Tuesday, July 31, 2007

IKEA

Billy the Bookcase says "hello!"

What's not to love?

Re: Your Brains

Because mine are kind of mushy right now. Jonathan Coulton is one of my favourite lyricists and songwriters. That's my way of saying that while you may never have a Spiritual Experience listening to his stuff, you sure will laugh at all the clever witticisms.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Zen Sarcasm

In a stupefying fit of complete lackidaisicalness, I give you my favourite Zen Sarcams:

~ Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone.

~ The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire.

~ It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.

~ Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else.

~ Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

~ If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.

~ Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.

~ If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.

~ A closed mouth gathers no foot.

~ Duct tape is like 'The Force'. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.

~ Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.

~ Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night

Oh yeah. We saw Premonition last night. Ehhhhh.

I didn't like it even though it was well-made, had great acting, interesting plot etc, because I thought it was a shitty ending. If you've seen it or are never going to see it, I'll tell you why. On the plus side, though, there was some nice eye candy for both MuNKi and myself.

In other news that blasted tooth fairy forgot Fishy's tooth last night. Fortunately for her, so did he. So, crafty being that she is, she did the switch in the afternoon, and then innocently asked whether he'd thought to check under his pillow. Score: Mama - 1 CRS Diesease - a big fat ZERO.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

C D B


U C D B?


S. I C D B.


I C D B 2. D B S A B-Z B, S-N D?


O! R S D B?


C U 8-R B!

With thanks to William Steig.

Friday, July 27, 2007

In Which One Letter Says So Much

So most of you know that we started our garage sale today. OMG what a lot of crap we've accumulated in the last 4 yrs. :-P This, I think, is why it was good to move every 2 years. Even though, yeah, it was sucky.

Mollusc pointed out this morning that there is only one letter separating "Garage Sale" from "Garbage Sale." One letter, and maybe nothing else.

We did OK today. I was thrilled to sell a toddler bed, and equally unthrilled when it unsold again. :-/ My friends moved their big pieces and I got rid of some junk, too, though my kids made more $ than I did.

Surprisingly, it's been Mollusc who has been the taskmaster when it comes down to purging things. Usually, she's the sentimental one. But this time I heard her saying "One big elephant and three babies. We don't need three babies. One, or two?" And in reply to the immediate arguments from the peanut gallery, "Have you EVER seen a mother elephant with three babies?" ^_^

Once all the work of getting stuff ready is done, the good part comes - sitting with friends, chatting, and doing occasional math; drawing chalk outlines of the littles in the driveway to amuse them, eating together and hassling the bigs about bringing out more stuff if they really want to buy something from their friends. :-)

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Diesel You Can Afford




It's here! Diesel that will give you unlimited mileage for one low price, and is environmentally friendly to boot.

That's right, folks! Diesel is releasing a compilation in actual book form of his best blog posts, paired with some never-before viewed, untouched-by-human-hands, freshly mattress-tagged, non GMO, non-pesticide, non-tested-on-animals, organic, preservative-free material. "Antisocial Commentary: From the Secret Files of the Mattress Police" is going to be published on 8/15, but you can start placing “pre-orders” on Diesel's fabulous site on 7/26. That's right! Today!! It’s going to retail for $11.95 + S&H for those poor sods who aren't in the know, but you can pre-order a signed copy for $9.95 with free shipping. Does life get any better? Well, Daniel Craig could phone you up I guess. And if you buy this book, maybe he will.

I adore Diesel for many reasons, not the least of which being that be bribed me to write this post. ;-) From Caption contests to cutting edge Geographical and Celebrity News, to Bold Political Commentary, he never fails to make me laugh. And if I can't laugh with him, I can always laugh AT him. ^_^

Now, of course, like the rest of the world already does, you could just read Diesel's posts for free on his blog, but bringing these glorious works to paper opens up whole worlds of new possibilities -- toilet paper and lopsided origami fodder being just two possible uses. Why not rip out a particularly relevant post, fold it into a paper airplane (with a very sharp nose) and sail it into your boss's office? If you're lucky, you might even hit him/her in the eye. Or go evangelical on someone's ass and nail "Harry Potter and the Inevitable Slide into Satanism" to their door (preferably in the middle of the night.) You might consider smacking a troublesome co-worker upside the head with this gem, or buying 200,000 copies and dropping them on Canada from a low-flying aircraft in an effor to promote World Peace.

