The Distracted Blogger

   Yes...that is me...Moochie, The Distracted Blogger.  Doodle called it irresponsible.  I say that is waaay too harsh, so I will call it 'Distracted'.  So I have been shamed by the Town Council into this mornings blog.  A lot has gone on since my last entry..I won't bore you with ALL of the details..but I WILL give you enough info to get you updated and maybe become more 'responsible'..I mean less 'distracted'.
   Angel Baby has passed his kidney stone and is now deep into mid-term exam studying.  Unfortunately, Angel Baby (and I think all of my children) has inherited my ability to be distracted.  He has ask me to help him stay on track by questioning his study habits, paper-writing status, and project building progress...ME?..the distracted one!!...I will do my best.  It will be difficult though, to gently nudge without seeming 'naggy'....There is a fine line (I am told).
   I have conquered a bushel of apples.  What was I thinking, buying a BUSHEL of apples???...They yelled at me all of one weekend, 'Do something with us!  You paid perfectly good money for us!  We are crowded in this bag and beginning to get bruises from being packed in here so tight.  Help! Help!  We are going soft.  Help us!'  And I could not escape those apples.  Mainly because there was one bag in the hallway, where it was plopped down (that many apples are heavy you know?) and then there was a bag on the kitchen table.  When I sat in the den to check emails, or watch t.v. or get caught up on my knitting the 'hall' apples would plead with me.  Racked with apple-guilt I would get up and go to the kitchen to do something productive...and yes, there they were...the evil siblings of the 'hall' apples...the 'kitchen' apples..The 'kitchen' apples...always jealous of the peeling of potatoes, or stirring of the gravy, frying of the chicken..jealous, JEALOUS 'kitchen' apples.  Finally it was more than I could bear so I put my behind in the car and went on the hunt for an apple peeler.  Yea, Bed Bath and Beyond...a whole display of apple peelers...a heavenly light shining down on the display.  I snatched one, drove home and VOILA!...The pantry at Town Hall now holds 17 pints of applesauce!..No more apple guilt for me!...By the way, the 4 ounce jar of pickles still sits in my pantry..just waiting...and waiting...