I’m still here.  I don’t know what my problem is.  I’ve certainly laid around enough to have time to blog.  Right? Well the answer to that is yes.  I finally figured out my memory card problem- apparently the problem is my internal card reader- not the card itself.  Of course I figured this out AFTER spending $15.00 on a new card. (Angry face). An external reader was only $8.88 at the house of Wall and now we’re back in business!  Woo!

You’d think.

Here’s the problem- I am a ‘catcher upper’ which is why in my pre blogging days when I journaled the old fashioned way (you know- to myself) I would spend hours and hours ‘catching up’ when I slacked.  So I have post overload- which means my writing gets less interesting (if that’s possible) and gets pretty picture heavy (I don’t know- that’s probably a good thing right?) and I serial post- which annoys me when I do it.

Clearly I have issues.  Sigh.  Here’s my list.

My talk in church (sorry for you non interested people)
First day of preschool
Megan’s birthday
Visit from the SIL
Soccer
My weeklong birthday extravaganza (still in process baby!)
Parent teacher conferences (I know- super exciting!!) 
My garden progress
plus at least one misc post

Until then (hopefully www.soggycheerios.com/wp-admin/post-new.php) here is a picture to tide you over.  I asked Annika to empty the dishwasher tonight after dinner so it could be reloaded.  She happily agreed to (SHOCKING!!) I found her like this:

From Soggy Cheerios

I also have a joke to share that I don’t know who authored. But it’s funny, and politically neutral (although I’m not. )

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

‘Welcome to heaven,’ says St. Peter. ‘Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.’

‘No problem, just let me in,’ says the man.

‘Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.’

‘Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,’ says the senator.

‘I’m sorry, but we have our rules.’

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises…

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

‘Now it’s time to visit heaven.’

So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

‘Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.’

The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: ‘Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.’ So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. ‘I don’t understand,’ stammers the senator. ‘Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?’

The devil looks at him, smiles and says,
‘Yesterday we were campaigning… today you voted.’