Really, the possibilities are endless. And so are the laughs. :)

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Mishmash

I'm doing the chicken-with-its-head-cut-off thing this week. After I teach this morning, I'll likely be getting ready for our big garage sale until class and sparring tonight. We're making good headway, but I wish we had another week or two. But since we're doing this in conjunction with some other families in the sub and they're putting out the big sign, we're trying to take advantage of the higher traffic.

I took what I think were some interesting birth photos last night, so I'll try to share those soon.

In the meantime, please discuss the most random things you can dredge up. ^_^

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Potter Pics



It's really bright out here!


Carpe Noctem. If it ever comes.


Caught by the prize patrol!


This is fun!


Jelly slug?


Bertie Botts vomit flavour!


Eeeeew!


Is it a permanent tattoo?


It's cold!


But cool!
(I was going to get this as a tramp stamp to surprise MuNKi, but they were only doing arms and faces. ^_^ )


Dragon for Prawn


Friend's dragon. Sweet!

***Don't read the caption below the next picture if you don't want a slightly veiled
spoiler.***


Photographic evidence (if a bit blurry) that we were right all along.


Sluggie ♥ Snape


OMG! Actual BOOOOOOOKS!!!!!


Almost made it!



Day 2


Someone cough up a copy for ME already!


Unimpressed.
(and Sky Chair™)

My last statement (below) contains a reference to the book. It's not a spoiler, but you might want to skip it anyway.

And FTR I ♥ MOLLY WEASLEY!!!!

I think she got the best line in the book. ^_^

Just One Word

Excellent!

Harroin

I dislike drug references. They make me uncomfortable. But I like puns too much to pass up on this title. :-P ^_^

The new Harry is stinking great so far. We bought another copy at Sam's today and things work like this:

Mollusc reads one. Sluggie reads one. I commandeer one, read a chapter or two and give it back, then go steal the other one, read a chapter or two and give it back. I convince Sluggie to play a computer game while I read another chapter or two. I convince her she's having too much fun to quit and read some more. I finally return it and send Mollusc to the shower, stealing her book as soon as she she sets it down.

This book does not have any slow places so far. It's addictive. But to be nice (and here is where you must award me Mother of the Year or perhaps Century) I prise the book from my hand and allow the girls to take it to bed while MuNKi and I watch a movie. This is not easy. This is painful. I find myself shaking and delirious. Is that a dementor in the corner? Hermione is giggling and waving at me from the other couch. She wants me to go and get the book back. No! I can do this!

Who am I kidding? No I can't. Accio book! Accio book! Why isn't it working? Accio book dammit!!

I struggle through the Russell Crowe film. The trembling won't stop and Russell doesn't look nearly as hot as usual. Jeff doesn't get nearly enough lines. That guy who's in everything these days appears, and his wistful ogling of Christie's bum almost distracts me, but I can feel myself sliding back into that pit of desperation. I need the book. Nothing is good without the book. The book makes everything sharper, brighter, and better-smelling.

The stupid film doesn't have a blooper reel. WTF is wrong with directors these days?! How am I supposed to keep going like this? There are 3 Russell Crowe music vids on the menu, and a desperate mashing of buttons on the remote produces 3 songs with pretty good melody, rather decent singing and crap lyrics. Oh the humanity!

One of those kids had better be asleep by now. That's all I can say.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Night Owl

How long do you think I would have to stay up to snatch the book from the hands of a finally sleeping child?

It will be like the Tooth Fairy. Only in reverse. And with a book. And no tooth.

This is the very last first time I get to read a new Harry Potter book. I've decided to try and savour it as much as possible.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Who's Giddy?

OMG now that we have our wristband, it is really sinking in.

If you were at our house today you would hear random shouts of:

"Who's excited?"

"Who's giddy?"

and

"Olé!"

You would be treated, as well, to rousing renditions of "The Mysterious Ticking Noise."

The kids are bouncing off the walls. Well, they're currently swinging and singing (the Mysterious Ticking Noise Song) and shouting, but you know. *I'm* bouncing off the walls.

This is something the likes of which my kids may never see again. I'm excited for me, but mostly, I'm excited for them.

