Tuesday

We spent most of yesterday out and about -- Children's Museum, library, thrift store, bookstore, and a few others.

After we left the Children's Museum, Sass said, "Why do we always have to leave so earrrrrly?" (read the whine into that) My response? "Honey, we've been here for three hours and they're closing. Unless you want to sleep in that clogged artery display tonight, you need to scoot your booty toward the door."

Today the plan is to stay home. We found a cool Labyrinth game at the thrift store yesterday, plus we rented a game for the Wii and bought a game for the DS.

We will spend the day balancing marbles, swordfighting, and solving a mystery. And making blueberry cobbler.

Loneliness

I don't often write about serious subjects. Mostly this blog is here to help me remember the silly things my children do or just to serve as a journal of things that go on in our lives. But this last week was emotionally draining for me, and I feel that it's important enough to share.

An acquaintance from church is going through a divorce. Not just a divorce, but leaving a marriage that has been crumbling for years, trying to keep her children safe and their spirits intact. This woman's entire family is active in church, looked upon as being one of the pillars of the church. And yet, no one knew that their marriage was in shambles and had been for years.

This woman -- let's call her Lady -- called my friend Brenda not long ago to tell her the story and ask for help. The help she needs is truly bigger than one person can handle, and Brenda asked Lady if she recruit me to help as well. Brenda and I went to Lady's house last week to begin, and in beginning Lady needed to tell her story. We just stood and listened because it was what she needed. Several times in the telling, she said, "I can't believe that no one noticed that anything was wrong. Someone should have noticed." And she's absolutely right.

Skeeter and I were friendly with Lady and her husband, although neither of us could truly say that we were "friends." Personally, I was a little intimidated by her. We did notice that Lady had stopped attending church regularly. Others even commented on it to us, mentioning that it might have had something to do with illness. We now know that it didn't. Skeeter and I both feel terrible about it because we could have done something to help so much sooner, if we had only looked closer or taken a more-than-superficial moment with her.

Just this week my friend Julie wrote an excellent post on this very subject, which in itself is interesting, as I didn't know she was reading the book she referenced, and she had no idea about Lady. While Lady's troubles may be more severe than some others, obviously, her situation is not uncommon. These feelings of isolation are probably more widespread than I ever realized, and I believe that to be true with or without the context of the church.

People want to know that they can call someone at 2 am for help and have an understanding voice on the line.

People want to be asked how they're doing and have the person actually care what the response is.

People want to be invited into someone's home because they are wanted and welcomed there, not because it's an obligation.

We as a society need to be willing to step outside of our comfort zones to show love and caring to others. But at the same time, a person who needs that help must be willing to let down the barriers and ask for it, and that is not an easy task.

As difficult and draining as the last week has been, it has given me a new perspective on the church, on interpersonal relationships, on the responsibility we have to each other.

I feel as if I was given a pop quiz and failed dismally. I will be making a more concerted effort to never be found so lacking again.

Whee!

Sass the Renamer has struck again. She has started calling our Wii by another name -- the Whee! And as usual, her new name is both amusing and appropriate.

Oh heavenly day

Take note of the 113 degree heat index. I feel every bit of it.

And the winner is . . .

Commenter #5, Tara!

The decision making process was done with considerably less fanfare than the last time, as it was far too hot to be outside for any length of time. This time it was done by Ye Olde random.org, quite a handy-dandy service.

Tara, email me with your address, and I'll send the book out, pronto!

And from this corner

A whole lot of nothing. Temperatures that are 100+ will do that to a gal. And her urchins. The "stay at home" part of Stay At Home Mom is certainly true lately. We've been mostly avoiding any reason for going out, and that perfectly fine with us.

Our last daytime outing was Friday, when we braved Chuck E Cheese with Brenda, her children, and an extra friend. And oh yes, we were the people in line who had so many coupons that we had to split them into two transactions. And completely annoyed the people in line behind us.

We did manage a trip to the Y last night, to swim in the indoor pools. Yes, the urchins feel that it's even to hot to swim outside. That's bad, yes?

So what have we been doing? Cleaning out Sass' room (a major undertaking). Next is Spyder's room (even more of an undertaking). Sass' room is easier, but Spyder's is more fun. You never know what you'll come across. Plus, I think it's a riot that we can be putting books into the bookshelves at one moment, then it turns into a history or literature lesson because one or the other gets interested in a book.

But today, we're making an afternoon of movie watching.

