There is so much going on lately I don't even know where to begin. I think the most important thing to talk about is the one thing that has been on my mind more than anything else over the last couple of days. You know, the story that everyone has been talking about, because OH MY GOD REALLY? |At what age do you realise that it's just wrong... so wrong... so terribly wrong...
You know what I'm talking about, don't you?
The capes. The weird, Eyes Wide Shut capes that Courtney and Lindzi wore on last night's episode of The Bachelor. God, I'm glad this season is over, because I couldn't bear to look at robotic, zero personality bad-haired Ben any longer.
In all seriousness, let's talk plagiarism. I learned it was wrong to steal other people's work years before I graduated from university. I mean, duh. This is something my boys, who are four and six years old, already know.
I have a hard time writing about a similar topic another blogger has written about unless I credit where I got the idea from. I used to have panic attacks when I would re-write news stories, wanting to make sure that the words I was writing were my own. Liz pretty much sums all I want to say about the topic, even though it's not a new post. Marinka, too. Funny, these two women also happen to be on my top ten list of favourite bloggers, often giving me inspiration with my blog. I support my blogging community and hate it when things get ugly. It's not that hard to do the right thing.
In other news, I haven't been online much because my children have been sick with a never-ending virus and high fevers. A week long fever in either one of my children causes my 'normal' (read: ridiculously high) level of anxiety to reach another level altogether, and night time with sick children means that the hours will move slower than dripping molasses.
I've also been busy with something else. I've been busy drawing pictures. Draw Something is my newest addiction. Admit it. You're totally obsessed with this game, too, aren't you? I have accepted the fact that my drawing skills are nothing like my professional artist of a mother. No, my skills are the same as they were when I was oh, seven years old. That's pretty much where my math skills have stayed, too. Showing these pictures to you is nowhere near as embarrasing as it was when I showed you my most horrific childhood pictures. That was a really hard post to publish!
Even though I'm not a gifted artist, I don't think my drawings are that bad... right?
I'll return to the regular world of blogging as soon as I can stop trying to collect coins so I can buy new colours and more bombs. Peace out!