"I've found the source of the Mysterious Ticking Noise; it's a pipe bomb!"

"Yaaaaaaaaaaay!"

Day Zero!!

OK peeps! Technically, this is Pottergasm day! (it's 12:10pm) Wow, huh?

After a chat with Amanda, I realised that I would need to call the store in the morning and find out more about expected crowd sizes, limitations on customer numbers, etc. Yikes. I think we're going to have to skive off of red-belt classes. We need some of Fred and George's Skiving Snack Boxes. ^_^

It's not so bad if we do. We busted our butts in class today. Bigtime. I got plenty of exercise just laughing during warmups after the guy behind me made a comment during jumping jacks that I immediately misinterpreted. MuNKi joined in the frivolity immediately, realising instantly what I must have heard (or thought I'd heard) and there was some general silliness from there on out. I love this group of people! :)

We had a full house and got paired up on bags and worked so stinking hard! I soaked my entire shirt just in class. Usually it takes class and sparring to do this. Sorry if that's TMI. It just feels really amazingly great to work like that and come out still smiling. ^_^ And then it was on to sparring, where I got paired up with the sweatiest guy in class for drills. He literally rains on the floor. Seriously. That was a good match-up since we both have long legs. We killed ourselves even more, and still managed to have a good time. Somehow the guys paired up beside us both got broken. But they'll be OK. It wasn't anything serious.

Earlier today the sky opened up and just dropped an ocean on us. It was amazing! I love thunderstorms. The Littles and I left the house in dry weather, though there was a bolt of lightning rending the sky in front of us. By the time we got to the stoplight by the library (a block-ish away) it was HAILING. And when we reached the library about a minute later, I could barely see a thing. I let the Littles out and parked (fortunately the closest spot possible was available) and then RAN. Didn't matter. I was drenched. What fun! The wind was blowing like crazy. I gathered the herd, and we watched the wind and rain for a bit, then RAN to the car. Well, some of the girls started running the wrong way (towards where we always park) and by the time we were all in the van, yes, we may as well have been swimming.

When we got home, there was no lightning left, so the Bigs played out in the rain and hail. What fun. :) I love when the weather is hairy like that.

Have a very Harry day. ^_^

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Rise and Shine!

I usually like to wake the kids up by putting in a CD in the morning. It has to be better than coming awake to a screeching alarm (or mother for that matter.) Vivaldi and general Baroque come in handy a lot for this, but there are plenty of other choices. Today it's Genticorum. The songs are peppy, foot tapping, hip shaking things that you can't ignore. The often raucous tunes are sometimes accompanied by bawdy lyrics. Good thing they're all in French.

What I'd like to know this morning, though, is whose John Mayer CD is that in the drawer and how did it get there? Also, my legpad is still missing. I'm beginning to suspect that there may have been some sort of horrifying improbability incident.

What are you listening to today?

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

What I Would Like to Know

is how in the hell can I lose a leg pad between my sparring bag and the wash?!?! I mean really.

Grrrrrrr!!!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

7 Things

• I have a bruise on my right bicep and forearm from "string slap*." (I'm left-eyed. And yes, I was holding it wrong. My funky-shaped elbows don't help.)

• I made a little boy cry in class this morning, but I think he still loves me. (Don't worry, I only gave him pushups because he wasn't listening/obeying.)

• Teaching big kid class was a success. (I'm doing all the morning classes this week.)

• We had our first harvest of Perilla leaves, and a yummy lunch of rice and leaves with sauce. Fishy was so excited!

• Class was a big workout, but fun!

• Sparring made me sweat my whole entire shirt up. I love sparring.

• 3 more days!!!

*And archery term that means exactly what it sounds like it would.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Time for the Quarterly Kitchen Disaster Report

OK, so in actuality, I'm only good at maybe 4 things. It's amazing, really, that MuNKi has held onto me this long. Perhaps he keeps me purely for my entertainment value. Yes, it's time for another Kitchen Disaster Report. ^_^

So Sluggie wanted "Zebra Cake" for her birthday, which made my day, because after 29 birthday cakes, I just kind of dread making them. :-P Zebra cake is simple, though. Piece of -- well, you know.

However.

