Bad excuses are worse than none. ~Thomas Fuller

The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude. ~Voltaire

So I just gave up....

It happens sometimes.

No nervous breakdown.

No earth shattering life crises.

Not even a good ol 'howthahelldidthathappen?? event" to throw me off course.

I literally just couldn't do every thing I normally do in life, so something had to be eliminated.

(I considered briefly giving up showering but apparently lack of personal hygiene can be bad for business.)

Blogging brings me a certain amount of happiness and sense of accomplishment in life. But it doesn't bring in any cold hard cash, and something had to give.

So here's a short list of what I've been up to... you know things I could have been blogging about but never really got around to doing.

Consider it the "CliffsNotes" to the blogs that should have been.

Most importantly, I've been working on my business.

I haven't done any formal sort of advertising since Mother's Day 2009.

That's kind of scary. What was even scarier was the look I got from the woman who sets up the ads at the paper when I told her I wasn't really sure if the local paper was a good form of advertising.

She told me point blank I couldn't really say that, since in my three years of business I had only run one ad.

Touche my dear... of course, with that kind of reasoning she sold me on six ads.

(Somewhere in the back of my head, a little Steiner voice was going off saying "Hey! You know that trick!! We taught you that one! Don't fall for that!!!)

~My Sister and I did Bust-A-Move. In total we raised $2,306! That's a lot of generosity from our small community.

The entire fundraiser raised $863,500 hopefully that adds up to a lot of healthy boobs down the road.

(I just had a client in today who has informed me that they have started construction. All it has really added up to so far, is a loss of 82 parking spaces. So now all the sick people have to walk two blocks to get to the hospital...so much for improving the quality of a patients life.)

I've exercised twice since then... six hours strait kind of takes the fun out of it.

~My dog ate my neighbours chickens, and we had to buy more.

You would think me picking up seven live chickens would be a good post, but alas, it was entirely uneventful... I drove to Milton, they put the chickens in the crate, and I drove home.

Who knew I could spend an afternoon with live squawking animals and have no tales of woe to go with it?!

My only tale of woe is the fact that I had to buy a $500 zapper fence that we haven't had the time to train him with yet.

~And I planted flowers (see???..do you see why I haven't blogged??.. I haven't actually done anything worth writing about)

For those of you on the edge of your seat to know what I discovered on that adventure...

1. A lobster pot full of mud is too damn heavy to lift by myself.

2. The pointy end goes up.

(I found that out after only twenty minutes of Google searching Although I can't confirm it one hundred percent yet, as I'm still waiting to see if my box produces some beautiful blue lilies, or a tangle of roots... or nothing at all.. in which case I'm buying one of those roll-out mats of flower seeds to plant next year...)

and

3. My dog loves to dig in fresh mud almost as much as he likes chasing chickens.

(So I actually got the practice of planting twice, and after yelling at him for a good five minutes I then gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the night... those are fine parenting skills I am honing.)

And that's long and the short of it... my life this past month has not consisted of blogging, but it has consisted dirt, sweat and dead chickens. I promise to resume my weekly updates just as soon as the next big thing blows up in my face.