Summer Reading

I'm normally quite a voracious reader, but lately I just haven't been reading as much as I normally do. I actually just finished a book that Julie gave me while we were on vacation. That was in late May, and I'm just now finishing two months later. I think that's some kind of record.

The book I just read was By Bread Alone by Sarah-Kate Lynch. Quite a good read, although probably not something I would have chosen for myself. And in celebration of finishing -- tada -- a giveaway! Plus, it's a sneaky way for me to find more book recommendations.

Update: Apparently I wasn't clear that I'm giving away By Bread Alone. Whoops! This is what I get when I write with the urchins interrupting constantly.

Have you read any good books lately? Just leave a comment on this post about the best book you read this summer. Comments will be open until Wednesday, July 30, 11:59 pm CST. Winner will be chosen randomly and posted on Thursday.

So speak up and share the book love!

Best email I've received lately

This email from a friend had me laughing out loud. I need one of those shirts too.

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The three of us (kids and myself) are driving down the road yesterday, on our way home from the grocery store. [Little Sister] is screaming, hollering, snatching toys, throwing stuff, etc. I gave her "the look" and said "Do you want me to pull this truck over and come back there.. you are acting UGLY!" - to which she started crying, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy..!!" (That's her thing, to cry for the other parent when one is getting her into trouble.)

[Big Brother] didn't miss a beat, he just looked at her seriously and said "Daddy is not going to protect you from the wrath of Momma."

I informed him I wanted that printed on a t-shirt...

A promise is a promise

I promised myself that I would write something today. And I am, despite that I am exhausted and would really rather not.

LAWZY DAY it is hot. So hot that it actually interferes with our plans.

Skeeter's employer hosted a "family day" at the local baseball park. Excellent park, normally tons o' fun. Today we went to the game and the urchins were ready to leave within, oh, three minutes. If that. So we did, although we did wait about 30 minutes.

Last year's family day was a blast, but it was in late September. Please make a note, oh Ye Family Day Planners. July is not a good time for outdoor fun. Hello, people who live in the south. Why do I need to remind you of this?

The one reason I am not absolutely livid about the whole experience is because on our way out I saw a friend from my days at the comedy club. For some strange reason I think about her relatively often, and I had always wondered where she was. She was going through some tough times when I moved away, and I never knew how things turned out for her. I'm glad to know she's doing really well, married, child, all that. She looked happy.

I had promised the urchins that we could go to the bookstore, which is just about their favorite place in the world, aside from the children's museum and Brenda's house. I had emailed Yvette about possibly meeting us there, and she could! Awesome! It was a fun time, despite that my children were behaving like the rotten little urchins I always accuse them of being. Seriously, they're pretty good normally. They know the rules and they are good about not testing the boundaries. You'd think that they assumed meeting new people meant that all of the rules didn't apply. Uh, no.

But -- awesomeness! -- I got to play bookstore employee when her oldest daughter was choosing an audio book. I love that! I stopped before I went into full-on bookstore self, but on the drive home I was making a list of books to recommend. But I'm sure everyone does that. Right?

Well, I suppose that wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. I think beginning is the hardest part.

Skateland

The urchins have discovered the joy that is rollerskating.

Ohhelpmeplease.

The first experience (which I oh-so-wrongly thought was no big deal) was in June, at the kickoff party for Vacation Bible School. It was a private party, and even at that the drama began. Some girl (he didn't know her) had a friend tell him that she "liked him." It was a short-lived romance, as he hasn't seen her since.

Oh lawzy.

I should have known then. Perhaps I did, and I chose to ignore it.

The urchins decided that skating was a fantastic time, and we've been twice since that fateful first. Last time we invited friends along, and the children mostly stayed in their own little group. We invited friends this time, but they had relatives stop in at the last minute, so the urchins were on their own for this trip.

Spyder is a friendly little cuss. Sass is too, but Spyder is fearless. He can (and will) talk to just about anyone. (Shhhh ... I think he gets that from his mama.) Anyway, he somehow managed to play a game of air hockey with a girl, probably a little younger than he is. They had a fun game, and at the end of the game the little girl skated over to him and said

You'recuteandIthinkyou'rethefunnestboyever.

At least, I'm pretty sure that's what she said. She didn't put any spaces between her words either. And then she skated off. I'm pretty sure he had no clue what she said, since he called after her, "Good game, but I won!"

Doesn't that kind of sportsmanship make you just swell with pride?

