I can’t come up with any ONE interesting thing to post about, so I figured I’d post a lot of un-interesting things and hope that you guys don’t notice. Just be glad you weren’t on the receiving end of one of my many emails today. Like her and her and her. Or on the receiving end of one of my many “I’m bored and have nothing to say but feel like talking on the phone” phone calls. Like Grandmaother and Quart. I honestly considered tweeting “Bored & want to chat. DM me your phone number if you like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain.”

What’s leading to all this, you ask? Well, the boys are sick. BOTH of them. Runny noses, super congested coughs, general discontent, extreme malaise, puke, spit up. I suspect an ear infection or two. There’s been a whole lot of crying around here the past few days. And a whole lot of wine drinking. I’ll let you guess who’s up to what activity.

I’m also sad to hear that Punk Rock Mommy died this past weekend. So sad. 6 kids, a husband. An amazing attitude.

So today I’m feeling “Bleh”. Tired. I feel bad for my kids that I can’t do anything to help them or make them feel better. I feel bad that I’m losing patience with them, even though they’re sick and feel crappy and can’t help but wank. And wank. And wank some more. And wank LOUDER. I’m taking them BOTH to the Doctor later this afternoon. Where, again, I’m sure there will be much crying and wanking. It’s always so fun.

On another note, we were in Santa Barbara yesterday and got to see first-hand the damage from the Gap Fire. It was a bit freaky just how close it got to DJ’s parent’s house. Here are a few too many pictures that I took from their neighborhood.

The Charred Mountainside. It might be hard to

tell, but the whole mountain is burned.

A view further to the west.

A house that was barely saved. With two firefighters trapped inside.

Helicopter dropping water on a flare-up

We brought treats to the Command Center…

There are signs like this everywhere.

For the first time in a week, no flames were visible yesterday. Great timing on my part, no? My pyro self would have dug the flames. Maybe next time, and I’m sure there will be a next time.

What else…what else? Oh yes. I had an idea. An idea for a new blog carnival thingy. I feel like I’m a bit too big for my britches, coming up with a blog carnival and all, but what the hell? Why not? Here’s my idea:

Tell me what you think. If you think it’s awesome and you’d TOTALLY participate, tell me. If you think it’s lame and that no one will want to do it, keep your mouth shut let me know that too. I respectfully request your feedback. Constructive criticism encouraged

Okay, well, I’m off to get everyone ready for our big Doctor’s appointment. And a half hour drive to and fro. With two sick kids. Wish me luck. I need it.

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