Mothering Many

So, our internetless life goes on. You know, I really thought that ithout internet I’d have so much free time on my hands that I would go beserkers and finally clean my house. Nope! I’ve been much too busy to clean the house.

Without the internet, I am: reading books, great big thick ones.

Without the internet, I am: reading magazines, little thin ones about politics. Yes, politics.

Without the internet, I am: knitting stuff, warm wooly stuff. And that is a darn good thing, because last night, as I was sitting on the couch reading my thin political magazine, I was huddled under a blanket, wishing for something warm like Berghaus Clothing. Yes, after four years of summer, winter has finally arrived here in the deep south. Baby, it’s cold outside.

Without the internet, I am: no longer spending my days freezing at my desk which sits by the front windows.

Without the internet, I am: spending a lot more time with kiddos on my lap. They are very warm and snuggly.

Without the internet, I am: going places, like the movies. And getting paid to do it, which is a real nice bonus.

Without the internet, I am: having more fun than I thought I would.

Without the internet, I am: wearing my phone’s qwerty keyboard out texting my bff, Ang. Hey, I’m keeping it real!

Without the internet, I am: remembering how much I dislike Internet Explorer, which is the library’s browser of choice.

And finally, without the internet, I am: having a real hard time keeping up any sort of regular posting schedule. Hopefully that will get better when I have my (repaired) laptop back. I never intended to use Windows Live Writer when I set it up, but now… I’m hoping it’s a useful as all those reviews say it can be.