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April 27, 2006

The Rambler

Wow- Alison Krauss is just awesome. Listening to "Ghost In This House", and I'm blown away. I want to scoop her up and sit her on my lap and give her a big, old hug. Come to think of it, maybe we could both use a little snuggle. (You know, I actually laugh out loud sometimes when I write stuff like that. You all probably think I'm nuts, though, don't you?)

So I went to King Pen's final presentation at school today. He has a few more class meetings, but this was the Big Deal- the one that's nearly killed us. And now it's done. I feel like crawling into the bed and coming out in October. You guys can handle things for a few months, can't you? Really all you have to do is remember to feed That Cat (yes, that's his name), and maybe water a plant or two. Oh, okay- even I don't do that, so I won't make you. All my plants hate me- they call me "The Withholder" behind my back.

The presentation went well, what I heard of it anyway. I had the Duke and HeroBoy and had to step out a few times when the Mommy Glare lost effectiveness. Most of the time, it's a great deterrent to their antics, one steely gaze and they're quaking in their naughty little boots. Sometimes not. I have to be careful not to overuse it, or they'll develop an immunity, and we can't have that.

Anyway- all that to say, we're now just days away from the conclusion of five years of my life. I'm relieved to see the end. It's been harder than we've ever let anybody know, harder really than we even realized. I'm a bit shell-shocked actually, kind of numb. I feel a crash coming.

King Pen had an interview in Phoenix on his trip- which went well, and he could probably take that job if he wanted it. He has a meeting in Memphis Saturday, which I'm kind of ambivilant about. Next week, he'll be in Nashville, which is what I'm rooting for. I've got cowboy boots that need wearin', people! Spurs! Chaps! Denim shirts with leather tassels! Giddyup!

Seriously though, Nashville would be so cool. You guys could all come over and ride my horses and hang out with my good pals Reba, Wynonna, Keith, Travis, Carrie, et al. It'll be fun. We'll barbeque. Maybe I'll even get out the old Slip-n-slide. I hear the Dixie Chicks love that thing.

Well, that's 'nuff for now. The boys are down for a nap, and I'm gonna go get comfy on the couch and watch the last bit of season four Smallville.

WonderGirl -n- C.K. forever. It was meant to be, I just know it. Lana just doesn't understand him.

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April 25, 2006

'sup?

Good morning, bubbleheads. What's on the agenda today?

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April 24, 2006

She's The Blade

... and you're just paper"

So croons Sugarcult right now.

I love music, really and truly. I love a lot of things- too many things, maybe. I always had that problem as a kid- focusing one one hobby. Ballet, soccer, taekwondo, girl scouts, piano, you name it, I loved it. I hopped and skipped from one thing to the next, so that I was a jack of all trades, but master of none. I still struggle with that today- my list grows longer every day of things I want to do in this life. Taekwondo pops up periodically, not to mention genealogy, scrapbooking, sewing, cooking, and a new one- archery. Um... hello? I might be WonderGirl, but let's be realistic here. Even superheroes have to sleep.

I admire people who excel at one particular thing, though. You play the guitar? Rockin'. You're a culinary genius? Invite me over. You smock? You paint? You know everything there is to know about saltwater aquariums? Lovely. Let's be friends. I wanna hang out with you.

Actually, I have to admit, I've really settled on one thing in the last few years, besides motherhood. My writing. And I'm liking the long term relationship thing- it's working out pretty good. I'm no expert, certainly-- but it's nice to be committed to one thing.

And I just realized I'm rambling on a bit. I didn't have anything in particular to say- sorry. Why don't you all just talk amongst yourselves... I'm just gonna go over here and um... well, I have some calls to make or something.

*cough

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Untangled

I guess, technically, I'm still in my pajamas. It's just been one of those days, ya know?

Things are stirring up around here- jobs and school and moving and goodbyes and throw in a little life crisis in there and we're good to go.

