will not be money to fix it all.

My kitchen is dated (and my grout is a mess). My furniture is dated (and kinda ugly). My carpet is worn. The walls need paint. Bathrooms need caulking. The arbor needed to be restained, but we got that done. There is a TON of yard clean-up and replanting. The trampoline (yea, the one that NO ONE uses anymore) needs to be taken down to make room for more outdoor seating. And.. and.. and.. ugh.

On the upside, college decisions have been made. Elle will be at Loyo1a M@rym0unt University in the fall. She is pleased with her decision. We are pleased with her decision. I think it will be a great school for her and that she'll be very happy.

... and I'm terrified of what it will be like around here without her. Just me and the boys. It seems... less fun. I'm going to miss her /so/ much I can hardly stand to even think about it.

Maybe I'll start writing more... an outlet for my anxiety. I guess we'll see.