First off, for those of you reading via RSS, I apologize for the weird things that are happening with my feed these last few days. HELLO, PEOPLE READING AT BITACLE.ORG! SAY HELLO TO THE NICE BITACLE PEOPLE AND BE SURE TO THANK THEM FOR STEALING MY CONTENT LIKE THE BOTTOM-FEEDERS THEY ARE! THEN GO VISIT STOPBITACLE.ORG! SMOOCHES! So, yeah. I am still trying to figure out what to do about this. I had changed to full feed so that I could have a copyright notice appended to my posts, but then I thought "Why am I giving these asshats my entire posts when I could, at the least, limit them to just...
Today was a pretty dull day, though that was (as you might imagine) a welcome change after yesterday. Oh, sure---at one point this afternoon, my internet died. That was exciting for a few minutes, as my life flashed before my eyes. (Insert slow-motion realization that I've lost connectivity---and the slow, anguished "Nooooooooooooo!" that came with it---here.) Being left without a connection to the outside world forced me to take up my vacuum and CLEAN in the middle of the afternoon, so it all worked out okay. And the crockpot was going all day, so it certainly smelled good in here. Crockpot...
Hey, I finally remembered that Love Thursday is coming up, but I'll get to that tomorrow. Right now, we have to deal with Wednesday. Wednesday, known in some circles as Hump Day, but known 'round here as the day I realized this cold isn't going down without a fight. Joshilyn called me on the phone today and I said "SQUEEEEEE YOU ARE PRETTY AND OH MY GOD I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH HOW ARE YOU!" and she said "Were you sleeping? You sound awful." So. While I go drown my sorrows in Nyquil, two things to hold you over until I cough up (get it? COUGH up?) the Love Thursday entry: 1) Did you not...
Wow! Given the frenzy of responses to my last post, I feel the need to provide a handy summary of lessons learned: 1) I should not post while crabby. 2) There are no shortcuts. 3) You all are just as tired and stressed as I am. 4) Liquor is the answer. Seriously, in my Nyquil-enhanced funk, last night, I was sure that someone would give me a fabulous idea or trick which would cause me to smack my forehead and declare "OF COURSE!" I cannot decide if I am disappointed or relieved to know that there's no magic bullet. Well, short of disposing of the children. And I sort of like the children....
I'm an excellent hostess. Pull up a box of kleenex and sit down. Remember when I said maybe I was getting sick? Dude. I'm PSYCHIC. (Or was that psychotic? I can never keep those two straight.) Or perhaps I had a little tickle in the back of my throat, even then. But I prefer to believe I'm psychic, as that's a better counterpoint to a runny nose. Stupid cold weather. I cry uncle! I give up! I turned on my heat today. If I'm going to get a cold every couple of weeks, at least I want to be able to feel my toes inside my slippers. Anyway. I woke up sick today, but yesterday I was still laboring...
So, um, it's not that I don't want to leave you all to really enjoy that guest post by Otto, below, but I thought I'd pop my head out from this mess on my desk and point out a couple of news items, as well. (Hey, just be glad I'm not making you read the PTA newsletter, clipart and all.) First: The Ty's Toy Box Blog is running again, so if you're somehow not getting enough of me OR if you have kids and want to stay abreast of relevant television and toy news, you might want to come hang out with me over there. It's News You Can Use! Well, it's Beast Boy doing karaoke, today, but whatever....
Your pretty Mir is busy. Deal with it. She is very good at many things. She is an excellent mom. She is a fine cook. She has a wonderfully wry sense of humor. She is occasionally frighteningly bad at Scrabble, but that’s another post entirely. She is fiercely independent, almost to a fault. You fine readers, you know she’s had a rough couple of weeks. The start of the school year was supposed to allow her to get back to a “normal†schedule – get the kidlets up and off to school, then write furiously until mid-afternoon and be able to spend the latter part of the day with them....
Today was rainy and grey and gross and so I decided we should take a trip to the happiest place on earth. No, not Disney. (Have you ever BEEN to Disneyworld? Or for that matter, Disneyland, which is where I spent my pseudo-honeymoon (that's another tale entirely) and where I encountered a whole lot of hot, impatient, and generally obnoxious people? Disney is not a happy place. It's a place where people paid a lot of money to stand in line all day and eat overpriced food.) We went to Target. Obviously. Normally, I have a whole routine at Target that's based upon cruising the endcaps for...
I had an appointment---a meeting, you might say---to have coffee with a friend this morning. I had put it into my handheld and everything. Both of us have been too busy and I was REALLY looking forward to seeing her for an hour. (You know where this is going, right?) Why, I often get up and get the kids off to school and sit down and work for a while and don't even bother showering until noon or so. But today I had PLANS so I hopped out of bed at some ungodly hour when it was freezing cold in here (okay; I finally caved and turned the heat on, today) and took a shower so that I could go have...