It's a scary thing, life. I used to think I had it all figured out. I had it all pegged. But I sit here now and examine who I am- who I really am, and a lot of what I thought I knew is just blown out of the water.

I am not perfect.

Surprise.

You are surprised, right?

Somewhere along the way, I bought into it. The whole, I-have-to-do-everything-right-or-they-won't-love-me complex. Maybe it comes from being the oldest child, approval-seeking, example-setting, type A personality, whatever. Not that I blame my parents- who have always only loved me because I'm their daughter, or my husband- who has only loved me because he can't help himself. I put these expectations on myself. I'm the one who believed I had to do it all, and do it better... than who, I don't know.

Wow- the pride. Such a destructive force.

I've created a circumstance I can't possibly live up to. Who can be perfect? But almost-- I almost can. Really. I've got it down pretty good. If you look at my life, you might say, "well, she's close, nearly seamless." But if you look closer, no- you'll see it- the raveling along the edges. Don't pull on the stray strings, or it all falls apart.

And it's lonely. Because if by chance, you do believe what I'm presenting, then you don't really know me. And I'm so busy maintaining my crumbling facade that I don't have time to be real anymore. Well, enough. I can't do this anymore.

So it begins with this--- how are you today, WonderGirl?

ya know what? kinda bad today, actually.

It happens.

But it'll be okay. 'Cause today is fleeting, and tomorrow rushes forward with eager steps.

Optimistic- yes. That's what I really am-- who I am. Not unaffected, not perfect, not together... but optimistic. Feels good to say it, to show it.

Hello, and welcome to the real me. You may want to stick around for this.

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April 22, 2006

Patriarch

You can't trust my dad. Seriously.

Today, we headed out to the shed, where a certain box of memorabilia with my name on it was stored. My dad unlocked the door, and peered in, scoping out any wasp nests. It looked all clear, so he stepped aside in a gentlemanly fashion to let me do my hunting. I took one step inside, still fearful of the wasps and gripping my bug spray in a trigger happy hand- and before I know what's happened, hell's bells start ringing. I let out a very loud, very undignified, VERY girlish scream and hit the ground like we were in the middle of an air raid.

And there's my dad. With an air horn. Laughing his cruel, sadistic little heiney off.

Luckily, I've picked up a trick or two from him along the way. Watch out, WonderDad...

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Rice Krispies

"snack, popple, and crack" - that's what I told my child that the cereal said this morning.

I really shouldn't be questioned about anything before coffee.

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April 20, 2006

The Tenacious Blogger

This is my 1000th entry. Wowza.

I've been blogging since June of 2003. (Yeah, I know, some of my archives are still missing, but I'm working on it. It's a tedious project, and as big a fan of tedium as I am, it is, by it's nature, rather slow going. Ah, the jokey jokey.)

So. Good times. I've loved every second of it. Well, except when I had all the spam issues- that kind of sucked. But mostly, it's been a great ride! We've laughed, we've cried, we've rolled our eyes. It's been a good three years.

So, um... where are my balloons? Shouldn't they be falling from the ceiling about now?

And, not to be presumptuous, but, uh, you did bring a cake, right? And the podium? I mean, where exactly am I supposed to make my acceptance speech? For the award. You know, THE AWARD?

Oh no you didn't. You did NOT forget to get me an award.

You are all FIRED.

F
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Shame on you. Really.

*stomping off, mumbling about there not being a 1001st entry after this kind of treatment.

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April 18, 2006

In Love

As a writer, one of my favorite experiences is falling in love with an idea, or a place, or a character. It happens spontaneously- I'll see someone on the street and I'll be inexplicably drawn to them. I will spend days infatuated with them, until I finally sit down and flesh out their lives with my pen. Or I'll read about a town and find myself in a fantasy of life within it's boundaries.

The excitement, the anticipation, the breathless possibilities rush over me like a lover's words in my ear. I am anxious for a quiet moment to spend with my newfound interest. My heart quickens at the chance to see the spark grow into a full blown story...