Let me tell you, that little exchange created a little time warp for me. All of those long-forgotten skating memories of my youth came rushing back. And it absolutely cemented my decision never to just drop them off at the skating rink.

Just do it

I've gotten out of the blogging groove. I find that I'm prone to it when my schedule is off. And it's been seriously off.

So I think the only thing left to do is admit it and move on. So there it is.

The weekend was good, and surprisingly busy considering that we had been on the go for a solid week. Spyder declared that Sunday was the Best Day Ever, but I think that's because it ended with fishing at the pond. He still hasn't caught a thing -- ever -- but he has fun baiting and casting.

Yesterday was a complete at-home day, resting and catching up on chores. The midday temperatures have reached the "severe" stage, so it's better for us to do indoor activities anyway. Spyder is working on a Nancy Drew game, The White Wolf of Icicle Creek, so he's happy to stay home and inside. Sass is perfectly happy playing with her stuffed animals or helping me in the kitchen (yesterday - chicken salad; today - rice krispies), so it was a win-win situation.

Today I think we'll go out for something though, even if it's just the library. I have books that are due anyway, and I need to report Spyder's lost book.

And then tonight, I'm planning to talk Skeeter into roller skating.

To the people who drive a lot

I feel your pain.

I normally don't drive very much. That's one of the good things about being a stay at home mom. We make the schedule and we decide how much we want to be out.

We live in a relatively small suburb of a Big City, at least in area. It takes nearly an hour to drive to the opposite end of the metro area. Any trip into Big City takes at least 20 minutes each way. But really, I don't have the need to do that often. The bank and library are a block from our house, easily within walking distance. The grocery store is about 4 blocks away; the post office is also 4 blocks away in the opposite direction. They are on a very busy main street and aren't walking-friendly, but at 4 blocks, it doesn't bother me so much. And if I need more than those few usual places, almost anything is available within a three mile, seven minute drive.

I am spoiled.

This week Spyder is at scout camp. The camp is 24 miles from our house, and I've been making the trip twice a day. The time doesn't bother me very much. We chat or listen to books or music. But the gas? It is killing me.

On a normal week, I usually spend about $35 on gas. I have a small car. The combination of small car and not driving much means that I seldom use even one full tank of gas in a week.

This week though, I've spent $120. So far.

I'm glad Spyder is having a great time at the camp. The budget isn't enjoying it one little bit.

Shirley

My children have become infatuated with Shirley Temple movies lately. Captain January is their favorite, and it's not unusual to hear them singing this song in the back seat when we're driving around.

"Paying for your raising"

That's a popular phrase around here, meaning that you as a parent will have to deal with all of the stupid and/or annoying stuff that you did as a child.

How true; how true it is.

Spyder is a reader. He always has his nose in a book, and on any car ride, he has a minimum of three books in his backpack "just in case." I was a reader like that too, although I usually limited myself to one book at a time.

Every time someone we don't know (or don't know well) sees Spyder reading, I always hear a comment like "It's so great that he likes to read." And it is. I love being able to read with him and discuss our views. I really love it. Most of the time.

When do I not love it?

I do not love it when I tell him to get in the shower, and 10 minutes later I find him sitting on the (completely dry) floor of the shower -- reading!

I do not love it when I ask him to clean his room (usually meaning "get the books back to the bookshelf") and I find him on the floor in a pile of books -- reading!

I do not love it when I ask him to go outside to clean and refill the dogs' water dish and I find him sitting on the swing -- reading!

And yet, I think my parents probably dealt with the same thing. We had a rule of "no reading at the dinner table." That's the only rule about books that I specifically remember, but it probably tells the story. I'd be willing to bet that I was just as bad as Spyder.

I need to call my parents and apologize.

Super Whine

Sass loves to start her morning with Curious George and Clifford. They are her favorites, so she thinks it's absolutely blissful when she can start the day with them.

Super Why comes on just after. She used to watch that sometimes as well, but lately the theme music elicits an "Uuuuuugh! Why does this have to be on!?!" and she turns it off.

Obviously, turning off the television doesn't bother me at all, but I have been wondering why she no longer likes it. This morning I decided to ask.

ME: So why don't you want to watch Super Why any more?

SASS: They always tell me to do stuff for them! "Put your hands together like a fish. Run. Jump." {scoff} They can do all of that themselves!

Now I get it. She just sees those kids as a bunch of needy little bastards.

My mama, or why I should never put my phone on silent

Apparently my mom had been trying to get in touch with me since yesterday. I got an email from my sister Lisa this morning. The subject line was "Hey! Mom's worried about you!"

