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…

1) blog
2) see my granny
3) get the kids to and from school
4) fix dinner
5) okay, think about fixing dinner
6) stir-fry and apple pie
7) make poems that rhyme: stir-fry and apple pie/way up high/up in the sky/woot!
8) no future as poet. blog on other blog.
9) study for my online course, Human Development
10) finally finish the first six chapters of the HONKIN’ HUGE textbook with the teeeeeeeeny-tiny little print
11) yes, i did get a pair of “progressives” due to the fact that “i cannot read such teeeeeeeeeeny-tiny-witsy-bitsy print.” but i can’t deal with using them, they make everything go skittery. Today, however, I have worn them for an entire hour. Well almost an entire hour.
12) i can feel old
13) but not as old as my granny
14) she sez: Count your blessings
15) try to sign up to take first exam, which must be skedded two weeks out. Get e-mail from anon. PSU person that says, Use Blackboard
16) find blackboard. Excuse me — Blackboard — even tho anon. person did not include url. Is it too much effin’ trouble to have attached the url, or is finding it part of the exam? (which even tho it is multiple-guess, i have profound terror of.) (of which i have a profound terror.) (even tho am solid A/B student.)
17) start watching Nova DVD, The Miracle of Life (Lennart Nilsson)
18) (I can also spell “Lennart Nilsson” correctly without even thinking about it)
19) (does that count for something? two extra points?)
20) “The fertilized egg, now with genetic material from both parents, moves through the tube through the uterus…” (hit pause on DVD. thank lucky stars am not pregnant. there are some benefits to this whole “getting older” thing.) (i ponder that for a minute. Yep, it’s okay to be in your forties.)
21) I need another cup of coffee. Get a cup of coffee (I love my thermos. Steve bought it for me so I can take Snow Snakes to hockey games. I always have a nice cuppa coffee ready. Or a Snow Snake.)
22) blog again.
23) Have I done enough for the day?
24) I think so. I’ll finish watching the DVD, though.
25) but first, the recipe for Snow Snakes: hot cocoa with a shot of peppermint schnapps, whipped cream on top drizzled w/ Creme de Menthe in the shape of a snake. Bon drinking!

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…)

My girlfriend Wendi would like me to tell you about the Animal Rescue Site. Go click. You can also buy a purple paw messenger bag. Who knew?

“I said I don’t like hippies
And I don’t like cornbread
And I don’t like much”

— “Fat Babies,” Lyle Lovett

You know how when you go to someone’s house, and their kitchen is filthy? And the bathroom is filthy? And you think Please God let me not have to take a pee while I’m here. And please, please…

…and then they say, Here, I fixed us a little something to eat!

And you’re thinking, If I eat that, I’m gonna get botulism or salmonella or something bad and damn, I don’t even like coleslaw get me out of here.

Or maybe that’s just me. Anyway, my goal, small though it may be, is to not be that person.

Here. Have a cooky.

Goddess Dooce is in Portland tonight, you going? I can’t make it, too much going on. Bummed about that but I’ll deal.

Have a superfine Monday. The kids are back in school, finally.

xxox

wm

Last week my grandma informed me that she was going to stop eating. And taking her medicine. And, eventually, living.

Then along came a platter of bacon. And the Cold War. (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

Cuz Twitter is okay, Facebook is okay, but Thee Blogs are the place you want to be when you have the flu, can’t sleep, and it’s 3:15 a.m.

Lucky in-laws. Lucky, lucky people, flying 2,000 miles to visit Chez Grippe. I’ll give them your sympathy, Internet, when I yell downstairs at them in a few hours I HAVE THE FLU I’M STAYING IN BED ALL DAY. TAKE THE KIDS, WHO’S NOT THROWING UP, WOULD YOU?

love,

wm