Bayou Sara has captured my eye- a boistrous Lousiana river town, which suffered fires and floods and war and eventually disappeared into the pages of history. It was known for it's wild ways and unflinching perserverence. It is simply, absolutely, ripe for the picking. There are stories to tell there, I can almost taste them. I want to gobble them up by the mouthful.

So off I go for now, daydreaming of this vanished town, seeking ways to revive it once more. Nothing is more gratifying than stirring the dust of a forgotten place, a forgotten time...

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April 17, 2006

Aw! Come Here and Give Us A Hug!

Hey strangers! You been missing me? I've been packing and lounging and eating and sleeping and running and blowing in the wind for the past three days. King Pen's mum has been tending to my three little fireballs all weekend, and I am buying that woman some flowers. She is incroyable! (insert French accent)

I am headed up to join them for a few days, and then to my parent's house after that. I'll blog in between eating and doing nothing for the rest of the week. Mwahahahah! WonderGirl enjoys the vacation, yes she does.

Hope you all had a Happy Easter, and that your baskets were full of chocolatey goodness.

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April 14, 2006

1:15 AM

Hello Friday morning! You're up bright and early. Are you here for the Insomniac Anonymous meeting? Oh good. There're donuts on that table over there.

*okay, I have GOT to go to bed now.

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April 12, 2006

Since You Care

Rocking out to "Beautiful Love" by The Afters. Good stuff. It's the theme song to 8th and Ocean, some reality show about teen model hopefuls. The fact that I've caught more than one episode of this show tells me I need to get rid of cable, pronto. I can feel my brain getting squishy.

I read the other day that watching tv is the second most popular past time, the first one being reading. (which I thought was amusing, seeing as how I was READING at the moment.) Score for the nerds! I love that. Books are food. I don't know how to function without stories in my life, and I'm baffled when I encounter people who actually dislike reading. Sorry, but it's like they've got two heads to me. How could you not like it?

I've put writing on the back burner for a little while, in order to read. There is nothing that inspires and encourages me as a writer more than reading good quality literature. I just finished reading a collection of early twentieth century poetry. (Oooh, I sound so smart! So academic! Are they buying this?)

Well, to be honest, some of it was challenging. Most poetry has a quick shelf life, in my opinion. It's just... dull occasionally. I feel bad for poets. It's a hard life. You know what I'm talking about. When someone says, "hey, will you read some of my poetry?", don't you cringe a little? It's not a genre that has a wide appeal, unless you're really, really good at it, which I do not confess to be. I'll compose little ditties here and there, like for my preggo sister a day or so ago, but I wouldn't venture into the world of publication with my anemic verses. I won't put any of us through that.

Anyway.

Where was I going with that?

Oh, yeah. So in this book of poetry were a couple poems by W.B. Yeats, who I have only a passing familiarity with. I know he was a Scottish poet, and that's about it. I liked the few selections I read though, so I'm going to look into him a little more. It's GOT to be better for my brain than "Blow Out". (Why, Wondergirl? Why do I watch that crap?)

Well, pumpkin heads, I have to go. Today I'm packing the kids suitcases for their little jaunt to the country for the weekend, and I'm packing boxes for our jaunt across the country in a month. Busy times.

Happy Wednesday folks! More bloggy goodness later.

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April 11, 2006

The Number Thing

Good morning, my dovies. Okay, it's Tuesday, let's get up and dance. Come on- get up out of those cubicles and let's shake our booties. Let's make Tuesday FUN!!

I love the pizza commercials about poor old Tuesday-- how jealous it is of Friday. It reminds me of my whole weird Number Thing. Do you guys have thoughts that make you really question if you're normal? The Number Thing is one of mine. For as long as I can remember, the numbers have had their own little personalities and conflicts... I think it was the way I learned math. I'm sure there are mathmatical reasons that make perfect sense to an eight year old for this strange personification of numbers. If I was backed into a corner, I could probably support my weirdness with formulas and equations.

