• I planted purple clematis from my neighbor L out in the yard, let’s hope it takes.
• hung out laundry, brought in laundry, folded laundry, kids put away half of it, I put away other half, Steve said, More laundry? Rinse and repeat. Entire summer has pretty much equalled this = laundry. Everything’s always wet, dirty and/or muddy over here.
• had our awesome friends and their cool little kid over for dinner. They brought me us a bottle of the best damn rose ever — Juno Cape Maidens, from South Africa. “A refreshingly crisp, deep salmon pink wine with hints of pomegranate, green toffee-apple and cherry,” sez the review. Yes, that’s just how I was going to describe it! Thank you, you two. It was very sweet of you. Come back anytime.
• Steve did the cooking cuz he’s in charge if we’re going vegan for dinner. (I offered up cheese enchiladas but we decided against those.) The guy knows his way around the kitchen. Also is a slut in the bedroom so this is just a win-win for Wacky Mommy.
• “Be a duchess in the drawing room, a chef in the kitchen and a slut in the bedroom.” Let’s all remember that, ‘k?
• Roasted potatoes with garlic; a pot of brown rice; his world-famous cholle, aka chana masala, aka garbonzo stew that was so spicy and good; salad with lettuce, tomatoes and nasturtiums; a little dish of chopped onion and jalapenos to garnish; a pot of mac and cheese for the younger diners; for dessert, watermelon (which we forgot to serve) and those yummy chocolate toffee cookies from New Seasons. I loved every single bite of this dinner, but I really should cook all the dinners the rest of the week to make it up to my man for knocking himself out tonight. Grilled cheese for all my friends! And tater tots!
• I am happy and full. Good night.
• ps I am back at work, so if I disappear, do not fear! But you know me, I’m never gone for long.

xo

wm

My Psych 311 text and…

Interview with Rob Ingram in Portland Family (“We are people! By nature that makes us imperfect. Forgive often, love hard, laugh good and live life! Hey, it is supposed to be fun so why not enjoy it and why EVER let anyone else steal your thunder. Work hard, play harder!!!” Love that. Rob is a great guy and a force of nature in our community, thank you Rob for all of your hard work and wise words) and…

the Saturday Oregonian (why? I do not know) and…

Accidentally on Purpose, by Mary F. Pols and…

Whiteness as Metaprivilege.

May go to a BlogHer meet-up between 3-5 today at Posies, if I remember. Oh! And game 5 is tonight, Pens and whatever the name of that team is that they’re playing. Go, Penguins!

(PS — Brain, please come back. Mama needs you.)

Is it time to re-run this again? I believe so. The asthma (knock wood) seems to be under control, but it’s on my mind. Our yard squirrel, the one who jealousy guards the compost bin — it’s his. All his. Get away — is fighting with a plastic bread wrapper, in an attempt to get the bread out of it. (Why did I throw plastic bags filled with bread crusts, cilantro-gone-bad, and parsley-gone-bad into the yard? Because I was too lazy to walk to the compost bin, that’s why. Why is the house a mess? Because I work too much and am never home. Yard? Does need to be mowed, thanks. Garden? Halfway planted. Halfway only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, y’know?)

We’ve decided to start playing tennis, the four of us. I’ve played tennis maybe three times in my life. Possibly four.

I’m expecting a few people for a school planning meeting to come by in an hour. My kitchen is covered in sugar ants. My family? Sleeping like angels. Why didn’t I stay in bed? Yes, worry reduction, please:

Worry Reduction Techniques

1. When I find myself worrying, I will divert my attention from the future (or past) to the present.
2. The worst is very unlikely to occur, even if it does, I will handle it.
3. I will try to take one thing and one day at a time.
4. Relaxation will reduce both worrying and anxiety.
5. I will do planning but reduce my worrying.
6. Worry is irrelevant.
7. I am not in charge of anyone else’s thoughts, feelings and behaviors.
8. People and situations do not upset me, I do.
9. I will recognize and let go of those things that I cannot change.
10. I will stop worrying now.

internets, i would like to blog, but i still feel like hell. Also, why did I work today? Zip said, It will be too much. Steve said, It will be too much. They were right. Again.

Finally watched Juno, it was good. And started in on Season Two of the Wire, which, when you’re coming out of anesthetic, is just not so much fun to watch. Dead bodies and all. The new episode of the Office last night made me sad. I love the Office — do not make me sad, Office. You are there to entertain, got it?

I can’t concentrate on books — the words go all swimmy together.

Maybe it’s the anesthetic talking, I’ve got no idea.

Off to change back into p.j.’s. Leave me notes if you want, I’ll check in later.

yours,

wm

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Some mornings it’s best you don’t know that (more…)

I love you for a lot of reasons, My Blog and BlogWorld.

1. I just found out that my auntie (my husband’s aunt) from Pittsburgh, Pa., and some of the women at her office read my blog! Hi Ladies (and Gents?) of Allegheny County! Leave me a comment. You can make up names (I did!), I don’t care. I am comment lover. (Me, as a child: “I’m dancing! Look at me! I’m siiiiiiiiiiinging, la la la…”) I am glad you’re here. (more…)

1) It’s hot and I am sticky.

2) My husband is going to be so sorry he put Hormonal Woman in charge of balancing the checkbook, paying the loans and credit cards OFF and slamming money as fast as I can into savings, one nickel at a time.

After this, nothing but soup for you, buddy.

Here, dear readers — My day in real time.

Sort of.

5, 6, 7 & 8 a.m.: Sleeping. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Large Wacky Cat 2, the stripedy one, pins me in on one side; muscular husband pins me in on the other. Why does the Cat want to sleep with us? It’s so flippin’ hot. Unable to move. Sex? No. Have to sleep. Can’t open eyes. Consider a new lifestyle that involves not staying up so late at night. Hmmm. What time did we go to bed? Vaguely remember 11 o’clock news. Keep eyes closed. Sleep. (more…)

It will be Monday morning. You will be mowing your lawn and weeding. Because you were too busy reassembling the house Saturday and cooking, doing laundry and dealing with a vomiting kid on Sunday (Happy Father’s Day! Arf.) to mow over the weekend. Also, you wanted your husband to have the weekend off, but instead you worked him like a dog and put him in charge of vomiting kid.

You might feel a little bad about this. Or you might not.

“No, you can’t have mac and cheese. Let’s see if you can keep the toast down, first.” (Moments like that I adore my husband. I had no idea what love was until the first time one of the kids caught the flu and he took care of them.)

The neighbor dog will be yipping at you. You will be a little concerned that the crazy door-to-door salesman (“Ma’am! I’m not selling anything!”) who came by last week and refused to leave your porch will return.

Salesman-Who-Is-Not-Salesman: “This is my job.”

You will be wearing your husband’s sweats and a stinky v-neck white T-shirt (Hanes) and the lawnmower will start smoking and there will be four guys from the City of Portland (“The City That Works!” The city that works my frickin’ nerves, make that) and they will be parked on their fat asses on the neighbors retaining wall at the end of the street, checking you out.

You will ignore them.

They will continue to take a break and stare. For 20 minutes they sit there, bs’ing and staring.

Apparently sweaty housewives cussing at their lawnmowers are all the rage.