Girl, I’m Gonna Miss You
Kathy from Use Your Words says goodbye.
Stop by and and wish her well.
That’s Amore!
Signs that you are secure in your marriage:
- While carrying on a conversation with your mother in law, your husband walks out to the lanai and you gaze admiringly, knowing that as soon as the kids are in bed tonight you plan to “hit that”.
- While doing laundry, you lift your shirt jokingly to show off your “muffin top” to your husband and he asks to take a bite.
- You send him to the store to get a special kind of light bulb for a special lamp you just bought (and will be returning) and he brings home an assortment of bulbs; none of which fit the lamp; but hey, at least he tried.
- You encourage him in his quest to dumpster dive for plywood at a building site for our attic. You also encourage him to get anything else that is scrap (i.e: not nailed down) from the site…including pavers, if possible.
I love that man.
Some Points to Ponder About My Day
- Why do Wholesale Clubs have their little taste-testings in the center of the aisle?
- And why does everyone have to just STOP in the aisle instead of taking one and moving along?
- Why does food cost so darn much?
- Besides the fact that Thanksgiving is in Thursday, why did everyone decide to shop for food TODAY?!?
- After falling over (almost!) in front of guests last night due to sheer exhaustion, I got a pretty decent night’s sleep. Why then, am I exhausted still?
- What is it about Super Mario that makes my kids want to disappear for hours on end and only come out for drinks and sustenance?
- What is it about a burger cooked on a grill in your backyard that is just a little slice of heaven?
- What is it about a letter that reminds you of your own family, and yet feel angry for someone else?
- The Hubby is working on something really amazing. Words can not express how psyched and proud of him I am. Why can’t I share it with you? Top Secret….for now.
- What is it about a 4 year-old’s singing voice singing made up songs that just turns one’s heart to mush?
- What is it about lists anyway?
- What was your day like?
Go Here While I Regroup
Help her harass Delta.
Thank You.
Because I Needed a Laugh
Um….
Gay animals outed at Norwegian museum
Really? I had no idea that this could be an issue.
I guess my point is; who cares?
Why would anyone want to out an animal anyway?
The title made me laugh though.
I hope it did for you too.
Out of the Frying Pan, and Into the Fire
So today was the day (of the rest of my year).
I am currently subbing in a class with some great kids. And it looks like I will be there at least until the end of 2006 – Christmas break. I’m standing in for a Teaching Assistant, but today I became the teacher, since she was out sick.
Hoo boy.
Wow. Where to start? If you are reading this, and you are a teacher, I can’t stress the importance of lesson plans and the map to find things that will be of help. Flying blind kind of sucks. We actually navigated okay, but if they were supposed to do more work than they did today..well..whoops is all I can say to that.
Truthfully, the day went rather well, and everyone made it out okay. I’m in an EMH classroom, which by itself is challenging. The kids are great though, and we all seem to understand each other. So it was a good day, but taking the reins so soon kinda freaked me out inside a bit.
I did fine though. Now I just need to relax and regroup. Tomorrow is another day.
What Is It About Boys and Following Directions?
Not in a good mood tonight. That happens when my eldest spills an entire filled cup of milk on my carpet.
I’m tired.
I’m cranky.
I’m going to bed.
‘Night….
Shooting Blanks for Jesus
Queen of Spain had an post this morning that caught my attention.
Then again, the laundry, the mulching, and the cleaning of the house also caught my attention too. I’m all over the place like that. Mondays have that effect on me.
But this article gave me pause. Then this question came into my head:
What happens to these parents who are doing this to insure a political vote for their favored candidate have children that don’t register to vote; or rebel and become atheists as a statement to their parents for their ideology?
Kind of throws a wrench in the works, as children are wont to do, doesn’t it?
My question comes from this part of the article:
A home-schooling mother of nine on the 2,700-family-strong online forum Quiverfull Digest (www.quiverfull.com) responded in irritation to Brooks’s misunderstanding of the movement’s aims. Raising a large family, she replied, was itself her “battle station,” as deliberately political an act as canvassing for conservative candidates, not to mention part of a long-term plan to win the culture war “demographically.”
I’m all for having children, and if you want lots of them, more power to you; but that also means that you need to raise ‘em, and I hope that when the raising of them takes place, the ultimate goal is to raise them to want peace in the world for everyone, not just peace the way you think it should be. Stuff like this article scares me, simply because it looks good because it speaks to families and values that people think they can get behind; but scratch the surface and you find something scarier lurking beneath that makes an entire group of people feel that they are part of a “war” and they need to build an “army” to get the word out. I’m not seeing how peace and acceptance play into any of that.
(I am, however, seeing quite a run-on sentence. Yay me and my writing skills!)
Not to mention, these parents who are having these children in order to start a “New World Order” have obviously forgotten their own childhoods, where they may have bucked against the system that their parents had provided and felt was best for them. They have to know, deep down inside, it’s only a matter of time before their “little arrows” miss the mark they have set up for them and hit a different bullseye; a bullseye that they may not want their child to hit.
Then what?
I’m not very good at archery anyway. It’s best to stand well back when I’m up. You might end up with an arrow in your butt, and that wouldn’t be very nice now, would it?
As The Weekend Chaos Dwindles Down
Ah, Sunday….how I love thee…
This Sunday, however, we are breaking tradition and not meeting with family except our ownselves. A dinner will be made, at some point today, but only for us. Housework might get done, but I wouldn’t bet the farm on it.
Why, you ask? Well, I’m still in my pajamas. I plan to stay in them all day. ALL DAY.
I’ve started a load of laundry, and I’ve watched Clean House for motivation for Monday, when I have to clean Scamp’s room. Again. I think I’m going to institute the “Library Method” of having toys in his room; I’m going to gut it of toys and then, if he wants to play with a toy, he has to check it out and can’t get another one until he returns the one he first borrowed.
Then again, I’m sure it will be as effective as the “Law of GameCube” freshly minted that states Spiff only gets 4 hours of GameCube time on the weekend.
He’s on Hour Five right now.
An Aside: Neicy? Can you venture outside of Los Angeles and, say, go to Orlando? If so, I have a house that could use your help….
She’s Done Gone Lost Her Mind (The Opera)
I have finally snapped. I’m selling his GameCube.
Apparently I need a reservation to access my own computer, and I get a floor show, complete with temper tantrum from Scamp just by asking if I can log on and post to my blog.
In just the few minutes I have typed these words, I have endured a floor show of screaming, and a boatload of “It’s not FAIR!”‘s. When that stopped, I got little faces popping in here every ten seconds or so to check on my progress. I then get a super secret showing of “Whining In Another Room Loud Enough So You Can Hear Me” followed by “I’m Really Just Your Slave, Since I Always Have To Clean Up”.
I can’t wait until Act Two, which begins with the ever popular “Please Let My Friend Spend the Night Even Though I’ve Treated You Horribly” and ends with “Parents: They’re Not as Amusing as Video Games”.
My favorite is the encore of “We’ll Do Anything, Just Don’t Throw Away The GameCube”; ending with “I’m Sorry, Mom, You’re Really Not That Mean”.
That’s my favorite part. I bet it was my mom’s too.
P.S. Soundtrack is available on NaBloPoMo Participant Records.