Here's the rundown.

1. A very wise number. Content. Zen. Gets along with the other numbers, because if you multiply any of them by one, nothing changes. One loves everybody just the way they are, and has no aspirations to be anything but what it is.

2. Two is awesome. Everybody likes two because it gets them to their VERY favorite number. (like, four's favorite number is eight, so bada bing bada boom. Two to the rescue.) Two will help out in a pinch, cause it's just a helpful number.

3. Three desperately wants to hang out with six, who really won't give him the time of day. So, three hangs out with four most of the time. Three is impressed with five, and tries to emulate him.

4. Four is very insecure, and has an embarassing crush on six and eight. Four is disdainful of five for some reason. Four has the makings of a future diva.

5. Five is really focused. He admires and respects any number ending in five or zero. He doesn't involve himself in all the petty politics of the other numbers. That's so highschool.

6. Six is sort of airheaded, but has a fixation on nine. Is willing to use whatevever numbers he can to get to nine. Six is a little low on scruples.

7. Seven wants to be ten so bad, but it just never happens for the poor guy. Seven is eight's friend by default, and really doesn't pay attention to the younger numbers. Seven is a bit... awkward.

8. Eight is cool. He's confident and friendly to everyone, but not really close to anybody, like the class president.

9. Nine is a straight up jerk of a girl. She thinks she's too good to hang out with anybody less than her. Has a thing for ten that she tries in vain to hide. Nine is just not very nice to the other numbers.

10. Ten is away at number college. Comes back occasionally to give the other numbers pep talks, and to encourage them to keep going, because they're gonna get to ten one day, too.

So that's it.

Normal? Or not?

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April 10, 2006

The Pick Up

You must be a parking ticket because you got FINE written all over you.

Yeah baby.

Okay, add 'em if you got 'em!

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Great Expectations

Attention! Yes, is this thing on? One-two?

Ahem.

I have composed a little something in honor of my sister, Ashley.

Two hearts beat
Within your frame.
Two tiny feet
Play kicking games.

Two little arms
That wait for you.
Two blinking eyes
Seeing new.

Two ears to hear
Your words so sweet
Two cheeks to kiss,
Two souls to meet.

My little sis is gonna be a little momma! I'm so proud! Like, "huggy and teary, where did the time go, you're gonna be so cute pregnant, I can't wait to touch your round belly, for petes sake get the epidural" proud! A babbbby---- squeeeee!!

Give her some love, everybody. Ashmeg is all growed up and in the family way. *sniff

Now, as the rockinest aunt of all time (next to me, of course) says, "Enough of this. Now let's all go in and have a glass of whisky."

Auntie Mame knew how to do it right, I tell ya.

I love you, Ash. And I'll make a valiant effort not to drink hard liquor around your baby. Beer will be just fine while I'm babysitting.

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April 9, 2006

My Digits

Well, I can live without my pinkie, I guess.

Gr.

Slicing veggies for a salad today, I guess my subconcious decided my little ole pinkie finger was superfluous. Downsizing and all that. So off it goes, sliced as neatly as my organic cherry tomatoes.

Okay, minor exaggeration. It's still there, but it's really cranky at the moment. I've gotten the silent treatment all night.

It's right under the nail, too- in the worst possible spot. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how to bandage the thing to close the cut. I eventually settled on some steristrips and Scooby Bandaids, which seemed to do the trick. I'm crossing my fingers (well not the wee one) that I'll still be able to drink my tea all dainty like, which is really important to me. That's really the pinkie's only moment to shine.

Other than that slight amputation, it's been a right dandy day! This single parent thing is really not as bad as I thought it would be. The kids and I have been doing a lot of playing, and I've been doing some mad spring cleaning around the house, too. Last night, I started watching "Memoirs of a Geisha"- (because I'm wild and crazy, obviously), and I've been eating tootsie rolls like they're going out of style. I'za happy girl. It really doesn't take much, does it? Oh, and I did some TaeBo, which, yeah, I know is a little dated. Kind of embarassing. But at least I didn't pull out MTV's The Grind Workout (although it is by far more fun, and I just can't bear to throw out). I had been eating tootsie rolls for like, eight hours straight, and a cardio workout was the only way to assuage the guilt.

