It’s Portland. It’s April 19th. Why wouldn’t it be snowing?

Happy (early) birthday, Wacky Nekkid Mini-Neighbor! Thanks for the bowling, pizza and cake!

Love,

Wacky Family

You’ll find it here.

I could not believe /
the amount of quality material /
on this site /
eyecatching /
Undelivered Mail /
Stock breaker report /
Voluminous! /
you have nothing to lose, just a lot to gain! /
Returned mail: Mailbox Full /
Buy a new watch /
Buy a new watch /
failure notice /
failure notice /
failure notice /
Hey baby, how are you? /
Beware of fake pills!

We are doing an amazing amount of nothing around here. All we have planned for the day is watching the Sabres play the Penguins (edited to say: Penguins lost. Sorry, Gaustad) and we will make Hoppin’ John and devour it. We stayed up late with the kids last night, banged pots and pans, then crashed, crashed, crashed. I slept until 11:30 this morning. What??? It’s true.

How ’bout you?

love,

WM

Have you noticed that a lot of people (I’m not saying everyone, but mostly everyone) has decided to take the week off from blogging?

I have needs, people. For instance, if Rockstar Mommy doesn’t post first thing in the morning, like she usually does, I can’t fully enjoy my coffee.

Miss Zoot has been coming through, pregnant and all. Lelo in NoPo turned me on to a great bread recipe, and additionally? She would like to have a word with the government. I would, too. I would also like MORE TO READ but since I’m not finding it, I’ll give you a little. I mean, if Melissa Lion can blog while she’s on the road with a 2-year-old, I think I can blog sitting here in my office, on this beautiful sunny day. (Sunny for now, anyway. It was raining about seven minutes ago.)

I, I, I…
* just worked out.
* and am enjoying the sunshine, and about a dozen new books I received for review and that came in on reserve from the library.
* Also, we’ve discovered Curb Your Enthusiasm, Hockey God just went to pick up the third season from the library. Yeah, yeah, I know. We’re about six years late on this, I do not CARE! It is new to us. I love it and find it aggravating, at the same time. As one of my friends put it, “There are times I just have to bury my face in my hands while I’m watching that show.” Cheryl Hines (so brilliant in “Waitress”) is brilliant in this, too. I love her so.

Hockey God…
* in addition to going to the library, is doing the grocery shopping. He is good at it, having been a produce guy for ten years or something. Longer than that, I think it was. I, personally, think he misses the attention of all the hot housewives who wanted him to squeeze their melons.
* needs to post daily, don’t you think? I do. Go tell him.
* is not thrilled that I’m thinking of doing a Sex DeTox (one of the books I got for review) and that means no nooky for a month. The book claims to help you “Recharge Desire! Revitalize Intimacy! Rejuvenate Your Love Life!” We don’t really need any of that, per se, I just want to be able to tell people, “I’m on a Sex DeTox, gotta go!”

I think…
* this would be a challenge. I like a challenge, don’t you?

Wacky Boy…
*loves being on vacation.

Wacky Girl…
*loves being on vacation, too, and wants to spend the day cooking! I’ll top that — we’ll spend the week cooking — Creole Beans & Rice, Manicotti (using large pasta shells, I’m thinking), tacos, Polenta-Stuffed Green Peppers… I like winter.

Also? Both kids are cleaning their rooms. Ha!

Wacky Cat 3…
*is settling in nicely to Life with Wacky Family. He is fluffy and soft and hardly any trouble at all. (Double ha! He’s a handful, but I love him so.)

I did not…
* get a standard-size poodle (color: apricot) for Christmas, like I requested. That is okay, I guess. Dogs give me fits.

I know…
* I am not really a “poodle type” of person, but my friend M has three and my friend L has one and even though they could all four be described as “somewhat kooky,” they make my friends so happy.

ttfn, Internets. Gotta motor — Wacky Girl wants to jump into the land of Webkinz. Hope you find something out there to read. Send me any interesting links if you do.

Love,

WM

edited to say:

It’s raining again, sun gone.
Now it’s hailing.
Now it’s snowing.
Now it’s sleeting/snowing/craziness, piling up.

It’s sticking!!!

This is the closest I’m getting to a Christmas letter, dear readers. Enjoy it while it lasts.

