I would like to swing on a star, if it meant getting out of the house.

Also, I would like to point out that a whole week off for Thanksgiving is an awfully long break. (We had conferences for two days, beginning of week, so it wasn’t such a long break for the staff.) If we had traveled for the holiday, it would have been just right, but since we stayed home? And I had (have) bronchitis? It was a long haul. The kids are squirrelly, Hockey God’s birthday was not all it could have been, but I’m not wheezing like I was.

As one of my girlfriends phrased it, listening to me over the phone, “Oh, good. You’re wheezing on the inhale and the exhale.”

Happy Saturday, everyone. Salud.

“How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?”

— Plato

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, Y’ALL! wm

Thursday Thirteeners and Usual Suspects,

That Vixen. She kills me. She tagged me for a meme, “A Little About Us.” Cuz you know — Hockey God and I wrote the book of love. Steve, mi amor, I adore you.

The basic facts: (more…)

Just got back from doc and good news is… Mom came over and I didn’t have to take 3 kids with me! Daughter, son, and son’s lil friend, who is playing with us today. He adds a balance and kindness to our house that is often lacking. He is peacekeeper and little sweetheart. For example, he showed up with brownies for the kids, and his own lunch, which he had packed himself. Then he fed himself lunch when he got hungry. Also, he eats whatever I feed him. And he says, “Excuse me…” when he needs something. Our household is a more low-key place when he is here. His mother would like me to interject here, “I don’t think she’s talking about my kid, cuz that’s not the story at our house. So I don’t know whose kid she’s talking about.”

I’m grateful for friends.

And family. I am grateful for my mom, who is RETIRED and apparently has no desire to take on a part-time job. “I want to hang out with my grandkids,” sez she. Yay, just a big ol’ yay!!!

More good news! I don’t have pneumonia! Just bronchitis! Woot!!! Thank you amoxocillin you are my friend. Add a “grateful” for modern medicine.

Happy Thanksgiving, you all. I am grateful for you. And for not having pneumonia. Also, I’m grateful for my husband, our families, our friends and community (online and off) and the way the sun is shining.

And I’m grateful for NAWACOTID because, om, zen.

Farewell — off to lie on couch and wait ’til antibiotics kick in.

(I’m updating this same post daily, so I qualify for NoPoMoFoMamaLamaDingDong!!!!!!! Don’t let it confuse you. WM)

(It’s Wednesday, and you know what that means — NO ARGUING WITH ASSCLOWNS ON THE INTERNET DAY — NAWACOTID. If you’re in, send me an e or leave a note in comments and I’ll link you. In the spirit of Thanksgiving, maybe we should extend it on into Thursday. And maybe go way out on a limb and say “No arguing with assclowns in real life for the next couple of days.” Whew. I’ll try, but no promises. Love and kisses, WM)

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You know what? FUCK SCHOOL POLITICS.

My kids are off school all week, it’s Thanksgiving, it’s my husband’s birthday, I’m happy, I got to hang out with one of my girlfriends yesterday and none of our kids, life is sweet.

I’m running recipes all week long. I started earlier today with: (more…)

No doctor visits/
Just touching base, Joe/
Check out Bling Bling watches/
Double Your Money in Record Time/
Protect your loved ones/
I couldn’t understand some parts of this article, but it sounds interesting/
No any risk for you, just contact me/
Set your lassie on fire/
Drinking wine/
Ease the pain/
Make your beloved woman worship/
Personalized Letters from Santa Claus!

the end

copyright 2007 WM

(Will this make my junk mail problem worse? I get about 2,000 a day. I counted. Happy Saturday night!)

All that Hockey God wants for his birthday is:

CHOCOLATE BUTTERSCOTCH SCOTCHEROOS

1 c. corn syrup
1 c. peanut butter
1 (6 oz.) pkg. chocolate chips
1 c. sugar
6 c. Rice Krispies
1 (6 oz.) pkg. butterscotch chips

In large saucepan, cook corn syrup and sugar over medium heat, stirring frequently, until mixture begins to boil. Remove from heat. Stir in peanut butter. Mix in cereal.

Press in buttered 9 x 13 pan. Melt over hot (not boiling) water chocolate chips and butterscotch chips, stirring constantly until smooth. Spread over cereal mixture. Chill until firm, about 15 minutes.

(Old family recipe.) (HA! HA!)

“Stick a candle in it and call it good.”
— Hockey God

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.

Hockey God is a good sport about the holidays. Well, not so much, but he tries. He’ll eat Thanksgiving dinner, and has even cooked it upon occasion. He’ll get a tree sometime before Dec. 25. Usually around Dec. 23. He’ll drink hot toddys, purchase and open gifts. As far as lights? Tinsel? Mayhem? The kids and I are on our own.

Our top five destinations, every year:

5) The Grotto’s Festival of Lights (Twenty years this year!)

4) Oregon Zoo Zoolights (Just remember, “Not all of the zoo is open. Only a few animals will be visible.” Yeah, most of them two-legged creatures, bitching because there’s no eggnog, and when is their kid’s band going to play, anyway? Heh heh.)

3) My mom’s house or sister’s house for appetizers, gifts and stockings

2) Winter Wonderland at PIR (Tacky, but fun.) (It’s kinda lame, but I love it.)

1) Peacock Lane (How I adore thee, Peacock Lane. I knew a girl in college whose family owned a home there. She used to throw birthday parties for her dog, wherein we would feed the dog cake, sing to her, and all get drunk. What a life. I have never taken the kids there yet. To Peacock Lane, not the dog party. Swear to God, it’s been raining every time we’ve attempted to go, eight years running now. Wish us luck…)

This year, I promised the kids we’d load up on extra Christmas outings because we’re not decorating the house. That’s right. I’m not packing/unpacking/repacking, etc. Christmas Ship Parade, here we come.

Hello, fellow shoppers,

I finally went to the new Portland IKEA.

It was scary. But I did get a new bed and a box of cookies out of the deal, so that’s something. (more…)