Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Watching for Falling Temperatures

It's official, at least for today. Fall has arrived!

Today we awoke to beautiful clear skies and crisp 60 degree weather. Gorgeous! And, of course, all three of my kids complaining that they'll need pants, sweaters and parkas. I sometimes wonder if we're even related.

I love it! I love it so much, I turned off my a/c and cracked open every window in the house.

Hello, Fall!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Not So Well

Today is not off to a great start.

For one, my girls got up before I did and decided to host a party in my room. I wasn't invited, and neither were they, but that didn't stop them. They are both the only morning people in the whole house and have obscene amounts of energy, even for the very young.

Following that I got a paper cut from our peanut butter jar. I didn't event think that was possible, but it must be, because it happened.

I got another gazillion bug bites walking the kids to school and now I've got errands to run, but because our new couch already has a rip in the cushion, sometime between 9am and 1pm today, I can expect the repair guru.

Plus, I haven't had coffee yet.

And, because it makes me laugh, enjoy my favorite space pilot cowboy, Alan Tudyk, in something crazy from Funny or Die

Monday, September 21, 2009

New Neighbors

So, what's the protocol with new neighbors?

We've got two now, and I'm probably more excited than I need to be. A new family moved in right next door to us last week, and this week the other vacant house beside us is getting a new couple as well. And, because I'm socially inept, I don't know what to do.

Do people still give out gifts to their neighbors?

My parents never did, but they weren't social people. Sure, my mom kept up with what was happening... via police scanner... so, yeah.

I don't want to come off as needy. Just because we live next door to them doesn't automatically make them my new BFFs. But, I don't want to be mean. When we moved in people were nice to us, the older lady across the street even baked us a cake.

Should I make a cake?

Oh man, it's like I've been living in a cave.

My husband suggested a nice bottle of wine, and then I immediately freaked out with, "what if they're teetotallers" and my husband came back at me with, "stop reading Little Women," and, yes we fought.

Maybe a plant? A card? A polite hello?

...

I'm never making friends.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

When I Grow Up

On the way to school this morning, the three kids and I were having a nice little chat about growing up. The downside of being a military family, is that we move a lot, so my son naturally wanted to know how long we'd be staying in Florida.

I told him that this was it; we were living here, probably until the Diva, the youngest, got finished with college.

"Where will we move after that?" he asked.

"Um... your dad and I might not move anywhere. I don't know where you and your sisters will be living."

...

"Once you're done with college, you're getting your own place," I informed him.

...

"Diva is going to live with me," the Artist proclaimed. "I'll take care of her and make her corn dogs."

"I want hot dogs," Diva piped in.

"Hot dogs," the Artist echoed.

"And fries."

"And fries," the Artist agreed.

...

So, it seems my son is planning on never leaving home, and my daughters are going to live together forever, and probably collect cats.

Excellent.

...

I forgot about the link of the week, and it's only week two. That bodes well.

Anyway, here's a little site I love and use to bore my friends with useless information.

Trivial Trivia

Don't laugh, I've won contests.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The Up Side

Even job loss has it's up side.

I'm really enjoying spending more time with my kids. The Diva and I are becoming of one mind, although I'm not sure yet if that is a good thing, or a bad thing. I'm getting a better grasp on what my two older kids are doing in school. And, bonus, we went to the pool today.

The Scientist staid home from school yesterday. I'm a horrible judge of when a child is faking, which, he was. All I know is the one time I pushed the issue and sent him to school, he threw up. Since then, I'm as plyable as play-doh.

I did have him watch the President, if only because I thought the arguements against this kind of, oh, I don't know, making our children resposnible for their own actions, were beyond absurd. It was short, and nothing he hadn't heard from his father and I before. The Artist watched it with her class, but I'm afraid, at six, it mostly went over her head.

I'm working on the second half of my life story, which I'm certain the not knowing is keeping people up at night. That was sarcasm. However, I also want to regularly, say on Wednesdays, put up a link to something I find on the web. I know! It's never been done before! That was also sarcasm.

So, I present: Kingdom of Loathing

It's a point-and-click, stick figure, turn based, well... adventure? I'm not sure how to describe it, but I've been playing for years and can't get enough.

Enjoy!

Monday, September 7, 2009

Green Beads

I have three children, I'm sure I've mentioned them before. My oldest, and only son, is the Scientist. My middle child, and oldest daughter, is the Artist. And that leaves the youngest girl, the Diva.

My ebola has cleared up, some, but Diva is still a little snotty-in-the-nose. While on a family outting yesterday, in a vain attempt to purchase even more furniture for the house that really does seem too big, we had this exchange:

"I need a tissue."

"I don't have any on me. When we get there we'll go to restroom and wipe your nose."

"I have green in my nose."

"I know, honey."

"It's green."

I sigh, the van finally stops, and I hop out to see what the fuss is about. Diva's nose is running, but it's definately not green (thank goodness).

"Tip your head up, let me see."

"No!"

"Let me see your nose."

Finally, she does, and I stare in mute horror.

"What?" my husband asks.

"Not green; bead. She has a bead in her nose!"

...

I guess it doesn't need saying that we did not go shopping, but instead went straight to urgent care.

The bead was not green. We'll be studying our colors this week.

Friday, September 4, 2009

One Fine Day

Well, I'm sick. I've got some kind of crappy cough, coupled with a headache and a runny nose. The paranoid side of me immediately jumps from common cold, to swine flu, to bubonic plague. The reasonable side just assumes it's ebola.

Also, I've already ruined a budding friendship with one neighbor, by 1) being too ditzy to figure out who was one the phone, and 2) being too sick to pick up the phone and give a reasonable excuse. I still feel like feet today, but I'm going to give her a call back and try and explain myself proper. I'm sure it will be a disaster. What can I say; it's a gift.

The only bright spot of this morning, and actually of the past few days, has been this video clip my friend April sent me.

Enjoy the awesomeness of Daughtry. Finally, I can understand the words to that damn song!