I had put my phone on silent. I do that sometimes when I'm out because I don't necessarily want to be disturbed, but some people rely on the missed call rather than leaving a message. (Brenda! Mom!) (And let it be known that my mom didn't leave a message!) So anyway, I had forgotten that I had it on silent, and I didn't move it back to the usual ring.

Mom had also tried Skeeter's (completely abandoned) personal phone, which has been dead for months. Then she started getting worried. So Mom called Lisa to find out where I was, speculating whether I was dead in the street if I just hadn't paid the bill. Dead or deadbeat, I suppose.

Lisa emailed me. I didn't respond right away because I wasn't at the computer. When I did get the message not long afterward, I also had an email from The Michael. Later I found out that when I hadn't responded, Mom decided that Lisa should call The Michael to see if he knew whether I was still alive. (I was, obviously, although I hadn't talked to him either.)

By the time I did call Mom, she was in a bit of a panic, which I found incredibly amusing since I had been "missing" for all of 13 hours.

And why had she been trying to call me? To remind me it was my grandmother's birthday, which I did completely forget. Oops.

"I'm imagining."

That's always Spyder's answer when I find him doing something odd. Not necessarily something that he shouldn't do, but just . . . odd.

Last night he was taking a bit too long with his shower, so I knocked on the bathroom door to hurry him a bit. Immediately after my knock, I heard a *thud* "OW!" I opened the door to find out what was going on.

Skeeter's sink was filled with shaving cream. Spyder was standing in front with shaving cream all over his feet. We had the usual Mom Inquisition.

ME: What were you doing?

SPYDER: Oh, I needed to wash my feet.

ME: You didn't do that in the shower?

SPYDER: Uh. Yes?

ME: So then what were you really doing?

SPYDER: I was imagining that I was making this really cool acid paste that would blow up the door.

Life is never dull around here.

A couple of favorites

Both of my children love Chicka Chicka Boom Boom -- the book, the audio book (read by Ray Charles!) and this video. Loads of fun!



My daughter (the animal lover) giggles through this whole song.

A post about other people's dogs

I like to talk about my dogs a lot. What can I say? They make me laugh, with their funny little personalities.

One thing that does not make me laugh: Brownie, digging through the trash. As he does every night that I forget to move the trash can. He also likes Ben & Jerry. That little trait? Not so endearing.

But this isn't about my pooches. This is about the neighbor's dogs. The dogs who are, at this very moment (1:28 am) barking quite excitedly, in an annoyingly incessant pattern. And have been for the last hour.

bark bark BARK

bark bark BARK

bark bark BARK

The police department around the corner likes us. We bring them cookies occasionally. I'm wondering if that gives me enough pull for them to come and take care of this little problem.

(Oh, I wouldn't do that. But I can dream daydream, right?)

Seriously though, I have dogs who like to bark. Brownie will bark at anything that moves (the reason that I call him Woofy McBarkers some days). Lucy will bark because Brownie does. That is a big reason that they are inside at night, making those funny snuffling noises at my feet -- because I don't want them to disturb other people.

I'm all neighborly like that.

You'd think that the people who live in the house (and thus, are closer to all of the aforementioned barking) would get up and deal with it. Obviously the dogs can't settle it with the patterned barks.

Maybe I can.

Grrrrr bark bark GRRRR

Grrrrr bark bark GRRRR

Update: It's 3:21 am, and the dogs have been quiet for the last 20 minutes. It's about time.

The Watermelon Shoes

These are Sass's current favorite shoes, which she has named her "Watermelon Shoes."


It makes me smile every time she says it.

Clash of the Drags

Today's music

Alvin Youngblood Hart. Awesomeness.

The "Silly Science" Dessert Contest

The Vacation Bible School program that the urchins attended this week had somewhat of a science base, so at the "family night" party, the organizers held a "Silly Science" Dessert Contest. The criteria? Something related to science and edible.

Lest I sound like the bitter old hag that I am, let me preface this by saying that the two best displays won first and second prize. Both were volcanoes. One had a dark pink yogurt lava flow; the other had dry ice in the middle. Very impressive, both of them. They deserved to win.

After that? Eh. Not so much. Third place was a Jello seascape. It had a good presentation, and it was mostly edible, but it didn't exactly scream "science fair" to me. Fourth place was Jello Pudding Cups that had some sort of cracker thing sticking up and M&Ms dropped in. I was a lot confused on what it was supposed to be. Some sort of strange smiley faces?

