I’ve been on the computer almost non-stop for days. 

Must…finish…project…

I’m actually really (mostly) enjoying it, especially as I see how this project that I started almost two years ago and set aside, thinking that I never would get it done…is really and truly almost finished!!!!!  Thanks to Matt’s urging.  He saw it for what it was…something that many of you could really use and appreciate.

So, sixteen hours a day times how many days equals way too much time on the computer at one time. 

Which leads me to this question:  What do you think this is?

No, not the pencil…the other little thingy there beside the pencil?

It has something to do with how tired I was getting as I stared at the screen.

Here’s a closer-up picture (don’t question my grammar, I’ve been at the computer for WAY too long to come up with real words):

Figure it out yet?

Yes, those are indeed the contact lenses I was wearing on the whichevereth day of being at the computer for too many hours.  I just didn’t have the strength to get up out of my chair and go upstairs to take them out properly.  And they could NOT stay in my eyeballs for one more minute.

I had Asa bring my glasses to me, and I just plucked those suckers out and tossed them on the table.

And then just I kept right on working.

I didn’t think a thing of it until several hours later when I was trying to clean up part of my mess.  I was wiping off the table…and there they were…in all their blobby glory.

And then in my delirium, I got way too tickled and giggly over the fact that really…I had just grabbed my contacts out of my eyes in between typing words, threw them on the table beside my computer and just carried on with my life without blinking.  Er, well…I would imagine that I did blink a time or two as I took them out…but you know what I mean.

Only a crazy woman would do this…and then later take a picture of them and share them with her blog reader friends.  Welcome to my crazy world, people.

Well anyway, I’m pretty sure that I had given thought to the fact that this particular pair of contacts was on its last leg anyway and that I needed to get out a new pair.  (I wear disposable, the kind that last two weeks.)  Right?  Surely I was at least thinking clearly about that, wasn’t I?  Because I think this particular pair of two week contacts was around three weeks old. 

And on that note…I do believe it’s time for me to turn off the computer for a day or two.  I’ve accomplished much.  I’ve pushed myself a little more toward insanity.  And now I’m taking a break. 

The project is almost done anyway.  :)

I’ll see ya Sunday.  Or Monday.  Or whenever I decide to put a new pair of contacts in.

I have no idea where it came from, but Malachi (our littlest guy) has developed a “funny laugh” that never fails to crack us all up.  We even put it on our answering machine.  People say that they call now just to be cheered up by Malachi’s laugh on the recording.

I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t get a video of this goofy laugh.  A few days ago I finally got it done.  It took…more than a few shots.  Ah, but at least it was fun.

If you happen to need a laugh and have one minute and forty one seconds to watch something  completely pointless and silly, please watch this little video we call, “Laugh Along with Malachi”. 

Hey, did you notice the other boys flying around in the background, trying to get on camera?  At least the boys come by their wild and wackiness honestly.

What is up with me encountering critters in my house?  First the snake and now this.

I will say, right from the start, that having a snake in my house was a MUCH worse experience than this one.  This one was mostly just funny and made my children laugh at me.

Early last week the boys and I took down our Christmas tree and decorations and boxed them up to store until next year.  We keep all of our Christmas decor up in our attic, along with a various assortment of dust and dirt. 

The boys hauled all of the boxes upstairs and put them at the base of the attic stairs.  I was then planning to take the boxes up the steep steps into the attic. 

So picture this:  Four boys (fairly bored, disinterested and relieved to be finished with packing up decorations) gathered around 6-8 boxes all of various sizes and shapes at the base of a set of stairs leading up to an attic.  One mom (also very relieved to be finished with packing up decorations and ready to move on with life) picking up one of the boxes to begin the trek up the stairs to deposit the goods.  Sounds innocent enough wouldn’t you think?  Kinda makes you want to yawn, doesn’t it?

I opened the attic door and carried Box Number 1 up exactly five steps before abruptly being greeted by loud flapping wings and a beak flying toward my face. 

I yelled something intelligent like, “Aaauughhh!”, simultaneously jumped down all five steps in one leap and landed smack in the middle of my four boys and all the remaining boxes.

Oh, and I also slammed the door to the attic while I was leaping…all while still holding Box Number 1.

I have to say, the whole act was quite impressive and heroic.

The boys looked quite stunned at first, because well…this was not part of our yearly Christmas storage tradition.

It was then quite obvious that while they really wanted to make sure I was unharmed…they also really wanted to laugh.  I’m also pretty sure they wanted to take a turn at the “go up five steps then leap back down while slamming a door” trick.  Both of those activities are against the rules of the house…and to do them both at once?  Cool.

I believe my oldest was the first to find his voice,  “What was THAT about?” he tried to ask without smirking.

“THAT,” I told my boys, “Was a bird flying at my face.  Don’t worry, I wasn’t really scared.  I just didn’t want the bird to fly down and get into the house, because do you know how hard it would be to get a bird out of our house?  That’s why I jumped down so quickly and slammed the door.”

We had a nice laugh together, then left the boxes at the foot of the stairs for my husband to deal with later.

Best part of the story:  My father-in-law was visiting at the time.  I went downstairs and, still a little out of breath from the whole experience said, “Hey, did you hear me yell and jump and wonder what was going on up there?  There was a bird in the attic that flew at my face!”

My father-in-law just looked at me, quite interested and impressed with the situation.

Then he asked just as seriously as can be,  “What kind of bird was it?”

;)

Wee fish ewe a mare egrets moose,
Wee fish ewe a mare egrets moose,
Wee fish ewe a mare egrets moose,
panda hippo gnu deer!

No, I didn’t write that myself.  I’m not that creative.  But you can think I am if you want to. 

Actually, after I saw this little song, the boys and I had to turn it into a little research project.  We did Swag searches to see what some of those animals looked like!  How could I not gno about a gnu?  Ah the things we wish we gnu.

I’ll be signing off for a couple of days to celebrate Christmas.  I’ll do my best not to eat too much fudge this year. 

Check back in soon!  I’ll start answering your questions to add to my Learn About Laura series! 

Have a wonderful, blessed Merry Christmas!