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August 31, 2005

Ire of the Fates

I've been holding these thoughts too closely the last few days -and needed them out in the air.

I've got that post 9/11 feeling. Know what I mean? Stunned. Disillusioned. Lucky. Guilty.

It's not my home that has been reduced to a pile of kindling. It's not my family wading through polluted waters to higher ground. It's not my baby transferred to a hospital all alone, with no idea where the parents are, or if they are even still alive. It's not the precious pieces of my life floating away with the receding tide.

Can you feel the weight of grief as thousands mourn the loss of homes and communities and lives? Their fear and worry are like physical pulls on my soul right now. And once again, my life and loves are all safe and sound. Warm, dry, fed, and clothed. Once more, I have been passed over, and others have not. Relief mingles with guilt. And fear. How many times will tragedy look past me? How long can I remain invisible to the fates? The Chinese fear to draw the attention of the gods-- because they are jealous and vindictive. In China, you never say anything is too good, because the gods will hear and take it from you. Sometimes I feel that way, even though the God I worship is the very fountain of all the good things in my life. He would not take them away in spite.

And yet, I know, my life has been strangely absent of tragedy. It scares me, because surely my number will come up soon. I'm due something really bad by now. You can't be untouched forever, right? What will it be? Cancer? An accident? Will I have the fortitude to survive my own personal Kasandra?

Tomorrow, I will probably go back to my house, which now has electricity. I will rake up the leaves, pick up the sticks, and put my life back into gear. Because I can. Because it's still there. But tomorrow- what will all these other people do? And the day after that, what then? Their lives are scattered along the coast in little bitty pieces, and I don't know how to make that any better.

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Aftermath

This is so frustrating! Still out of touch with King Pen, though we did speak once yesterday morning. I know he's fine, but I don't know how much food he has, what the conditions are there in Baton Rouge, etc. And not knowing if the electricity is on, or when it will come back on--- it immobilizes me. I can't make a decision on when to head back into BR until I know that. I did find out that Czarina's school is in session Thursday, but LSU won't meet again until next Tuesday.

So, what to do?

Also, I am increasingly concerned about my uncle and his wife. They live in Gulfport, and rode out the storm about five or six miles from the beach. They got a static-y call through to us Monday night and all we could make out was that they are okay. But now, water and food will begin to dwindle, and Kim has cystic fibrosis - and can't be without her medications and such. She does not need to tax her body AT ALL. Where are they? What are they eating? What are they doing??

Being incommunicado is such a helpless feeling.

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August 30, 2005

Emerging

Just letting y'all know we were safely away from home when Katrina hit, although Baton Rouge didn't even really have much of a problem other than electricity and downed trees. King Pen is still there, and our contact is very limited. I am at my mother-in-laws house in Monroe. We were at my parent's house during the storm, and lost electricity in Vicksburg. Not knowing when it would be restored, and having three kids who need hot water and such, we scooted over here to Monroe. We have lights but all the phone lines are busy and we can't make calls out. We can get calls IN though, so family members, PLEASE CALL ME HERE. I can't get you and I need to know how Uncle Clinton and Kim are, and want to touch base with everybody. You guys know the number.

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August 24, 2005

Adios

Headed out today in the first leg of our trip (to Atlanta) for my aunt's wedding. So, blogging will be sparse, if at all. Boo.

But I'll make it up to ya, I swears. Just gimme a chance, mister.

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August 21, 2005

From Here to There

“Oh, you don’t want to see that old picture,” she said, quickly flipping the page of the faded photo album.

“I most certainly do, “ I replied. “Don’t hold out on me, Aunt Betsy!”

She laughed as she turned back to the picture she knew I wanted to see. “I was hoping you’d miss this one,” she confessed. “It was a long time ago.”

I recognized the young woman in the picture by her smile. Aunt Betsy wore the same mischevious grin now as I sat across from her. She had been beautiful, in that handsome sort of way that women were during World War II. She was fresh faced and utterly refined, even sitting under the canopy of an ancient oak tree in a grass skirt. I was entranced with the image, with the perfect capture of her life before me. The photograph proclaimed her youth and spirit, something that still radiated from her, even at eighty-three years old.