Who knew that those stupid Nabisco™ wafers would be as hard to find as they are? And also, since when do I read directions? (Just ask MuNKi) I think I got my fill of that whilst fixing expensive aircraft, so now I just like to be free and let it all flow in creative ways, ya know? Usually.

Now the last time I whipped cream, it never ah, stiffened. I hear it happens to everyone, but it had never happened to me before. That's the kind of thing that happens to Other People, you know? In retrospect, this was probably due to the bowl being too warm, but yesterday I thought that maybe I ought to read the directions instead of just beating the stuff indicriminately on high speed.

Lo and behold, the carton directed me to "beat at a low and consistent speed." Yup. So I did.


Can you guess what I made?

It was like living in Little House on the Prairie. I made butter! ^_^

But, yeah, that is not the greatest for gluing together chocolate wafers for zebra cake, so MuNKi had to bring me more cream.

In the meantime, we have some rather sweet butter for our toast and jam.

***

In other news, we continued our decluttering mission today. This time we worked in the basement, rockin' out to some very inspirational tunage from ~d. (Thanks ~d!!)

Of course, once we found the hula hoops, productivity suffered a sharp decline. ^_^

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Oh Crap

I'm not going to use that tired old cliche about raining and pouring. And I'm not going to talk about things coming in 3s. No, realli.



The funny thing is, that the moment MunKi opened his mouth to tell me the news today, outta the blue, I knew exactly what was coming. He said something like "So this isn't as bad as it could be. . ." and I finished the whole thing. We're scary psychic like that sometimes.


Life is dealing us an interesting card. :-P Several weeks ago, MuNKi got an email from the Company Prez saying that it had just come to his attention that some employees had company cars. MuNKi being one of those. (Duh. His job entails driving, driving, and driving, among other things. The company car was part of the hiring contract.) The BAD part was that this fuckwad wanted to change that. Well shit.

We haven't been a 2 car family since I-don't-know-when. I've never really liked the idea, and plus, it's just not practical $-wise. In the past, if I needed to have the car, I'd drop MuNKi off at work at voila. But not with this job, since with this job, MuNKi must have the car all day, every day. Shit. Did I mention, Shit?



So the good news is that they're at least going to give him a car allowance if he gets a car that follows the set rules: must be a 4 door (shit - we actually could have used a truck for hauling crap here and there at times), must be 4 yrs old or younger (shit - that ain't cheap), and, OK, I don't really know what else. I hope it doesn't have to be American. Because unpatriotic (and extremely unDetroitish) though it may seem, I'm tired of paying repairs for those pieces of shit. And can I just add that I will never EVER own a Ford again? Besides Toyotas are made here now anyway.



The bad news is that car insurance here in Detroit is close to, if not THE highest in the country. The van is listed with me as primary (spotless driving record - touch wood) and the company car is insured by MuNKi's work. So "this is stink." (to use a Miyazaki line)



The good part, is that we could use this 2nd car for anything we like, not just MuNKi's work. So I could even use it if need be. But CRAP. I have a feeling that this is going to end up costing us. *weeps*



I did, for about a half second, toy with the thought of MuNKi upgrading the van to something younger to meet requirements and myself biking to TKD with the chitlins. But going on our sidewalkless main street with 4 kids - esp the 5 and 7 yr olds - seems like a kind of crappy idea if you know how MI drivers can be. And we certainly couldn't do it in uniform, so add backpacks into the equation, which even then might not be so bad, except that this whole scenario would suck big monkey balls come winter's frost, slush, ice and snow.



I so did not say that. Please continue on as if nothing had happened.



We bought a new dishwasher today. I guess # 3 is on the way. Any bets? *big breath*

Red Letter Day

Fishy Rocked the test! I'm stupendously proud. ^_^ Red belt is a big deal. Things really get taken to a new level at red belt. To my immense pride, that very morning, Fishy discovered how to bring a new level of intensity to his forms and blocking sets, popping his dobok sleeves and legs with each block, punch and kick. Hoo ya!



Master: For red belt you have to break 3 boards. (messing with Gogo)


Master: Can you do it?
Fishy: Yes, Sir!

Of course he only really had to break one. But he was prepared. ^_^ My breaking pics are blurry though.



He was squealy-giddy with pride. ^_^



Check out the Master's insanely cool old belt. It's older than Sluggie.



