I love bullet points

• It’s as if I don’t have to organize my thoughts or even be particularly concise because there is this small circle at the beginning of my sentence and this is all the organization and consision I need (I made that word up, but I kind of like it, so let’s roll with it). Looks like I could be in the military .


• I finally did get the sand box done and the pictures are in my camera. But I can not show them to you. Because my camera is broken. It is … clogged with sand. I wish I were making that up.
  
  God, the irony.


• We are going to Alaska in three days. I have not mentioned this before on the blog because I have not thought about the trip since I booked the tickets two months ago. It is not that I am not excited. I just can’t think past dinner.


• Does anyone know a good acupuncturist? How do you tell the quacks from the nonquacks? Do they help make stabbing, shooting pain running down the entire back of your right leg go away? How much would it cost for just the stabbing pain to go away? Is shooting pain more or less expensive to treat than stabbing pain? Can needles even make stabbing pain go away? Does it work like a double negative in Algebra? When, if ever, does self administration with a knitting needle make sense? Do I send myself the bill? Will I have good magazines in my waiting room?


• This is what I devolve into at 4 pm on a work day.


• It is raining here, again. Good for the (now) sixty plus tomato plants that are taking up residence in our no-till plot. We had twenty plants in already, but were given an entire flat of tomato plants yesterday for free and, well, we love our Friday night pizza tradition.

  We were also given celeriac. Which I assumed was the misguided giver's poor attempt to spell "celery". It wasn't. I planted four plants before it dawned on me that maaaaaaaybe this person didn't have such a precarious grasp of spelling. Maybe there IS such a thing as "celeriac". And maybe it is not just a word that sounds like a treatment for a mental disorder.

  I just hope it doesn’t taste like ass, because it is taking up precious real estate from my beloved tomatoes.
  
  Also, we discovered asparagus in our plot! This new section was plowed into garden plots just this spring. Prior to that it had been a neglected baseball field. After I fenced off our plot this year, I noticed asparagus growing along the chicken wire. Woohoo! I noticed it too late for us to harvest this year, but next year we’ll have some fresh asparagus.

• I'd like a couple of book suggestions for the trip.

• I will probably not read the books.

• I will probably get them, pack them, feel guilty about hauling them to Alaska and allowing them to replace other things in my suitcase (like Children's Tylenol), intend to read them as soon as the kids fall asleep, try to get the kids to fall asleep, fall asleep myself, wake up to see the kids using them as hats, confiscate them, shove them into my suitcase, forget about them, haul them home and wonder why I even thought I should bring them along in the first place because I never have time to read at home, let alone when I am on a trip with two kids who are bouncing off the walls from all of the excitement and no place to settle them down in, and then leave them in my half unpacked suitcase until Chris decides he has had enough and unpacks everything for me and puts my suitcase away, neatly placing the books on my dresser.

• So do you have any good book recommendations?