She traced the black and white photograph lovingly. “This was taken out at Lake Washington.” I watched her face as she revisited the memory, and it was as compelling as the photograph. In her mind, she left the confines of her modest home, and traveled back to that sunny day so long ago.

“We snuck out into the woods to try that skirt on,” she confided in me. “We didn’t want to boys to see us, and of course, Papa would have had a fit if he’d have known. That was my girlfriend, Evelyn, right there,” she said, pointing to an identical picture of another young girl. “I don’t know where we got that skirt, but we wanted to see how it looked on us. Only place to go was out in the woods. So long ago,” she said with a sigh.

I imagined Aunt Betsy and her cohort, sneaking off to don the forbidden grass skirt, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Yes, it was a long time ago, I thought, when something so innocent as a grass skirt was the height of rebellion.

“Thank you, Aunt Betsy, “ I said as I hugged her tightly. “That was a neat story.” She looked away quickly, blinking back tears. “Look at her,” she said, tapping her image smiling up at us . “So young. So long ago. Evelyn’s dead now, you know. Almost everybody in this book has passed on.”

“But you have the pictures,” I reminded her. “And you have the memories. But most of all, you have the hope of reunion with all these friends and family one day.”

“True, true,” she agreed.

“And you know the other good thing?” I asked her.

“No, I don’t reckon that I do.”

“No dresscode in heaven. You can wear a grass skirt every day if you want. As a matter of fact, I think it’s mandatory on Fridays.”

She chuckled as she closed the book. “Thank you for coming to see me,” she said. "You don't know how much it meant."

“It was wonderful, Aunt Betsy. Thank you for sharing these things with me.”

As I left that day, it was with a new appreciation for Time. Time propels us into our youth, and out of it, until finally, time has no meaning or power at all. Death is not so much the demise of our physical bodies as it is the evaporation of Time itself. We do not cease to be, nor do we lose the things that make us who we are. But we are no longer bound by the rising and setting sun, by the passage of minutes or hours or years. We are preserved, perfected, and untouched by Time.

The memories that built our earthly lives, they are not gone, they are merely our stepping stones into eternity. And when we are there, when time has disappeared- we will all find our grass skirts once again. And that will just be the beginning of something that will never, ever end.

*Aunt Betsy is actually my grandfather's cousin, whom I met on my recent trip to north Mississippi. The story is true, but the telling of it was slightly embellished. (Cause I'm a Big Shot Writer, and we get to do that occasionally. Ahem.)

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August 19, 2005

Working For The Weekend

King Pen just walked out the door on a beer run (liquid bread, my friends) and he said, "I'll be back in a minute, Hon", to which I replied, "You're welcome- I mean, bye!" Coupled with the sticker eating incident, it's obvious that I am Mega Seriously Tired. I haven't looked forward to the weekend like this since Full House and the TGIF lineup. I'm exhausted. All I want to do for the next two days is chill. Chee-ul.

So, this is my plan:

Watch Steamboy, and a little Monty Python.
Address and send out Czarina's birthday invitations.
Put a roast in the crockpot Saturday night, and
Do some light housework (since we have folks coming for dinner Sunday!)
Shop. As in, for me. (whee! The world is my oyster!)
Work with Czarina on her numbers. (Professor Mom at your service)
Create my bulletin board masterpiece. (how craftelicious of me!! pics later, I promise)

And that's it. Nothing more. The bare essentials, plus a few goodies in there for fun.

Aahhh... the weekend. Never sounded so good! (well, at least not since Perfect Strangers and Mr. Belvedere got cancelled!)

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Am I Three Years Old?

I got distracted, and accidentally ate the sticker on the apple.

Whoops!

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Truth Has Wings

He coasted past me on his bike, nine or ten years old and an empty afternoon to fill. He looked back at me over his shoulder, and I smiled. Shy, but not unfriendly, he gave a little wave. Then, he turned forward again and dropped his hands to his side, balancing the bike with his knees. As he approached the hill and picked up speed, he put his arms out like wings, and glided like a bird. The joy of flight, of speed, of the wind in his hair - it was irresistible. He couldn't have contained himself even if he'd wanted to.

