I likes me some electricity
Gosh, I sure am going to miss New England. Spring here is absolutely gorgeous, you know. Why, just this morning I awoke to the sounds of birds singing… and then peeked out the window to behold this wondrous tableau. I can’t believe I’m giving up all of this just to move south where this never happens.
Of course, I’m also really going to miss losing electricity for hours at a time. And snow days. Nothing warms my heart like being without electricity and heat but having two bored children here with me.
Yep, I really must love Otto to leave all of this behind. How can sunshine and the ability to drive out of your driveway without opening the garage by hand and plowing through the snow compare to THIS JOY? Clearly, he has talents I cannot discuss here. It’s the only explanation. read more…
Love unfolds
Tonight my children bounced off of one another and careened around the upstairs and generally behaved with good—if somewhat frenetic—cheer. When I flopped down onto my bed and asked if we would be reading tonight, Chickadee rushed to my side.
“No,” she said, putting her hand over our book (which was still sitting on my nightstand), “I don’t want to read tonight.”
“Really?” For my kids to say they don’t want to read is akin to declaring that they’re not in the mood for oxygen. It never happens. “Why don’t you want to read?”
“I would rather have some quality family time,” she replied, while I swallowed my tongue from the effort of not laughing. read more…
It’s only money
My levels of cheapskatery are legendary. It causes me pain to part with my money (“Ouch! My caution!”) and I would probably benefit from a 12-step program dedicated to admitting that I am powerless over my bank statements.
Barring any such program, do you know what’s the best way to get over your aversion to spending? That’s right! Getting married! Because anyone who tells you that getting married is about finding your one special someone and uniting with them in holy matrimony has NEVER GOTTEN MARRIED BEFORE. There’s no reason to do it UNLESS you’ve found that special someone, of course, but it’s really all about everything costing too much money. read more…
Back to normal(ish)
I think I am officially All Better now. No longer sick! No longer so tired that just remaining upright makes me weep! It’s all good.
It’s as though I awoke from a fog, looked around, and declared OH MY GOD I’M GETTING MARRIED IN JUST OVER A MONTH OH HOLY HELL WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS? (Answer: It may have been my idea. Back when Otto and I got back together, and I was all about living in the moment, what with my “Do not even do this unless you mean it this time, I’m SERIOUS” schtick.)
So I’ve got about a month to put together a wedding. At least I’m not doing anything else while I do that. HAHAHAHAHA! Lord, I’m having flashbacks to when I planned my first wedding, while still in grad school. I thought that was hard. read more…
Life with Don and Ringo
Matters of record, unrelated to what will follow:
The house is not yet sold.
I did mop the entire first floor this morning (with a fever, thankyouverymuch), so of course it appears that this afternoon’s showing no-showed.
The reason I did not volunteer the muffin recipe in the previous entry is because it involved a boxed mix. Hence my guilt resulting in from-scratch pizza later on. Now you know. read more…
Directions for a three-showing Saturday
Get up. Remind children not to touch anything. Encourage them to play on the computer, as that involves moving only a chair and a mouse.
Bake triple-berry muffins, because it makes the house smell good. (“Mmmmm, this house smells great. Let’s buy it!”) Feed muffins to children for breakfast. Argue with one boychild who would rather have a pop-tart than a freshly-baked muffin wherein the berries are—horrors!!—still identifiable. Try to reason with him. Try to cajole him. Dare him to taste the muffin. Lose temper and call him a freak. Tell him you told him so when he finally tries it and declares it good.
Shower. Get dressed. Have children get dressed. Make all the beds. Arrange all the towels just so. Go dry hair. Discover children messing up the towels. Yell. Catch yourself, stop yelling. Rearrange towels. read more…
I’ll try not to cough on the bandwagon
[Note: Today I am fever-free, and it is with renewed zeal that I have decided to LIIIIIIVE!
That renewed zeal was somewhat dampened by the phone call requesting a showing of my (germy, dirty) house this very afternoon, but I am verrrrry sloooowwwwwly dragging my pale shell of a self around and cleaning.]
Quite a few folks I adore are blogging about Stop Cyberbullying Day, and although I don’t think I have anything new or insightful to add, I will say this: There are people behind the shiny screen. Yes! Truly! Actual living, breathing people and not just a 2-dimensional aggravating internet floating around, disembodied. There are people out there, and they have feelings just like you do, and families and hopes and dreams and fears, and don’t be an asshole to them just because you can’t see their faces. The end.
Now. Go find a blogger who’s having a hard day and say something nice. And remember, if you don’t have anything nice to say, maybe you should shut your yap. (I say that with love in my heart, you know.)
I make my own entertainment
Pro: I’m not hungry, so I don’t have to cook/eat!
Con: The children still expect to be fed.
Pro: Less laundry, because I’ve been wearing the same clothes for three days.
Con: I probably don’t smell very good.
Pro: I’m able to sit up for ten or fifteen minutes at a time.
Con: That’s just enough time to obsess about all the work I’m not getting done.
Pro: The spam I got about “doing it camel style” made me laugh and laugh.
Con: Is there really such a thing as camel style? How does that… oh, nevermind.
Time to go back to bed.
My apologies to everyone I breathed on
I have the flu.
Know how I know? Because a nice doctor took a giant Q-tip and put it up my nose and swabbed my brain and said “Congratulations, you have the flu!” As I was hooked up to an IV and trying not to puke at the time I was perhaps not as excited as she would’ve liked. I don’t know.
I am too sick to be online but my laptop is here in my bed and even with a temperature of 104 it eventually gets boring to do nothing but sleep. But now that I’ve been sitting up for five minutes I have to go take a nap.
Back in a few days.
Nyquil, take me away
Guess what I brought home from New York City! Go on, GUESS!
If you guess a BIG ASS VIRUS CURRENTLY CHEWING UP MY LUNG TISSUE, you win a prize. Unfortunately for you, the prize is me coughing all over you. Sorry ’bout that.
When will I learn not to lick people on the subway? Honestly, you can’t take me ANYWHERE.