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."
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"Once you're done with college, you're getting your own place," I informed him.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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!
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!
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