Speakinawhich, 10 years ago today, I gave birth for the second time. Sluggie entered the world at 1:21 am after some thrilling back labour, a doctor with too-big hands, and some frustration with various nurses telling me I was dilated to "5 cm" "7 cm" "4 cm" "8 cm" "6cm" WTF? You can't go backwards! Give me a damn epidural already. Of course I waited too long and it only "took" on one side. The doc (whom I'd never met before in my life) said it was too late to be helped. The anasthaesiologist patted my arm and said in a conspiratorial undertone that he'd get me fixed up anyway. I think I French kissed him at that point. ;)

MuNKi had asked to be able to do as much as he was allowed, so the doc told him to suit up and then he let MuNKi do it all, with the exception of slipping a finger under Sluggie's chin and whisking the umbilical cord off from around her neck.

When only her head was out, Sluggie lifted it up and looked straight at her daddy. Holy crap! That kinda wigged him out a little. Needless to say, she's always been a physically gifted child, LOL! MuNKi caught her exceptionally well - no fumble, no foul. The tips of Sluggie's ears were flat against her head and not rolled down yet, which freaked out my MIL. (MIL and my mom were both in the room for this birth) But Sluggie knows that that's what made her an elf-child, and treasures this tidbit. :)



Wow. Double digits. A decade ago, I was blessed with a second daughter. A smart, witty, quirky, athletic, loving elf-child who has a gift with babies and children and a great bond with all her sibs. Life is good. ^_^

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Nervosity

My little boy is testing for his TKD red belt today. He was nervous yesterday and didn't want to test, but I checked him and he knew all the answers and did his blocking sets and forms just fine. He lightened up and I don't think he's even thinking about it this morning.

I, on the other hand, am so nervous that after my shower I almost went out to the car naked to get the hairbrush (left in there after swimming.) And then I thought "Crap! I'm naked."

And promptly almost did it again.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Girly Shit

So I hung out with my friend BG (Boobies Galore - a mutually agreed upon moniker ^_^) and her kids today at the pool and at home, and we laughed ourselves silly over various raunchy things. It was good to have some girly time like that.

When we got to the house, there was a special surprise waiting for us: a catalog called As We Change. I mean, what is that? Clothes? Uh, no. It's a very pansy-assed allusion to menopause. How does one get on these lists?

"Who on earth would wear a bra like that?!" (pick your poison)

This was one of BG's first comments, and I have to say she's right. I mean, sure, if you wanted giant-ass, triple-armoured boobie bags to hold your breastages and nipple hiders, maybe. But you can tell from the models' faketastic grins that they're thinking "I can't believe I'm wearing this monstrosity. How much longer will I be in this hell, and where's my damn check?"

I find the nipple hiders particularly ironic, since other catalogues sell fake nipples to produce exactly the opposite effect. Which is silly, because anyone can tell you that 10 years of breastfeeding can produce this effect for absolutely no money at all. Duh.

Other things they feel I may be desirous of purchasing include:

~ Slimming garments, because I want to look sexy while simultaneously trying to convince men that I have no nipples

~a scarf that has pockets and will clip onto my beltloops, because I'm going to get dementia and either lose track of my scarf (in which I had conveniently stored all or most of my Earthly belongings) or accidentally strangle myself with it if I don't secure it to my person. Then again, with that bra on, strangulation could be just the thing.

~silicone boobie enhancers because I want men to admire my giant-ass, nippleless breasts. The giant-ass bras will hold more cookies, so why not buy a 6 pack?

~Breast lifts that will make my boobs appear to be floating, and additionally move them out to the sides in case I get tired of being able to use my arms. Raising the nippleless area is important.

~a supplement called VasoRect; a word clearly made of the root words "vaso" (blood vessel) and "rectum," which is a root I don't really want to associate with blood

~Plenty of sex enhancement stuff in case I actually bag a nipple-hating man

~a cheese grater for my feet, in case I suddenly need tacos and can't find any dairy products

~ointment and bandages to repair the damage

~a vibrator that looks like a lipstick Considering that I now have dementia, this means that I also own lipsticks that look like a vibrator. I smell trouble. And possibly an awkward explanation at the gynecologist's office.

~"hair removal from head to toe" so I can get rid of the hair that is only going to cause me trouble, and do something about those unsightly Hobbit feet.

