This past week was Spring Break, here in the land of Start School Halfway Through The Summer And Then Finish When Everyone Else Still Has A Month To Go, and that of course meant that the kids went off to visit their dad while Otto and I spent the week in Bacchanalian revelry and various states of undress. That's a total lie, of course. The closest we got to a bacchanal was a little wine-and-cheese gathering we had for some colleagues, wherein I tried my hand at a baked Brie thing with candied walnuts and we all ended up face-down in the cheese plate. (Also: When the kids called the next...
The Olympics are pretty exciting stuff, right? Our whole family got pretty jazzed at the prospect of nights spent watching together, seeing the spirit of cooperation and competition, international goodwill, the whole shebang. Now, it's our family tradition to watch a recorded episode of Mythbusters on Friday nights while we eat dinner. The rest of the week, we eat at the table like semi-civilized humans, so this is a big treat for the kids, to eat in front of the TV. Last Friday night, we were all "Okay! Tonight we watch the Olympics opening ceremonies instead!" And we were all buzzing with...
When I was in middle school, there was a boy I sat near. I always knew where he was and what he was doing and---perhaps most importantly---what grades he'd gotten on any recent tests. I've always been attracted to brainy types, you see, and that JERK not only got nearly perfect grades, he used to GLOAT about them. "I beat you. AGAIN," he used to say to me, even if his score was only a single point higher than mine. "Shut up," I'd mutter, stuffing my test into my backpack and giving him a look intended to melt his face off. He often brought up things or asked questions in class that even the...
Our patriotism and sportmanship, let me show you it: Women's 4x100m relay swimming event = Sobbing child insisting he has already WATCHED the Olympics, can we STOP now? Men's Beach Volleyball = That looks itchy. Men's Water Polo = What are they doing? Where's the ball? Is there a ball? I'm bored. Men's 56kg Weightlifting = Awesome! Little men scowling at big heavy things!
My husband and my Kira just left for the airport, and try though I did to come up with some sort of viable diversion ("Um, someone stole both of our cars! And there is only one flight from Atlanta to Denver each month so I guess that's that!"), in the end Kira opted to return home to her family rather than staying here with me forever. That bitch. I love her to pieces. Just in case that wasn't clear. You know, because I am so shy and hesitant to share my feelings. I do think Otto is a little relieved that the rampant and random declarations of love are going to cease. For some weird reason...
Well, it's been a pretty wild weekend. Otto returns later today, and I still have some cleaning to do before he does. For example, I need to clear a path to the office, so that the DSL guys can come hook me up this afternoon. Also, I need to hide the cookies. Oh! Wait---I already ate the cookies. Well, then! One less thing to do. Honestly, I had big plans for my weekend, what with the BEING ALL ALONE for two whole days, but in the end I remained the uneventful bore that I am. The only difference, really, was that without Otto here, I was free to watch as many stupid programs on TLC as I...
So yesterday I told you all about the last round of presents with the kids---the rest of their Christmas presents, and Monkey's birthday presents, which should be enough presentage (totally a word) to hold us for many months. That, combined with having the kids back home again, should've rendered Saturday the perfect day. But none of that was what I was REALLY looking forward to. No. I mean, it was good to finally have the kids home, and all, but the part I was excited about was not that first night home and the cake and the presents. Sunday morning we had pancakes. No, that's not the...
(Hey, I'm so glad that no one else had an opinion on that last post. Heh. Y'all are pretty.) This morning was one of those times when I actually had to choke back a sob when when the alarm went off, because it felt like I'd JUST gone to bed. This week has been overwhelming with too much work, too many places the kids need to go, too little time to sit and talk to my husband, too many late nights doing absolutely nothing you'd want to stay up late doing. And the thing is, I think I've done pretty well, here. I've weathered a new marriage, new home, new town, new state, new school for the...
Before I delve into recent events here at home, I feel the need to pay a bit of attention to my neglected television category. (Otto allows me to cheat on him periodically with a few select shows... he's progressive, that way.) In all seriousness: I may end up addicted to Thank God You're Here, which is filling the empty space in my heart where Whose Line Is It Anyway? went before I'd finally seen every single episode several times. Dave Foley might even be funnier than Drew Carey. With great glee: You know I've had issues---annoying, continuing issues---with my cable service here. So,...
