So if you had the WHOLE DAY to go do absolutely anything you wanted to WITHOUT CHILDREN, what would you do? If you were me and Otto, you'd (finally!) go over to Pier 1 with that $25 gift card the realtor gave us in June and promptly fall in love with the most expensive dining room table and chairs in the place. (It costs... slightly more than $25.) (And by "slightly" I of course mean HOLY HELL, BACK AWAY FROM THE LEATHER CHAIRS WHILST YOU OWN TWO HOUSES, CRAZYHEADS.) The rest of the day was sort of a wash, after that. We had to use the rest of the afternoon to ponder whether we're stupid...
Otto and I once vowed to go out to breakfast together once a week, but we did it a few times and then his car got hit and we got busy and we've just not managed to keep it up. This morning, though, as I sat at my desk, fantasizing about going back to bed, Otto announced that we were going to breakfast. He lured me in with promises of hot coffee and stone-ground grits, so really, I had no choice. Work? Work, schmerk! It would still be here when I got back! (It was, too. Plenty of people hire ghostwriters... maybe I could hire someone to just take care of my more annoying assignments while I'm...
As long-time readers already know---mostly because I have yammered about it for months and will not SHUT UP ALREADY---one of the things that drew us to this house is the fact that it has an enormous deck complete with a gazebo. Now that it is no longer 110 degrees every day, we spend a lot of time out there. One of our first new-home purchases was a table that fits neatly inside the gazebo so that we can dine in the shade and look for lizards. Because we are a high class establishment. A few weeks ago while we ate dinner out there, I noticed that one of the support posts was looking a...
On Saturday, Monkey burst into our room bright and early to let us know that his tooth hadn't yet fallen out---this being the one next to the one he lost last week, which was flopping all crooked and gross yet refusing to let go---and later we tromped off to the fields for a morning of soccer. Once again, it was gripping, cut-throat competition, with our team ultimately reigning triumphant. And by that I mean that the mom who brought snack had oranges AND Cheez-Its AND granola bars. I think we won the game, too. I'm not sure. Monkey spent a lot of time acting surprised whenever he was called...
Wow, I knew I was weird, but I had no idea that yesterday's post would be so confusing to so many people. Sorry about that. I just tossed it up there as a little random thing (it was on my mind because we'd just done vocab quizzing before the kids left for school) and came back later to a nearly-unanimous chorus of "Huh??"s. Whoops! [The point of The Puppy Test is that if the target word in your sentence can easily be replaced by any number of other---unrelated---words, that means it's not a good sentence to show that you know what it means. We like puppies, so we use that as our test word,...
Lately, by the time I get to Friday, I'm lucky if I can still speak in complete sentences. I pack the kids off to school and return home to curl up with my laptop, and after a while I discover that I've been sipping my tea and staring at my wall for upwards of half an hour, and AMAZINGLY ENOUGH, my work is not doing itself. Go figure. But after a week of school and work and activities and doctors' appointments and paying bills and grocery shopping and whatever else it is that I end up doing between the hours of 6:00 am and midnight every damn day, by Friday I am just tapped out. This is also...
Last night in bed (oh, how my husband's throat must close up to see me starting a sentence on my blog that way, it makes me giggle) I grabbed Otto and insisted there was a SNAKE! SNAKE IN THE BED! And he did not seem to find it all that amusing. I cannot imagine why. Because I thought it was completely hilarious. I plan to preface all important announcements this way from now on. Just because I think it's a snappy way to get someone's attention. He got me back this morning, though. Oh yes he did. Not only did I have to rise at the buttcrack of dawn and get the kids ready for school, after...
Wow, you people have a lot to say about corn. And eggs! Yes, I agree that my eggs didn't peel well because they were too fresh. I actually KNOW that you're supposed to let them rest in the fridge for a week or so before you boil them (and I love that, because what's the alternative? You put them to work scrubbing the inside of the fridge? You throw a wild egg party where they overexert themselves?), but that would require knowing an entire week in advance that I want to make deviled eggs. I cannot commit to that sort of advance planning. Thanks for all the corn recipes, though. I have...
I used to think of myself as clumsy and disorganized, but I have since decided that I simply lack an enzyme or something required for proper remembering. I think it's genetic. And I'm pretty sure I've passed this along to my children. Poor things. Some of their antics I just can't understand, no matter how hard they try to convince me that they "just forgot" to put this or that away. I mean, Chickadee's Tae Kwon Do bag holds all of her sparring gear as well as her uniforms and perhaps a small farm animal or two (based on both the smell and the size of it); my point is, it is a VERY LARGE...