This the first place volcano, just as the lava was beginning to spill forth. On the left you can see the fourth place pudding cup entry.


This was my entry, a gummy insect collection, decided upon in a last minute instant message flurry with PEZmama.


I wimped out and just wrote the common name on the tag, since I couldn't decide which kind of gummy beetle it was. As if it really mattered anyway. (I was leaning toward scarab beetles though.)

The original plan was to make a sheet cake to make it look like a styrofoam board. I decided to go with cupcakes instead because I thought it would work better with the potluck style dinner. I think it did, since they were gone about 10 minutes after the judging.

Anyway, I knew it wasn't a fabulous entry, so I wasn't expecting any sort of a win. But I really thought mine met the criteria better than ol' Pudding Face.

Over

The week of VBS is over. I am thrilled, and now I'm going to sleep for 37 hours.

Coming soon: photos of my magnificent entry for the silly science dessert contest -- my entry which didn't win, but was the only one that anyone actually ate.

So there.

The VBS Effect

Ah yes. You know it. The effect of that week-long Vacation Bible School? Exhaustion.

It's hit us.

We went to VBS at our church already, but a friend called and invited the children to VBS at his church, so we're at it again. Not that it's a bad thing. The children always love VBS. The program the church is using is Power Lab, so my science-loving youngsters are doubly thrilled. But regardless of the fun, the exhaustion still sets in for us around Thursday.

I knew that it was coming. I could see it last night and this morning, so I had planned for us to take it easy this afternoon. We did just that. We spent the afternoon watching Mist (twice), and yet Sass was in inconsolable tears not long before time to go to the church. Why? Because the movie was "so sweet" that she couldn't bear it. For her, that's the fog of exhaustion talking.

So tonight I took Spyder to VBS, and Sass stayed with me.

What did we do? A big fat lot of nothing, most of which involved deciding what flavor ice cream to get at Baskin Robbins.

By the time we returned to the church for the closing assembly, Sass was ready to join her class briefly before being dismissed for the evening.

Tomorrow night isn't really a class night. It's the awards ceremony and the family picnic. We'll be there (with a "silly science" dessert), and I'm certain we will have a great time. But I'm just as certain that we will all be glad that VBS is over.

That's my Spyder

ME: Okay guys. We're going run over to Kroger this morning to get a few things. Start thinking about what should be on the list.

SPYDER: Hang on a sec. I have to pick my nose.

ME: You have to what?

SPYDER: Pick my nose. I can't think when I have boogers.

Story of my life

Well, kinda. Mine was from the, you know, girl perspective. Close enough for this song to make me nostalgic.

As if that takes a lot these days.

Sad

ET Online is reporting that George Carlin has died.

Ah, Rufus. You totally rocked.

Let me make that decision. Thanks.

Today I was driving down one of the main thoroughfares in my little town. It's six lanes, so it's not an insignificant street.

I was driving in the middle lane when -- whoosh! -- water came out of nowhere and rained down upon my little car. I was so shocked that I slammed on my brakes and was nearly smooshed by the massive truck behind me.

Apparently, the girls at Hooters were holding a

"FREE"
CARWASH

Or at least that's what the sign said.

Those kooky Hooters girls. I doubt they're known for their proper use of quotation marks. Or spelling.

But that hideous sign apparently wasn't doing a great job for them, as no one seemed to be taking advantage of the "FREE" CARWASH. To change this situation, they had decided to throw buckets of water on the cars driving down the road.

Oh the brilliance of that plan, throwing water on the vehicles zooming down that six-lane road.

They had better be praising someone for the Hooters Miracles bestowed upon them. First, that the big ol' truck behind me didn't smoosh me. Second, that I was in the middle lane and had to keep driving rather than turning into the parking lot to (ahem) voice my displeasure.

Ugly Betty

I know. I am always so late in watching popular television. I had heard of Ugly Betty, but I hadn't even attempted to watch it. Ugly girl works at fashion magazine? Pass!

Then Julie recommended it.

(aside: I love the Netflix friend section!)

We have very similar tastes, so I thought I might give it a chance. I never really got as far as actually adding it to the queue though.

But I was browsing at the library on Wednesday, and I came across the entire first season in the DVD section.

(aside: My library is beyond fabulous.)

I checked out the first season, and I made Skeeter watch the pilot with me. He was unimpressed. As for me, I loved Betty. She was clever and confident and tenacious. I was much less impressed with the rest of the characters, but I liked Betty enough to continue. Skeeter fell asleep during the second episode, but I started to like the show even more.