How sweet those moments, when what you feel on the inside is so easily and honestly expressed on the outside.

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The Duke

The saddest, cutest face ever.

And there's that shy little smile.

How lucky am I that I get to see this everyday?

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August 18, 2005

Drive Through Blogging

Not a lot of time to blog this morning, since King Pen is taking the laptop with him to do some stuff at work. But I'll give it a solid five minutes. How's that? Yeah, kinda lame, I know. Sorry. If you want, you can buy me another laptop, so I can blog at all hours of the day. It's just that easy, people! You could make it happen!

No takers? Oh well.

Okay, now on to the obligatory complaining about the August heat. This is the point in the summer when I begin to panic a little-- oh. my. gosh. Will it ever cool off? Even the nights are hot and sticky. I know the sun "supposedly"** goes down, but I'm beginning to get suspicious. Yeah, it's dark. But that heat is coming from somewhere, and somebody is responsible for it. Is it you, Moon? Are you getting an attitude with us? Do I need to come up there? See, I just don't think the Moon has it in him. I think the Sun is up to some funny business.

And I've gone on about that long enough. Just trust me- it's hot.

In other news, we've found a carpool partner for Czarina's school. I'm soooo excited. It takes 30 minutes to get her to school, so I end up on the road for 2 hours every day going back and forth. Guh. So, this is great- it saves me a lot of driving, time, and money. Huzzah!! Czarina is really loving school. Her teacher is fantastic, and she's learning a lot every day. It wears her out though- she's so tired in the afternoons, and a bit grumpy. Hopefully she'll adjust to the schedule in the next few weeks.

HeroBoy and The Duke seem to be settling in to the routine at home. HeroBoy is extra lovey to me, which is a special treat. It's hard to get him to slow down enough for hugs and kisses, so when he barrels into me for a little loving, I eat it up. He's got a soft spot for Mom.

Well, I'm getting the "Are you almost done?!" look from King Pen, so I must bid you adieu. (I still can't believe he wants to use the computer for something as banal as work!!)

Have a great day everybody!

**resisiting urge to irritate all my grammar buddies out there by writing"supposably"**

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August 16, 2005

Wonder What I've Been Up To Lately?

Well, here's what I did today.

4:45a - Feed The Duke
5:45 - Run- (THE SUN ISN'T EVEN UP YET.)
6:30 - Return from run, feed cat, wake Czarina up to get ready for school, make breakfast, pack lunch, take shower, while King Pen feeds The Duke.
7:30 - Take Czarina to school.
8:30 - Return home, feed The Duke, King Pen to work.
9:00 - The Duke down for nap.
9:00- 10:30 - Play with HeroBoy outside, morning snack, start laundry, make beds, etc.
11:00-11:45 - Feed The Duke, Wal-Mart run for diapers, pull-ups, etc.
12:00 - Return home, make lunch.
12:30- HeroBoy and The Duke down for nap.
1:30 - Feed The Duke, Wake HeroBoy to pick Czarina up from school.
1:45- Leave to pick up Czarina.
2:45- Return home, kids have snack and watch cartoons, while I do laundry.
4ish- Feed The Duke, set kids up with an afternoon craft, while I finish up house stuff.
5:00 - Start Dinner.
5:30 - King Pen home.
6:00 - Feed The Duke and continue making dinner, check email while King Pen plays with kids.
6:30 - eat dinner.
6:50- Kids in bath, and clean kitchen.
7:20 - kids in pajamas, teeth brushed, and Bible story.
7:45 - Kids in bed.
8:00- Big Brother.
9:00 - blogging, then bath, feed cat, then stock up on diapers, burpclothes, blankets, bottles for the night.
??- Bed.

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Watching

Have you guys seen To End All Wars?

Wow.

Just wow. It takes this concept to a whole new level.