~ the FPT, because your physical therapist wants you to have one

and finally, something to boost Brain Power. Counterproductive, IMO. Wouldn't that discourage repeat orders?

Escapism

I'm rounding up the herd and whisking them off to Kensington Park to meet friends and check out the new sprayscape/waterslides. I'm kind of annoyed that it's $3 per person when the sprayscape in Pontiac is free. But this is sooo much closer. And the waterslides look cool.


Could someone please put sunscreen on the silly strip on my lower back for me? I always end up with the stupidest tans. Actually, I think I already have a brown strip there so there's no point in trying. I also have some very odd tan splotches on the sides of my upper thighs. Apparently I'm going for the holstein look.



If we stay long enough, it will be on to the co-op from there, which means that I might just be able to avoid looking at/thinking about the dishwasher for the better part of the day. Hooray for denial!



Update: it's 58 degrees. We're aborting to the Milford pool, for which I still have paid swims. No working on that holstein then, but if they're closed again (stuff like that has happened to us several times there) I'm going to have a cow.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu$%!!

There will be swearing. You have been warned. I've been a potty-fingers all week anyway. If you don't like swearing, now is the time to turn back. Well, after the next 2 paragraphs, more accurately.

Weird night at TKD. I was ranking student except for the Master's wife, who tends to hang out at the back due to ankle injuries, so I was appointed to do warm-ups. Then, after kicks, the Master had me lead everyone in forms while he took the 3 noobs to teach one-on-one (OK one-on-three.) OK THAT is a new one. I goggled at his wife for a moment and she was all "Don't look at ME!" LOL. So I led forms with a walkthrough for everyone for the first times through, and then put them on autopilot for the second. Surprisingly I didn't hose anything up. Yay. I guess teaching the Kid Classes has gotten it firmly ingrained in my head. There were only 3 of us staying for sparring, so we figured we'd get sent home, but it turns out he had us work on paddles, which is really fun. He holds the paddles out in different ways - presenting different targets of opportunity - and we have to react appropriately. Hopefully anyway.

Oh, and I got felt up at class. Sluggie is a total kid magnet and she was holding this adorable 2 year old boy with white-blonde hair. He looks so much like Fishy did at that age. And he turned to me and put his hand right on my boob. G (classmate of squeaker prank fame) was just looking all goggle-eyed, which made me laugh, and I told the toddler "you can get awway with that becase you are 2." ^_^

But on to the fuckitivity. Because frick and frack and frig and all that shit is too mild. We get home from TKD and I notice a puddle on the floor in front of the dishwasher. You know what's coming. I open the door and see lotsa water and suds still in there. Not good. I close the door and latch it again and it turns on again. WTF?? It should have been done hours ago. And now it's pumping steam out from somewhere at the top (right about where that flappy black thing I've never seen before is half falling out of the door) and burning the piss out of my hands. (not that my hands are commonly full of piss, but. . .) Shit. (Ok, no, they're not often full of shit either - well, unless I'm putting shit away, but Efo knows that doesn't happen much. ;) )

Why does the timing on these things always have to be so damn bad?

On a totally unrelated note, I have 90 things checked out from the library, 6 holds, and a $0.25 fine. I do love the library.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Echo Echo Echo. . .

In spite of having 5 kids in the house, it's kinda lonely here now without the Monkey or the MuNKi. I find myself despondently haunting blogs, looking for adult conversation. Damn, am I spoiled or what?



The Naughty Monkey is throwing poo at Amanda's blog. I don't think he liked this pic that much, but I do because you can see what a silly/fun guy he is. :)


Feigning Innocence and grooving with Hello Kitty. He'll probably tell you that's where one of the girls was crashing for the night, but that's really his blankie.


"What have I gotten myself into, and how can I get out?!?"


Yeah, not sure about my face/head there. Wonder where Monkey Boy's other hand is. . . I was probably reliving a Merlin moment or something.

I thought there were more pics, but I guess they're all in my head. Mollusc gets photo credits for the last 2.

Egads!

What a night! :)

Since Egan had a company dinner, I went to my TKD class, but skived off of sparring, thus receiving a rash of shit when people found out why I was cutting out early. Especially with
GuTTer MuNKi having just left town.

