We had a total blast at moms’ night out last night. We all (in the past) have had our kids go to different schools, all over the city, even though we live near one another. That seems to be changing and I’m glad.

Nice women live in my neighborhood and they have sweet families, too. Fun.

Now to plant some flowers and celebrate someone’s 7th birthday all weekend…

On the way to school:

Wacky Girl: “Is ‘screw you’ a cussword?”
me: “No. I mean yes.”

Hello, my chickens,

Would you like to know what I’m reading? First up, we have two funny moms — Sara Ellington and Stephanie Triplett — who put their smart little heads together and just published their second book, “The Must-Have Mom Manual: Two Mothers, Two Perspectives, One Book That Tells You Everything You Need to Know” (Ballantine, 2009, $17, 525 pages.) (more…)

Spring break is fun. For kids. For moms it just goes on and on and on while you get nothing done except pulling out more hair.

But the visit with the outlaws has been excellent and tonight at dinner? Guess which Blazer stood right by our table?

That’s right.

And no I won’t tell you where we were cuz even tall, tall, tall men who are NBA supastars need some anonymity.

He is almost 7 feet tall, no fooling. Go look at his stats. And when you see that up close in person, even if you’re 5 foot ten inches tall you feel rilly rilly wimpy and short.

Man.

and throwing up… and obsessing about when will this fever break?… “King of the Road” is really NOT the song you want stuck in your head.

Just sayin’.

We seem to be on the mend here, but my in-laws won’t come near us. Can’t blame them there. We may need to meet in a neutral territory, like Switzerland or somewhere, where they won’t have to deal with the many contaminated surfaces of our house.

Little Miss Honey Butt stopped by yesterday with Baby in a Wagon and wouldn’t even come in. “We had it last week, no thank you!” she called out from the sidewalk. It does seem to just be a 24 hour thing, but that 24 hours is total hell.

Happy Monday, y’all.

wm

Just talked with the staff at my kids’ school — apparently the cold turns into the flu, then the flu turns into a cough. “And the cough lasts. And lasts.”

So, we’re starting spring break early, and not in the manner planned.

Nevertheless, I will persevere.

Now watching Mr. President — I tivo’ed it last night. Kevin Eubank wore a suit in honor of the visit. Heh heh heh. Who do I have a bigger crush on? Kevin? The President? Josh Turner? It’s a toss-up.

Leno: “Your mom will be so proud.”
Kevin: “Oh, yes, she will be, Jay.”

Heh heh heh.

The President: “Let me just say, I think Kevin looks good in a suit. He looks a little like Secret Service.”

Best quote from President Obama: “They say if you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.”

Bloggers I’m reading this week:
Miss Zoot
Posts from Portland
Wacky Mummy (cuz I like Wacky)
i am bossy
Under the Tuscan Gun

Have a good Friday, everyone.

wm

Here, let me entertain you in my own lame-ass way…

The dishwasher, she is working. Sears Service Guy came by. Unhooked it all, hooked it back up and voila! Washing, washing, washing the dishes. “It’s like when you take your car to the mechanic, they drive it a hundred miles and say, ‘It ran fine for me.'” True, that.

Wacky Girl has been home sick most of the week with cold, asthma, and need to write new novel. It’s a mystery-thriller-kinda “Twilight” type book. Only without the vampires — instead they’re… I can’t tell you. It’s her novel and if she sees me writing this she’ll be most unhappy. She’s already cranky and thrashy from the flu.

Wacky Boy threw up all night last night and it was very sad and also I now have 14 or 20 loads of laundry to do. And the in-laws arrive for spring break day after tomorrow and hopefully my husband will have spoken with them before they read this blog post to tell them, Looking forward to seeing you! We have The Grippe, you don’t mind, do you? So, dear in-laws, if this is the first you’ve heard of it, hey! We’re sick. What else is new.

I want them to visit and am a little agitated that we’re down and out. We have not seen them in an extremely long time — am willing the virus(es) to go away.