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August 15, 2005

Brittany in Mediums

If you come to my house, you get to do all kinds of cool stuff. Just ask Uncle Jokey. We let him play with playdoh - and he created "Playdoh Brittany". The resemblence is truly eery.

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This One Goes Out to You

So my aunt's wedding is coming up, and the reception is going to be karaoke. (I don't care what you say, that rawks!) My question is, what song should I sing? Cause you know I will.

I'm gonna be so hot. I hope somebody is videotaping this thing.

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Schoolin'

Somebody forgot to tell me not to be excited about Czarina's first day of kindergarten. I didn't realize she would cry, which would make me cry.

Boo.

I should have known by the timid smile I got in the "before" pictures:

If you think of it, say a quick little prayer for her- she was pretty upset when I left today, poor thing.

UPDATE: When I picked her up this afternoon, she was grinning from ear to ear. She had a great day, and is happy to go back tomorrow! She told me that she was sad at first, but then she just gave up. That sounds so sad, but I think she meant she decided to get over it and be happy. Anyway, her day definitely improved, thankfully!

Here are a few more pictures I've snapped over the last couple days-

Continue reading "Schoolin'"

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August 13, 2005

Numerological

I've been blogging for 2 years, 2 months, and 6 days. I've written 768 blog entries. (Well, 769 now.) I've had 2467 comments.

Wow.

Who'da thunk it?

I'm all into numbers these days. I guess with my 30th birthday looming ahead (3 weeks and 5 days away!), I am a bit preoccupied with the digits that surround me. Numbers frame my life; they are substantial and measurable. Predictable. Reliable. It's nice to have that sometimes. There are plenty of unexpected things in life, things I can't control. Having these certainties makes me feel better, and I occasionally like to shuffle through them all. Condensing the details in my life down to numbers appeals to my inner minimalist.

Here are the ones tottering about today:

2 weeks until a trip to Atlanta for a wedding.
9 dollars to save with a different phone company.
2 weeks to 6 months for my brother to get into "bootcamp".
6 inches around my wrist makes me normal.
2 days until Czarina starts school.
3 carseats in the back.
9 months until King Pen graduates.
3 miles I'm running every day.
4 cans of juice in the pantry.
2 loads of laundry left to do.
1 too many tequila shots the other day (okay, maybe 5 too many).
2 overdue birthday presents to mail, and
15 seconds till I hit the "publish" key.

Groovy.

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August 10, 2005

Welcome Aboard

Oh, and congrats to our friend Jennifer, who just yesterday had an ELEVEN POUND baby boy, Bryce.

Yowza.

Get some rest, dear. You've earned it!

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What's Another Word for Rambling?

Za, I'm hot! Coming in from a run, the only place to sit down is at the kitchen table - because I can wipe down the chair after I get up. Ew. Anyway, here I am at the table, right next to the laptop, and before I know it, I'm blogging.

I entertained myself in this morning's run. I've been actively working on my inner dialogue-- I have a tendency to be negative sometimes and that does not help! So, I was in the middle of a particularly rough stretch and I wanted to walk soooo bad. Help!! So I start conjuring up images of animals that run- horses and cheetahs and um... gazelles, I think. This is perfect, I assure my body. This is the most natural state you can be in- running. Feels good doesn't it? Just imagine that you are the star of an animal documentary. Yeah, you're human, but you're mammal, right? I then narrated the documentary, featuring yours truly running in slow mo, but I won't go into that. I realize that you can't commit the entire rest of the day to read my blog. Sad, really. Cause, baby- I am not short on material these days. I could blab and blab and blab. Anyway, my "technique" worked for a while. Till my brain got in the way. Stupid brain. Shut up! I yell at my mind. Get out of the way and let my body do it's stuff!

But it wasn't enough. My brain went right on trying to interfere, so I had to play hard ball. I had to visualize. (scary, huh?) So I thought of a cartoon version of my brain. I put headphones on it, in an attempt to distract it. I start giggling a little. Then the brain started to get bored, so I had it playing videogames. Then chess. Then reading a book. Then at the opera with a bowtie on. In a chef hat on a cooking show. I looked up, and I was nearly done! Hallelujah!