I watched the entire first season in three days. Seriously. Three days. I was hooked! Part snarky gab-fest, part trashy soap opera. Loved it! Loved it! The soapy parts are so unapologetically unrealistic and fun, but really what kept me watching was that I liked Betty.

And I counted a minimum of six cliffhangers in the season finale. That's got to be a record. I'll bet that I end up buying season two when it's released.

Oh, that's right. I have a blog.

I have become a schedule-oriented person. I never would have believed it. But now that summer is in full swing and we have no set schedule, it's quite obvious.

This lack-of-a-schedule thing is creating havoc in my life!

Oh, we've been doing loads of fun stuff, but it's just making me crazy that we don't have a schedule for our weeks! I can't even count on the cheap summer movie, since the children were only interested in two of them.

So, the funnest thing we've done this week? Blueberry picking at a local blueberry farm. Yes! We had such a good time, and we have two gallons of the biggest, sweetest blueberries as a result of the outing. The children and I went back this morning to pick more, and we were greeted with a "Picked Out" sign. They'll be reopening next week, so we'll be back then for certain!

Today I made these Blueberry-Lemon Chess Squares that Julie recommended. Let me just say -- pure deliciousness. Rich though, very rich, so make sure you have some milk to have with it.

And just for fun . . . yesterday's earworm tune:



It was satisfyingly infectious.

Miss Rumphius

My children and I read together quite a lot. I'm sure it's not the same for everyone, but I think I spend more time reading aloud than I spend making dinner.

My children have a tendency to ask for the same things over and over (Pippi, anyone?). Most of the time I go along with whatever they suggest.

But one day about a week ago, I didn't ask what they wanted. I just started in on Miss Rumphius. We had read it years ago -- Sass probably wasn't even a year old yet -- so neither of them remembered it. But this time, I think it may become one of the ones we read again and again.

As a young girl, Alice sits at her grandfather's knee in his seashore cottage and hears stories of his travels. Alice decides that's just what she wants -- to travel, then to live in a little house by the sea. Her grandfather agrees that these are wonderful aspirations, but he asks her to add one more -- find a way to make the world a more beautiful place.

For days afterward, the children and I talked about making the world more beautiful, about what exactly did "the world" mean. How far does "the world" reach? Does it have to be something physically beautiful, or can it mean beautiful thoughts or deeds? It sparked excellent discussions, and it helped them start to think of things from a much larger perspective.

I just picked up the book on a whim that day, never expecting that it would give rise to those kinds of discussions. But I'm glad it did.

Day of Dad

In honor of my dad on Father's Day, a reposting of his Dad-isms.

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My dad is quite a character, particularly when it comes to his speech. He's truly part of the old South, and his language is as colorful as any you can imagine.

He has quite a few phrases that I consider "his." Here are a few of them, along with a translation for those who haven't had the pleasure of hearing them in person.

Phrase: You ain't done it.
Meaning: I know you're fibbing, so 'fess up. (Doesn't have to refer to a particular activity; can also refer to thoughts or ideas.)

Phrase: What does that have to do with the price of eggs in China?
Meaning: You've brought in excess drivel. Get back to the topic at hand.

Phrase: Six of one, half a dozen of another.
Meaning: Whatever. It's all semantics. Also, it doesn't matter.

Phrase: What about it?
Meaning: Hey, how's it going?

Phrase: I said if this weather continues there's going to be a whole lot of it.
Meaning: I didn't want you to hear what I said. (He always says this if you ask him to repeat something.)

Phrase: Me neither too also.
Meaning: Yeah; I agree with that.

Phrase: I don't know. My brother went to school that day.
Meaning: I don't know the answer.

Phrase: You stepped in what?
Meaning: I didn't hear what you said.

Life Expectancy

Have you seen this Life Expectancy Calculator?

It's got to be wrong. Mine ended up being 92 with a virtual age of 19! HA!

But I suppose I can look forward to being old and carrying my hearing aid around in a box like my Memaw does.

I don't know that Skeeter would agree

86 As a 1930s wife, I am Very Superior Take the test!

Shamelessly lifted from Mrs. C at Homeschool and Etc.

Summer SAD

Most people have heard of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), commonly known around here as the "winter blues."

Winter has never bothered me. In fact, I love it. I know that we don't have the harsh winters that other parts of the country do, but our winter is perfect for me. Once the cooler temperatures start, I feel as if I'm emerging from a cocoon of sorts.

