Ha! I’ve been boring all week. I was laid low by a sinus headache for most of the week which just spiralled into a bout of sloth and self-loathing fed by cold and snow. I’ve decided sinus headaches are like migraines without the light sensitivity and vomiting but with the added benefit of not being able to move your head and/or eyes without wanting to die. Good times.

Man, May has been a total bitch so far. However, the sun is shining as I type and two of the three Tibbles are Minecrafting while the third one, wisely, sleeps. It’s 8:18 a.m. and we’ve been up for 45 minutes. In a moment I will make some monkeybread since I’m pretty sure feeding children nothing but a banana for breakfast is not such a good idea.

But I wanted to tell you before the monkeybread & Meet the Press how I fell into a LinkedIn hole. Of all the social networks, LinkedIn is the one I ignore the most. The only time I even think about it is when I get an invitation to connect & I click accept. I always click accept. So LinkedIn must have redesigned or I’m kind of slow this morning because I haven’t had coffee, but I started scrolling through the people I might know or whatever they call that page that comes up after you click accept. Wow. I don’t know what kind of sharing/email scraping/Internet Voodoo they use to make that page, but damn. The page started out with about seventy-kajillion Nerds from The Nerdery, which isn’t surprising, and slowly morphed into a mixture of all the Canucks I worked with at Hell, Inc. and a variety of publicity people in publishing, which is all logical. But then it started to get a little, um, uncomfortable. I counted at least five dudes whose lips I had been closely acquainted with. What the fuck, LinkedIn? Like I needed that reminder first thing on a Sunday morning from a career website.

Also, this is just a reminder that nothing ever is private. The computers know all the things.
Also, two of the stupidest, most annoying women I have ever worked with have VP titles. Apparently they give those to anyone these days.

Nolan and I had this discussion over monkeybread & “The Brady Brunch:”
“It looks stupid,” he said.
“It’s awesome,” I said. “Look at their house & the stereotypical gender roles!”
“That’s what scares me,” he said.
“What?”
“The traditional gender roles. . . and their clothes.”

The Tibbles & I spent some time playing with LEGOs until our patience was spent. At that point Nolan & Liam did some minecrafting, Cade did some straight up crafting, and I settled in to catch up on some work I skipped during last week’s bout of asshole sinuses.

Things were going smoothly until Cade sliced his thumb open with a pair of scissors. Surprisingly, everyone remained calm during the medical emergency. After the photographing (his idea, not mine), cleaning, and the bandaging, Sister #3 & Mamala returned from the wilds of South Dakota where they had been watching Sister #4’s commencement. She’s now a master of communications.

Now it’s time for some bathing, napping, and other stuff that doesn’t involve speaking to anyone until Family Dinner.

That nap never happened. I spent more time than intended watching “Gidget,” which included these gems:
“Oh, Men! If I could only figure out what to do without them, I’d do it!” The female editor of Gidget’s high school newspaper.
“If your best friend isn’t William Shakespeare & he asks you to read something he’s written, go hide in the closet,” Gidget.

Eventually I roused myself from the couch and spent some quality time in lilac-scented heaven while listening to Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns). There was an attempt at napping but I decided to blow dry my hair instead. Good thing too, because I was late for Family Dinner. The pizza arrived before I did, and there was a little concern from the Liam, the littlest Tibble that I’d forget the ridiculous chocolate cake. As if.

Family Dinner was spent with a debrief about the South Dakota escapades. Maxwell told me how he’s a junior high radical and Jaycie said that people often stop her in the hall to talk about her Communist brother. He makes me laugh. I will have to remember to start calling him Comrade. He’ll get a kick out of that. He’s very into the whole Soviet thing, especially the propaganda. It’s adorable.

Then I showed Jaycie, my niece, the best way to make a fake-flower head garland thing. She was only semi-impressed with my ingenuity. Also, she said she was going to make me one so we could be matchers when we go to Rock the Garden next month. Then I made fun of her for wanting to see Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes.

We yapped about all kinds of other stuff and I made fun of Sister #2 for trying to make fun of my herb garden (or impending herb garden as I haven’t actually planted it yet).

“You’re just jealous of my passion for herbs,” I shouted.
“No.” She laughed. “I just can’t wait to her about the fungus gnats.”

Then I came home to tell you about all my boringness. Orange you glad you didn’t ask?

The “It’s (Insert Day of Week) and I’m Boring” is a series that Christa and I do to pay homage to the beauty of old-school blogging. (I totally copied this nice explanation from Christa).