And I can’t see my grandma for a few days, since we’re all buggy.

I’m knitting five new scarves to keep busy, and cleaning the house. Also, you know. Laundry.

Hockey God fixed coffee for us and stuck around while I ran to the store for Recharge, popsicles and Saltines, then left for work.

The End

You can do one thing. And then another thing, and then another thing…

(When we picked up our girl from Grandma’s today — or “Bama Hut,” as my kids call it, a leftover baby nickname for Grandma’s House — she told us, “I wrote a story. It’s 27 pages long!” Yes, it was. In a point size of 72. Good story from a cool 9-year-old. Enjoy. Have a great week. WM)

A lot of things

By Wacky Girl

Wacky Girl is my name. What is your name? Do you know how I got my name? Well how did you get yours, now answerer that? I named myself when I was two years old. Okay? Okay.

Lets move on to a different subject. How about shoes. Do you like shoes/feet? I do! They help me get warm. I think you should like shoes/feet if you don’t already. Feet are good for you because how would you stand up and/or get around? And you should like shoes to because they keep your feet warm and if you didn’t have shoes then your feet might get so cold your feet might fall off and we already talked about how wonderful feet are and everyone has them. (I hope.) So lets move on.

How about we talk about worms. Do you even like worms? Because if you don’t then I’m here to make you LOVE them. So lets get started then.

Ways to make worms man’s best friend

1. Go out in your yard or some place with dirt and start digging. Feel the soft dirt and/or worms in your hands. You are holding part of earth. (If the dirt isn’t soft then you’re on your own.) Doesn’t that feel good? Well if there weren’t such a thing as worms then that dirt would be all chunky. (If it is chunky then that’s just to bad for you.)

2. Okay I am guessing this subject isn’t so good for the young ones so lets talk (well in our case read) about something else. Uhh any ideas? Yes, no? Well this whole writing thing is sort of out of control and I am wasting some good time, so I guess this is…

THE END!!!

(Sorry I can’t make the type size any bigger for a more dramatic THE END, but it’s already at 72.)

Dear World (and by “world” I mean the 14 people out there who still read me),

So. So, so, so.

It is Sunday, January 4th, 2009.

We have a new president moving into the White House pretty soon.

Things are a mess in Gaza. Israel, I would like to ask you: While the rest of us are talking “hope” and “change” and “substance” in the new year, why do you feel the need to kill others? Please stop now. Obama seems to be pretty pro-Israel, pro-hawk, yes? Wanting to hunt down Bin-Laden and all. Maybe Israel is wanting to get in a few punches now, just in case they’re not allowed to later?

Unfortunately, as hopeful as I am about the new American administration, I think Israel is going to continue to be allowed to do whatever the hell they want to do. Israel = bully.

Why is it that while our nation’s schools are focused on policies of no-bullying, no physical violence, no verbal, sexual or mental abuse, no murder, certainly, the grown-ups can’t follow suit? Do as I say not as I do, aiiiiight?

The year my daughter started kindergarten, one of the first-graders wore a button everywhere that said

PUNCHING

with a black line drawn through it.

“Who gave you that, K?” I asked him.

He was all, aw shucks, smiley. “My teacher.”

Smart teacher.

No punching. Just love. And hope for a better world.

I have been meditating, writing in my journal and studying every day. It has helped with the chaos.

After a long, sometimes bumpy winter break (ice, snow, rain, snow, snow, sunshine, flooding, ice), we are heading back to school and work tomorrow. I’m thinking 6 a.m. should be pretty fun, especially since I’ve been sleeping until 9, 10, 10:30 a.m. every day for almost three weeks. Whatever it takes, that’s what I’m saying.

I saw on the news that the Estacada Library underwent a ton of damage (to books, computers, building) during the most recent bout of flooding. If you have a few dollars to spare, I know they would appreciate it.

Estacada Public Library
825 NW Wade
Estacada, OR 97023

peace,

wm