I'm smack-dab in the middle of a Busy Time with work, which is a good thing, and also it's PTA newsletter time again, so my life is completely fascinating right now, full of highly bloggable material like "today I sat at my computer and wrote stuff for eight hours, stopping only to tell the poor telemarketer from that company that rhymes with Horizon that if they called me one more time I was going to cancel my cellular service." But that's why you read me. Because my life is so much more thrilling than yours. Anyway, after a long day, the kids came home and I stopped working long enough to...
I know you'll all be really relieved to know that I've finally rolled over my 401k into my IRA. It's exciting news and I don't blame you for being riveted. (Hey, I even went poking around in my archives to see if I'd mentioned this before, and how far back it was. The bad news for you is that I found it, and really, OKAY, you get it, I've talked about my long lost 401k before, WHO CARES; but the good news is that that post also contains one of the greatest Monkey quotes EVER, so there's that.) The check came and I called Big Financial Institution (henceforth referred to as BFI) to make sure...
Oh! Hello! Didn't I used to blog every day? I think I did. Of course, that was B.B. (Before Bed.) I may be too busy sleeping, now, or just lounging around like the lady of leisure I hope to become. I haven't decided yet. In any event, thank you to everyone with celiac or kids with celiac or who know someone with celiac who've contributed such kind and informative suggestions to my last few posts. Going gluten-free is challenging enough without the melodramatic "The sky is falling! We can't have crackers! He's going to starve!" schtick. (And REALLY, that's just silly. Who was doing THAT? Oh....
Oddly enough, listening to me sing that this morning did not make Monkey any more amenable to the delicious gluten-free organic brown rice and twigs cereal I set before him. Which makes NO sense at all, because that is TOTALLY a catchy tune and should send people everywhere running for the organic grain-like food substitutes. Mmmmmm, wood pulp! It's what's for breakfast! Yesterday I went to the health food store and spent some quality time with a lovely young vegan who did a very nice job of squelching her urge to visibly recoil when I listed pop-tarts and Froot Loops amongst Monkey's...
I love my children. I love love love love my children. There is nothing my children could do that would make me stop loving them. No matter how digusting or gross my children sometimes are, I will never falter in my love for them. Much. I'm going to try to tell you this without gagging more than a few times. If you are squeamish, GO READ SOMETHING ELSE. I mean it. You've been warned. So. Um. Where to begin? At the beginning, I guess. My children can be somewhat forgetful. Chickadee often loses things. Monkey frequently forgets how to read. You know, the standard kids things. And lately,...
I fixed the shower wall that no one broke. That's right. You heard me. I. Fixed. It. I've always wanted to be a HANDY person. In reality, I'm just not all that handy. What I am is impatient and lazy. You know how when you put together chocolate and peanut butter, it's a great combination called a Reese's cup? When you put together impatient and lazy, it's a great combination we'll euphemistically call RESOURCEFUL. I am ALL KINDS of resourceful. You betcha. The children have been showering in my bathroom, and it's been a great reminder for me about why I feel that a master bathroom is my...
I am a logical person, except when I am not. Obviously. What? I had a moment on the phone with Otto tonight where I stepped outside myself and listened to whatever it was I was nattering on about and felt a pang of sympathy for him. The words, good lord, the SHEER VOLUME OF WORDS, and most often about NOTHING AT ALL. It's like I'm my own personal Seinfeld show, minus the funny. Also minus the shirts tucked in, and running shoes. I do things that make me insane and then I make Otto listen to it and you read about it. You ALL must be very bored. I buy a 6-pack of children's toothbrushes...
It's time to reveal all about the weekend wrap-up, but first I simply must share that the high and low points of my day came in rapid succession this evening. I swung through a complete spectrum of emotion, and am still feeling a bit off-balance. First: I have a toothearache. Either I have an earache that is also affecting my jaw, or I have a toothache which is referring pain to my ear. I cannot tell which. But it is making me fairly miserable. Bah. Second: It arrived last week, and I finally tested out my replacement robot. In spite of my throbbing ear/jaw, watching this thing zip around my...
I am home! Again! Jiggedy jig, or something. (Clearly I am thrilled to be back.) You know, they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I say that absence makes for a pretty fantastic weekend here and there, but the rest of the time it still just pretty much sucks. My version isn't as pithy, but it's more true. Many exciting, harrowing, and thrilling things happened this weekend. I thought it would be fun to share some of the highlights and maybe make up a thing or two, in the process, to encourage reader participation. Your job is to read on and determine which of these things...