Just today I found out that there is a summer SAD as well, a reverse of the usual SAD. This article about summer SAD in the New York Times is several years old, but it puts a personal face on the problems associated with the disorder.

I get headaches from direct late afternoon sunlight. Not the usual "oh, my head hurts" headache, but the non-localized "oh, I feel sick" headache that can last for hours afterward. Morning sunlight doesn't bother me too much, but the afternoon sun feels so intense that I try to avoid going out then unless I know I won't be in the direct light.

The problem has become worse as I've gotten older, especially in the last few years. And to be honest, I always thought that it was odd. I've never even mentioned it to anyone except my husband because I was more than a little embarrassed by it. Now I'm wondering if there's more to it.

Earworms

Earlier today Skeeter sent me this article on "earworms." No, they're not strange Star Trekian bugs. An earworm is that little musical melody that gets stuck in your head and just will not go away.

Ah, the memories.

When Skeeter and I were in our early marriage days, each of us would make a decided effort to infect each other with those earworms. Sometimes it was blatant, singing at the top of our lungs. More often it was a subtle background humming or singing that one could barely discern on a conscious level. Those would get us every time. Each would find the other person singing or humming whatever annoying song had been chosen.

Is it bragging to say I was brilliant at it? I was. My favorites were show tunes and children's music, mostly because I knew Skeeter couldn't let the guys at work know what music was going through his head. "Hello Dolly" was always a winner, as was "Interplanet Janet."

Little does Skeeter know that sending me that article just opened up a whole new can of earworms for him. It's 12 years and two children later. I'm armed and ready with a whole new set of songs.

"This is the song that doesn't end . . . ."

For the Austen fans

A portrait of Thomas Lefroy is to be for sale soon. Lefroy is rumored to be the inspiration for Pride and Prejudice's Mr Darcy.

(As an aside, I'm currently reading Letters from Pemberly, a modern "sequel" to Pride and Prejudice.)

Remembering

My children loved this. And they still do. We sang it in the car just yesterday.

Things I learned about myself this weekend

Skeeter took the children to a fishing rodeo this weekend. Originally it was just going to be an activity for Skeeter and Spyder, but Sass decided she'd like to go as well. And off they went.

That left me at home -- alone -- for more than two hours. I had no idea what to do. Seriously. I love being alone. I always have. But I haven't had the opportunity to be at home completely alone for more than a couple of hours in, oh, 10 years.

Skeeter (with children) and I (without) parted company at church, after the vacation bible school program and carnival. When I got home, I truly had no idea what to do. No little hands pulling at me. No one asking for something. I sat on the couch in the silence for a while, enjoying the emptiness.

Over the next 18 hours, I did all of the normal things that I do on Friday night and Saturday morning. I folded laundry; I did the dishes; I took a load of things to the thrift store. It wasn't until Skeeter and the children were on the way home that I realized something important.

I have abandoned my hobbies. I used to make soap and do scrapbooking. I was never emotionally attached to the activities, but I did enjoy them. I haven't touched my supplies for either hobby in at least two years. Once I found myself presented with an opportunity to do them, I didn't know where to begin.

I'm not sure where to go from here, but that was a real eye-opener.

Kung Fu Panda

I am almost ashamed to admit how excited I was to see Kung Fu Panda.

Sass wanted to see it too, but Spyder? He has now become too cool for "kid movies" now that he's practically an adult. A 10-year-old adult. Yeah. I thought that too.

Thankfully, my friend Brenda was just as excited about it, so we dragged all of our urchins to my favorite movie theatre to see it with us. I probably shouldn't mention that it was the first showing on opening day. But hey, if we had gone to the second show, we would have shared the theatre with a day camp of 300 preschoolers.

(Not kidding about the preschoolers. Or that we went to the first showing.)

So. The movie. I didn't check any reviews before I saw it, so I only knew what I had seen on the trailers.

(Skeeter is a little bit of a fanatic when it comes to watching movie trailers, so I've probably seen them all.)

I prefer walking in not really knowing what to expect, but I'll admit that I did have high hopes for it. I wasn't disappointed. It was exactly what I was wanted it to be -- a clever comedic action movie that's good for the family. It didn't stoop to the potty-humor or the innuendos that are funny for adults, but not really appropriate for children. I didn't cringe when watching it with my children -- not once -- and that was wonderful.