We finally met up with Egan at around 10pm when he was forced to accept the fact that I wasn't going to be put off by excuses. He was worried about that being late for the kids. Little did he know. ^_^

Since Starbucks was shutting down, and neither of us really felt like spending $ gratuitously on food we didn't need, we decided to head out here to the house. The same house that I had told myself only hours before did not need a frenzied pickup, because it wasn't like we were going to end up here or anything. So, much to my chagrin, the house was (and still is) at pretty much an all-time low, messiness-wise, except for the room pictured in the post below. Egan very graciously assured me that he'd seen worse. Apparently he traveled through Nagasaki back in '45.

The kids and I had planned on watching
Merlin and staying up most of the night, as this is becoming a tradition while GuTTer MuNKi is gone. They were determined to start it at midnight or later, so after some comfortable gabbing, the revelation of Sluggie's abysmal lack of US geography knowledge, some playing with Fishy's tornado in a bottle, and the obligatory blogsurf, we fired up the movie. Merlin is a 3 hour movie, and we started it at about 2:45 I think. That will give you some idea of when it finished. ^_^ Egan tucked The Prawn into her floor nest when she finally passed out, and Fishy conked out a little later, but the rest of us managed to keep going, with the aid of coffee and Pepsi. You'd be surprised at the amazing amount of sexual innuendo you can find in that film. I mean seriously. It's rife with "magical growing sticks" and yanking on swords and suchlike. Egan and I giggled like schoolkids through most of the film.

The cats were able to magically sense Egan's famous love for all felinekind, and showered him with kitty love and fur. Even Enya. Enya, who never comes out for new people. Enya, who is terrified at the very thought of strangers. Enya, who decided to rub her teeth on Egan's toes and stomp back and forth across his legs, wave her tail around in his face and settle behind his shoulder on the couch. I think Egan did get a bit of a start when Emmett decided to attack Enya while she was loafing there. She makes really loud noises when that happens.

The light of day was breaking when the movie ended, so it was off to the trampoline to wake Egan up for the drive back to the hotel. The safety net is high, but Egan can jump higher. After I fished the kids out of the woods and splinted Egan's leg, he hopped into his PT cruiser and drove off into the sunset rise.

It was a wonderful day/s. I do have pics, so when the other machine is up and running, I'll put some up. If Egan offers me an appropriate bribe, I'll only put up the ones he liked. If you offer me more, I'll do them all. ;)

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Hairrowing

I woke up in a tizzy about meeting Monkey Boy today, and I have nothing brilliant to say. The pictures say it all, anyway, I think.








I want to get rid of the antenna, but MuNKi uses it when he tries to watch a race now and then. Oh well.









And the "Hairrow." ^_^






Monday, July 09, 2007

Angelic



Yesterday was exhausting but fun. I don't think we got any fantabulous pictures, but the show was awesome. The Blue Angels are still my favourite demo team, in spite of my loyalty to the Air Force. :) But I think something was wrong with Fat Albert, because last time that part was a lot more spectacular. I don't think the JATO bottles even lit this time. I saw no fire at all, whereas last time I remember it looking exactly like this. But the Fat Albert part is just the warm up, anyway. And it was still cool.

I've been checking out author Bruce Littlefield's site. His book Garage Sale America sounds like a lot of fun. And with our big sale coming up, it should be inspirational reading. If I can get my hands on a copy, I'll be one step closer to World Domination. ^_^ Be sure to head on over to Blondeblogger's blog and enter her contest!

Nothing earth-shattering pic-wise, but at least you can get the idea. . .






Don't try this at home.


No, realli.

At times, the separation between wingtips is a mere 18". O_O






In other news, it was haircut day for the boys yesterday, and in a bizarre twist on the usual buzz, I cut an arrow into Fishy's hair. Well, out of it. It's like a mowhak, but shaped like an arrow. Think the Avatar with hair instead of tattoos. I'm not sure how long he'll keep it like that, but it's entertaining. Yeah, I know. I should take a picture.

And in spite of making an effort to slow down, I still finished the 6th Harry Potter book last night. Hope I remember all the details when the new one comes out. After all this Pottering, I find weird words popping randomly into my head. Like "bubotuber pus."
Pics of the decluttered room later today.

No, realli. ^_^