I.T. Catholic Mom’s blog has been collecting dust this week. Why is ITCM’s blog collecting dust this week? you ask. Well, here’s your answer in bullet format, because ITCM is all beleaguered and can’t drag a well-thought-out blog from her sorry brain right now:

• Catholic Hubs has been out on assignment all week halfway across the continent
• Catholic Mom has been left to maintain a household and rear 2 children during Hub’s absence
• Catholic Mom’s IT job outside of the home requires her to be onsite maintaining technology for a Regional Community of Catholic nuns
• During which time she’s in the process of launching a new website for an important client with her IT firm
• And 2 very big meetings requested her presence, sitting her in the ‘hot seat’ and causing her to sweat bullets under what seemed to be a very powerful microscope
• To top it all off, between shuffling the CK’s around for daycare, she was forced to dispose of a dead rabbit that presumably died from heat exhaustion after being trapped in a 100+ degree furnace garage. (The smell!!)
• Fill in the blanks here.

Now where’s that feather duster?

Oh yes, I’m taking heed to Secretary Chertoff’s statement about remaining “vigilant to the events happening in your environment and report any suspicious activities to authorities” over the summer vacation months. In fact, I’m keeping my eye out for strange activities on a daily basis now thanks to that public reminder. I mean who wouldn’t after all of the scary stuff going on in our world, right? Seriously now.

On that note, I think I have an incident that bears reporting to Homeland Security. Well, maybe. I’m sitting in my car at a stoplight on my way to work today and notice a decent looking gentleman in business attire crossing the street. As he walked toward the median beside my vehicle, he stopped and started poking around at the ground as if he was picking up litter. Then, what does he do? He picks up a cigarette butt and STARTS SMOKING IT.

Right there. In the median. Dude was smoking a dirty old cigarette butt from off the ground while standing in the downtown, busy road median.

What the…? And why was I the only one looking at that guy like he was completely out of his gourd? I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking something smells highly suspect here. Either that or I missed the memo discussing how picking-up-and-smoking-used-cigarettes-from-the-ground is acceptable behavior.

Hold on while I check my spam folder. Nope not there. Hmmmm…

Life just doesn’t get any more innocent than this:

… as Catholic Hubs not so innocently sneaks a few pics of me wearing a string bikini respectable swimwear. Now you know the reasoning behind the super soaker. Dude will not get away with this. At least not dry anyway.

… do NOT wake me up. Just leave me here listening to the live one-man-band beside the pool with my digital camera, tanning oil, beach towel, iPod Nano, novel and bottle of water. No computer issues are important enough to wake the IT Chick right now. Not a single one. Now just move along.