Sass loved it, despite that she only got to sit with Olivia for part of the movie. Some large-haired adult sat directly in front of her right before the movie started. She only lasted about 20 minutes in that seat before she got tired of leaning to the left to be able to see.

Considering that Spyder left the theatre busting kung fu moves with Ryan, I'm pretty sure he enjoyed it too.

So go see it, and let me know how you liked it.

A tale of five players

Skeeter and I have had an interesting line of experiences with our DVD players.

Being the wannabe techno-geek that he is, he bought one of the early DVD players. One of the multi-disc DVD players. I've never understood those. What kind of lazy person needs three DVDs in at once? At any rate, it was expensive. He never actually confessed how much it was. Not long afterward, he broke it by putting more than one DVD in a slot. As if the three slots wasn't enough already. I have to admit though -- the remote for that DVD player was awesome.

The second DVD player was the same brand, but we slummed it with only one DVD slot. The advantage to having the same brand was that I was able to use Remote #1 with it. Rock on! It was a good DVD player. We used it for at least 8 years, then *poof* it started playing DVDs in black and white. I passed it to a friend who said he could probably fix it. He kept it for 10 months.

So we bought DVD player #3. It worked well for a while, but then it started getting all picky on us. It just simply wouldn't play some movies. "Mulan? Oh, no. I don't think so. But I'll let you watch Annie. Again." I love Annie. Carol Burnett is just brilliant as Miss Hannigan. But I can only watch it so many times before terrible things begin to happen.

Because Player #3 was so picky-picky, we got DVD player #4, a cheap little thing. That player isn't so picky about what plays, but it is horribly picky about scratches. Scratched DVD = freeze-frames. Very distracting. Very. Distracting.

About the time we were thinking about replacing Player #3 or Player #4, the friend brought over a repaired Player #2. Yay! A DVD player that actually plays DVDs! How novel!

All went along well for about a year, then . . . poor old Player #2. He still was fine with playing the DVDs, but he started playing them in black and white again. At that point, Skeeter and I thought that perhaps it was time to give up our old favorite.

After moaning about it for a week or so, we did a search at Circuit City and found one, probably middle-of-the-line, and decided we'd just buy it. And we did.

You know, after all of that, it makes all of us appreciate a DVD player that plays any DVD we want -- and in color!

It's the little things

The internet has returned. I think I've gotten accustomed to those times when our ISP decides to stop working because it really didn't bother me all that much. I did have to make a couple of unplanned trips to the library to use the computer there, but really it wasn't so bad.

But today the library website was down. All day. Still is. That is bothering me more than when our whole ISP dissed us.

This week is vacation bible school at church. Skeeter and I aren't volunteering this year, so we have whole two child-free hours every evening. Tonight Skeeter made a playlist for his Zen -- a loud playlist -- that he can play during his root canal tomorrow. And I? I went to Office Max without the posse. I have a deep and healthy love for office supplies, so it was a beautiful experience.

Skeeter took me to the cell phone place a couple of days ago, and we looked at Blackberry and Blackberry-type phones. Now that we're actually looking, I'm overwhelmed by all of the options and possibilities.

And while I'm rambling on, let's talk Ben and Jerry. Have you tried the new flavors? Skeeter is in love with the Cake Batter ice cream. I'm having a hard time deciding whether I prefer the new Imagine Whirled Peace or my old favorite, Stephen Colbert's AmeriCone Dream.

And now, I'll set the coffee for tomorrow morning and officially go off-duty.

That darn ISP

Our internet is out. Again. It's been out since yesterday morning, sometime after we left for church.

It had been working so well for so long that it was completely unexpected. So for now, I can only access the internet through Skeeter's work computer late at night or through the library.

So it's not that I don't want to post or read blogs. I do! But don't expect me soon.

*sigh*

You're seeing what?

Last night we took the children to see Horton Hears a Who at the bargain theatre across town. Cute movie, and definitely worth the trip to the bargain theatre.

Sass has the worst time remembering the name of that particular movie though. I've no idea why. She loves Dr Seuss, and we've read the Horton books. But some reason, she just can't get the name of that one quite right.

So yesterday when we were at the store, Sass had a conversation with a lady about our planned movie outing. (Yes, my children strike up conversations with random strangers; it's just what they do.) The conversation started as usual --

"We're going to see a movie tonight!"

"That sounds nice. What movie?"

Then, divergence.

"We're seeing "H.oo.ter Hears a Honk."

(Nice lady does double take, looks at me.) "You're seeing what?"