I titled this “catching up” but I’m not all that sure there’s a whole lot of anything to catch up on, really. Not because I’m sitting here and staring into space, but nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Let’s see what I can think of though, because going days without blogging is not normal for me and I’d like to get back into the swing of things.

1. I’m still reading Wicked which is annoying because it’s so good that I should have finished it by now. Unfortunately, I had to put it aside from time to time to do things like work and whatnot. I’m less than a hundred pages from the end now, and so on top of things like life getting in the way of reading, I also hit that point where I want to finish it but I also don’t want it to end. It happens every single time I really love a book. It’s been interesting to read because in The Wizard of Oz you just automatically hate the Wicked Witch of the West, but the book tells you the whole story of her life and, well, she’s a really awesome character.
2. I hurt my back yesterday. I was trying to carry Breanna and her sled up the stairs and she was slipping. I went to heave her up with one arm onto my hip, just like I do all the time, but something in my back went *sproing* and now it hurts. Nothing makes you feel old quite like throwing out your back or (as I do once every six weeks) your neck.
3. Breanna has become obsessed with snakes and biting. She’s been interested in snakes for awhile but the biting factor is pretty new. I think it may have come from an episode of Diego or Dora. Every single day she’ll suddenly ask me, “Mommy? Snake a-bite me?!” I reassure her that I won’t let any snakes come and bite her. Then she’ll ask, “Mommy, snake a-bite you?” and I’ll tell her I’ll be careful not to let them bite me either. The other night George and I were watching Snakes on a Plane again on the movie channel and I said it would be really bad for Breanna to wake up and walk into the living room because she would have been traumatized for life.
4. In between work, I pop over to Facebook and obsessively check to see if it’s my turn in any of my numerous Scrabulous games. I am hooked. I am also discovering that I’m not as good at Scrabble as I used to be once upon a time. I don’t know if I lost part of my brain cells or what, but I am winning only one of nine games right now, and in the other eight I’m not only losing, but I am losing spectacularly. I want to blame it on the whole “my brain has never been the same since giving birth and being sleep deprived” but just about everyone that I’m playing right now is also a mother so I don’t think it’s much of an excuse. Bah.
5. A friend of mine posted this video of Harry Potter puppets and I nearly peed my pants because it was so funny.

   I have had “Snape, Snape, Severus Snape” stuck in my head since 10 pm last night.

6. It is -10C with some light snow this morning, but with the wind it feels like -525C with huge swirls of snow sweeping up into the air. Every year my tolerance for winter gets lower and lower.
7. I need another coffee.