I wonder sometimes. Do other people do this? Am I normal? I don't think I'm any stranger than the next person - I just assume we all have moments when it seems appropriate to make up cartoon brains doing dumb stuff. Right? A little reassurance would be nice here, folks. WonderGirl's not weird. She's not.

Oh, and all right. I also have to confess that when I got to the top of a hill, I raised my arms up like I was winning a race and sort of hooha'd around for a moment.

On to other subjects, today the kids and I are meeting Debby and her gang at the park. We'll picnic and play and try not to get too hot. Pictures will be taken. PB&J will be eaten. Then, Thursday, Joey (Uncle Jokey) will be staying another night with us on his way to New Orleans. He's dropping off his Nordic Track for me to play around with. And on Friday, my friend Amy and her family will stop by on their way through to Mississippi from Texas. (Her oldest daughter is named WonderGirl, too-- yeah, I have a namesake!! Again, more proof that I do, indeed, rock like a hurricane.) Saturday- sweet succulent Saturday- will be full of last minute school preparations and laundry and grocery shopping. Then, there's church on Sunday, and Monday, Czarina starts school.

And so it appears that I'm booked until the year 2018. I might be able to pencil you in on a holiday, or put you on our cancellation list, but that's the best I can do. It's a busy, busy world.

Okay, that's enough for the a.m. hours, I'll see you guys on the flip side.

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August 9, 2005

Seeing Sunrise

Gosh folks, if somebody smiles at you, here's an idea - smile back! Jogging in the morning, I encounter at least ten other people who are out taking advantage of the cool hours. They are walking, running, biking- whatever. I love seeing so many people actively caring for themselves. That might be weird, but it's inspiring to me.

Back to my point. Since I have my headphones on, I don't actually say "good morning" because I'm afraid I'd yell it at them. I don't want to scare the good people. But I do smile and sometimes do a little wave. Usually people respond, but occasionally, they just stare grumpily. What's up with that? Don't leave me hanging! Would it hurt to be pleasant for the nanosecond that I'm part of your day? I know you're up early and all, but so am I.

Anyway.

Except for running into people who need to get back into bed, and fast - I really like this morning jog. It gives me time to think, and not just about how friggin hot it is. I listen to some great workout music, because I need the beat to keep my pace. I don't think about the kids or bills or errands to run-- I just daydream. I rHeroBoyve some of my favorite memories, I think out my plans for the future, I play the what-if game... It's fantastic. Seriously. I'm like a kid in the McDonald's ballpit (minus the legendary nest of rattlesnakes). Yeah, I'm hurting some and sweating, and I occasionally have to scold my innervoice for urging me to turn back home and scarf down do-nuts.

But it's sooo worth it.

I'd still like to go down about eight pounds, but I've realized that I may be too focused on numbers. I would rather have the mindset of being fit and healthy, and my weight will work itself out. What if I set a goal of running in a 5K? How cool would that be? It's something I've been thinking of more and more lately. Along those lines, I'm also reevaluating some of the things I eat. Not that I eat poorly per se, but I'm wondering if maybe I'm due for a change. Less dairy, more raw veggies and whatnot. I feel like I have built up some toxins in my body, in my life, and I need to get rid of 'em. This seems like the perfect time to do that. It's a time for change.

Well, I'm rambling now, and the family is starting to stumble in all bleary-eyed and hungry. My day awaits.

Have a good Tuesday, everybody!

And smile, mkay? I promise it won't kill ya.

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August 8, 2005

May I Rant?

plz ppl, stop typing like this. ur all making me crzy, yo!

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No Flash Necessary

Oh, and while I'm at it, here are the pictures from the weekend before last, when I took Czarina and HeroBoy to Gulfport. Can I stop a moment and say, I have the cutest kids in the whole wide world?

Toes in the Sand.

Continue reading "No Flash Necessary"

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Wrapping Up A Weekend

I am the only soul awake in our house this morning, for a few more minutes at least. I got up early this morning and jogged (!) and got back and read a book for half an hour (!) and now I'm uploading-downloading-whatever the pictures off my camera from this weekend. I rock. Well, I rock very, very quietly, so nobody else wakes up.