The kids have decided they need editorial control of my blog. My fiction is my own, but any “cute” little stories about the children now need to be run by… the children. This is a stupid rule. If I could, I would tell you…

All about how my son sleeps with his head entirely under the covers when he’s exhausted. And how his dad has the same kooky habit.

The cat? Does the cat want editorial control, too? Too bad! Wacky Cat 3 is a crazeee little kitten. He’s gained some weight since he came to live with us. He loves to find little toys and odd items around the house, bat them into the air, chase them around and land on them, whoooomph. He is a delight. Except when he’s trying to terrorize our grouchy old lady cat, Wacky Cat 1 (she slashes him) or he’s thumping on Wacky Cat 2 (who is a bit scared of him, but can’t stand to be away from him. Do you have anyone you feel like that about?)…

I might tell you, if I could, how a certain daughter went a little wacky at church yesterday. Her friends got to race around (during the service) disrupting everyone and having a swell time? Why couldn’t she? Fidget, fidget, twitch. Fidget, fidget, crumple paper. The minister told a good story about a rabbi who visited some monks, told them one of them was the Messiah. Fidget, fidget, melt-down. “Can we please skip coffee hour?” Sure.

“What did you get out of that service, hon? Anything?”

“Yes. Not really. Something about rabbits and monkeys?”

Merry Christmas and Happy Year of the Rat.

“A Rat Year is a time of hard work, activity, and renewal. This is a good year to begin a new job, get married, launch a product or make a fresh start. Ventures begun now may not yield fast returns, but opportunities will come for people who are well prepared and resourceful. The best way for you to succeed is to be patient, let things develop slowly, and make the most of every opening you can find. People born in an Earth Rat are said to be logical realists, shrewd, charming, ambitious, and inventive. Of course, the entire horoscope must be considered when making any personality assessment.”

I’m a Dragon. Surprise. You?

WM

Oh, that BlackFriend, my BBFF (Black Best Friend Forever), she’s all “write, write!” I’ll give you bullets and that is it:

* I am job-hunting again.

* I am working on my manuscript and getting distracted by numerous things including 1) laundry 2) ringing phones 3) cats 4) husband wanting things 5) children wanting things 6) shopping for a. groceries and b. Christmas and c. baking

* We’re not moving.

* Didn’t see that coming, did you?

* Sigh.

* Puts cat out, calls it a day.

* Last night we bought a new car. Today we had my husband’s company holiday dinner, my son’s classroom’s puppet show and my daughter’s church Christmas pageant dress rehearsal.

* I’m wiped out.

* kisses.

* WM

Go learn some new words and donate rice at the same time.

(Thanks, Wacky Cousin, who found this one.)

I’m eating handfuls of Hershey Kisses, as I am wont to do, and I stop to read the little labels, because I’ve suddenly noticed that they don’t say (as they should) Hershey Kiss. Instead, they say:

Oops

I miss you!

We should go out!

I hate Mondays

and…

I (Heart) Satan.

(Not really, on that last one, but that’s what I expected.)

You know that feeling you get, when you’ve fallen asleep at 10 p.m. for a change, instead of midnight or 1 a.m., as usual, and the alarm goes off at 6 a.m. and you’ve gotten a full 8 hours sleep? You’re thinking, “I am ready to face the day. Bring it on, day — dishes, something involving hockey, laundry, hockey gear strewn hither and yon, whimsical children, the media, approximately 1,000 new readers every day who expect… something, what I do not know, the cat puking, the other cat puking, the unmet deadlines, the boxes yet to pack — Bring. It. On.”

Then you realize it’s Saturday.

“I’m wide awake/I’m not sleeping.” — U2

PS — NAWACOTID is going well, even on days other than Wednesday. Yesterday I stopped myself four, possibly five times from typing something and hitting “submit.” Today? I’m watching Mrs. Flinger’s video over and over, cuz it’s that sweet.

PSS — I don’t know what these new readers are expecting — more on school politics? An expose of North Portland drug houses? Sex tips? They’re probably not thinking “cat puke and cute babies.” Ha! I know what you guys like to hear about, Usual Suspects.

PPSS — Go read Vixen’s story about her son. It will blow your mind.