I'm in a mini-funk.

I wouldn't call it a Full-on Funk. Just a mini-funk. A funk-let.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

The kids and I have been having a ton of fun together this summer. We've gone to the Train Museum, Grant's Farm, movies, the pool, various parks, parades, McDonald's, all kinds of places. And really, for the most part, they've all gotten along better than I would have expected. Even in church.

I've always had what I consider to be a healthy irreverence for All Things Churchy. I think it stems from my upbringing, when I felt that people made All Things Churchy into a much bigger deal than they were to me, since church was always just part of my life. I guess I didn't take it as seriously as other people did. I don't think it's a bad thing, really. I don't think God wants us to get our knickers in a twist over who brings what to the PotLuck and where we're supposed to park when we pick our kids up from Summer PSR.

There's so much pettiness over the dumbest stuff, it takes the focus away from the important stuff. And that bugs me. So I do silly things sometimes at church-related functions. Nothing majorly disruptive or destructive, just silly.

For example, whereas many mothers of small boys dressed their sons in dress shirts and ties for the Church Directory Family Photo, I dressed mine in Matching Hawaiian Shirts. I thought it was kinda hilarious.

When we went to church last week, this is what Funkmasta T wore:



Here's what Mr. P wore today:



And yes, that's Tommy beside him, in a Hawaiian shirt.


Upon further reflection, I think I might have an idea of what's bothering me.

- We're going to Chez Inlaw on Saturday. I usually start stressing out about going there 24-48 hours before. The Aldis will be there. Oh, by the way, Aldigirl was not in the parade last weekend, but I did get a pic of her Baton-Twirling Troupe so that you could get a sense of the level of Dipshittiness I'm dealing with.




- The Baby Shower I went to last weekend reminded me that my little Beeb's birthday's coming up. I can't believe it was 9 years ago that R's mom, aunts and cousins threw a baby shower for me, after they'd known me all of about three months(For as much as I complain about FIL, there are enough totally cool members of my extended family, they almost manage to balance it out). Do other parents feel about 200 years old whenever their oldest has a birthday?

Here's a pic of that little drawstring bag I made for the New Baby, while I'm thinkin about it:




Beebie's been on my mind a lot recently for several reasons. In two weeks, she's flying solo to see Nana and PopPop for a week, then they're flying back with her and spending a week with us. She's going to have a blast with them. She and my dad are good friends, and I love to see her talking to him on the phone for an hour at a time. Beeb's looking forward to it, but I'm going to miss her. She and I have been getting along really well. She suddenly seems so much more mature to me.

- Beeb's birthday coincides with a very sad anniversary. Her friend Jack passed away a year ago on July 9th, right before her birthday. It's made me think about all the things Beeb's done in the last year, things Jack never got to do. It breaks my heart. I wonder if I'll ever be able to celebrate her birthday without thinking of him and wondering what he'd be doing if he were still with us.

- I'm feeling pudgy. My skinny clothes aren't working for me. It's weird, I've been exercising more than usual since summer started. We walk and swim almost every day. I should be losing weight, but I'm not. Of course, I'm drinking beer and eating ice cream almost every day too. So I'm starting a new diet plan. Well, really, it's more of a grocery shopping plan than a diet plan (at least, that's how I've chosen to look at it). I'm not buying any more beer or ice cream. We'll see if it makes a difference. And if it doesn't, I'll go on a beer and ice cream binge and the world can kiss my fat Irish ass.

- This house is a mess. It rained last night and I'm afraid to look in the basement to see if the laundry pile is soaked yet again.

- I was so looking forward to the upcoming snarkiness on The View when Rosie joined Star "Black Tori Spelling" Jones-Reynolds and The Other Brainless Bitches At The Table. I don't watch the show, but I would have tuned in for a Rosie/Star catfight. I'm hoping Rosie will highlight the fact that Joy Behar's really not even remotely funny.


Yeah, that's pretty much why I'm in a funk.

I am knitting The Lucy Bag pattern by Two Old Bags, so that's helping. And R's off 3 days in a row next week. Perhaps a road trip?