Anyway, on Friday we went on a spur of the moment trip to Monroe, to visit King Pen's family. We visited with all the nieces and nephews, and had a great time. My sister Brittany also drove over from Vicksburg for a few hours, and that was really nice.

Here are some pictures, cause you know I can't resist! To make it easier to load, I am putting them as individual links.

Britt taking it easy.
HeroBoy hitching a ride with Rachel.
Czarina gets a turn, too.
Shelby and Jackson playing roofball.
Batter up, Bronwen!
Gareth in gear.
<HeroBoy and Bronwen and icecream.
Mamasue and Sophie, Amy (in the bloom of pregnancy) and Jude, our newest sweetheart.
HeroBoy and the ropeswing.
Mamasue, Daddywalt, and allllll their grandkids!
King Pen kicked back.

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August 5, 2005

But Before I Go...

I'd just like to point out the continuing classiness of the soap, Passions. This week, it's Tsunami Week. Lovely, huh?

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August 4, 2005

Cross Legged on the Floor

Sit with me. Take a deep breath in, hold it--- and exhale completely.

(You may thank my recent pilates craze for that introduction.)

Here's the deal. I've been in a bit of a funk lately. And not the bellbottomed, disco balled, platformed shoes kind. It's a whole mess of things- family stuff, money stuff, blah blah blah. Every time I pull up my blog, all I can do is stare blankly at the screen. My mind is full of white noise, and my fingers are tired. Ya know what I'm saying? I can't think of the words to say right now, When my heart isn't into it, I can tell, and my blog suffers. I guess I'd rather be quiet than talk just to hear myself speak.

So, I'm going to take the next couple days and do what I need to do to get myself moving forward again. Breathe a little, sleep a little, think a little.

Look for me next week, cause like Arnold, I'll be back.

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August 2, 2005

*Yawn*

Good morning world! Look at me - I got up at 6:30 this morning! I am Super Woman, see me go back to sleep hear me roar!

My cousin Joey (who HeroBoy calls "Uncle Jokey"--gotta love that toddler accent!) came in yesterday evening and spent the night with us. He's in the process of moving to New Orleans, and I've snagged him for frequent visits. Anyway, we got up early and jogged, since the opportunity for a running partner is rare. And I must say, I feel quite invigorated! I usually go in the late afternoon, after King Pen gets home from work, and it is h-o-t. So this was a nice change. It was actually a better, longer run than I usually get.

This 6:30 thing though- that's rough. I'm going to have to get used to that all over again, since Czarina starts school in just a few weeks. We'll have to be walking out the door at 7:30 every morning. The Duke is stretching his nights out a little longer, but it's still pretty tiring. He takes his last night feeding at at 11:30, then he wakes up again around 4:30. Ya know, now that I think about it, that's not bad for 2 1/2 months, huh?

In other news, we were out of town this past weekend, visiting my uncle and his wife in Gulfport. I don't get over there often enough, so I was glad for the chance. The kids had a ball- we even went to the beach, which was gross. Poor Mississippi. The kids didn't notice how nasty it was, so they had a great time. I, on the otherhand, had to supress my gag reflex more than once. I slathered the kids with sunscreen, but forgot about my ownself. So, yes. WonderGirl got crispy. I so wish it would turn into a tan, but last time I looked, hell had not frozen over, so there you have it.

If I was a superhero, my superpower would the ability to absorb sunlight with no side effects.

Anyway, I had to spend most of yesterday getting things back to order from the weekend, so I had no time to blog. And today, King Pen will be taking the computer, so this is my one shot deal for the day. Hope everyone had a nice weekend, and has a great week. I'll pop on later tonight, if the kids say it's okay.

oh, alright. I'll pop on later if I can tear myself away from Harry Potter. (which I must thank Amy for, and my mom too. My desperate, shameless plea yielded two copies!)

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August 1, 2005

You Tell Me

I'm bored. What can we do today?

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