rolling camera and....ACT NATURAL

So we were chosen by a cable TV show for a kitchen makeover.  This is phenomenal for a number of reasons the least of which being that we are getting brand new appliances for free.  It has been a crazy place around this house for the past several days, some of it has been fun, some of it....well not so fun.  The crew could not be nicer, so we've been as accommodating as possible to their requests.  We've been smiling and talking, painting and sanding, and acting like a normal American family, and now, well, I'd really love to get to the part where I'm standing all by myself in my freshly painted kitchen staring at my shiny new appliances that are humming away and feeling like "well that wasn't so bad."  That part is coming soon I hope.  But right now, the big Sears truck just pulled into the driveway, three separate times for the camera.  Hope they got the shot.

Somebody Clone Me

Somebody please duplicate me so that I can actually feel like I'm keeping up with my own life.  This is a simple request no?

Running the gamut of emotions from 6:00am to Zzzzzzzz

So much happens in a day.   What an understatement for anyone's life yes?  To wake up each morning with inspiration and motivation and to play duck and cover all day long from the slings and arrows shot from the arsenal of three of the most important people in my life, well, let's be honest, it's just exhausting.
By the time I force myself to sit down and type something half witty and meaningful, I simply don't know where to begin.  The thing yesterday that seemed so hilarious as it was playing out, tonight just doesn't seem all that special,  (trying to avoid a pink birthday cake for my son's 7th birthday, for example).
My stream of consciousness is more like a babbling brook that drains down to a trickle, then becomes a raging river only to pool into a sedentary swamp.  A SWAMP I TELL YA.
Each day is a salad; a fair mix of joy, silliness, laughter, spontaneity, patience, loss of patience, eruptions, and interruptions, and as always, a dash of mind-bending tedium and repetition.
There is a story somewhere in my soul, perhaps more than a few.  I just have to pull the sleeping lion off the lid of the trunk so that some of these ideas could float up to my brain and out my fingers.  Focus, focus, focus.......bed, I'm toast.