Okie dokie pokies. You're up to date. And now, I'm out.

Sweet dreams, butterbeans!

Discaimer: Please direct all complaints concering "okiedokiepokie" to WonderMom. She seriously messed me up.

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April 8, 2006

Crawly Things

Ew!

The grossest thing happened today- and you know I have to share it. We were at the park today, and on the sidewalk beside our picnic table was a stinging caterpillar. I always feel compelled to squash these guys, in case they get too close to my kids. So I tapped him with my trusty New Balances and instead of a flat splat- his innards shot forward in a line OUT OF HIS SKIN. So his skin was one straight line, and about a quarter of an inch in front of him was another straight line of goo. It looked like I'd scared him straight out of his skin.

It was disgusting.

And yet, I wish I'd had my camera because it was so weird you just had to see it.

*and now back to your regularly scheduled blogging

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Saturdaze

Okay, within FIVE minutes of having dropped King Pen off at the airport, I have my first emergency. Three drowsy kids in the backseat, pitch black outside, and I come up on what I think was part of a light pole stretched across my lane on the interstate, and no way to avoid it.

So yeah. I hit it. Hard. I drove for minute, just stunned, knowing I surely had a flat tire at the very least. I pulled over, wondering, what in the H E double hockeysticks I was gonna do, and got out to survey the damage. As I'm checking things over, another car pulls to the shoulder, too.

Yay. I mean, I need help. But it's dark, I have kids in the car, I'm a woman alone on the interstate, and I haven't had time to figure out what I'm doing. A big black guy gets out of the car and says, "hey, you need some help?"

Which I do.

This is an interesting thing. Almost every time I have had car trouble in my life, it's been a big black guy that helps me. This might get me in all kinds of trouble, but I'm just being honest when I say, this is probably the person I am likely to be most frightened of. Physically larger than me. A man I don't know. And of a different race than me. Why the heck would I say that? Knowing how horrible it sounds? Because it's true. Not because I don't like black people. But this man was different from me in every way- gender, size, and race. And different scares me in those situations. The more like me someone is, the more comfortable I feel predicting their behavior, the fewer variables to consider. However stupid, short sighted and faulty that reasoning may be, it's in there inside me.

Which is why I think every time I'm in this situation, it's this guy that God puts in my path to help me. To remind me. It's not the things outside that define us, it is those within. On the outside, this guy was a big black man I didn't know. On the inside, he was a Good Samaritan, who answered the gentle leading of the Spirit on a dark morning.

Life Lesson #437.

So. We're off to an eventful start. I sure hope Life Lesson #438 comes in a fortune cookie or something.

Okay, off to start the adventure!

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April 7, 2006

Joking

Ganked from The Phoenix's comment board about Indigo Children...

Q:How many kids with ADD does it take to change a light bulb?
A:Wanna go ride our bikes?

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It's All In The Details

Good morning, my peeplings. How's it going? Are we happy it's Friday, or what!!?? Yip!

Wow- you can tell I've had my coffee this morning, huh? I did make it a little stronger than usual. Yum. Whoa. Slow it down there.

Alrightie. Stepping away from the coffee, before this happens again.

So, wanna know the run down of the next week for me? You do? Perfect. Okay, the kids and I wake up bright and early tomorrow morning to get King Pen to the airport by FIVE THIRTY. Oh help me. It goes against every natural instinct in my body to WAKE my children when they are sleeping peacefully. That's insanity. I have to work VERY hard to get them into that state, and I darn well want it to last as long as possible. Yeah. I said it. Mama likes the sleep.

Anyway, King Pen is headed to Cally for eleven days on a school trip. (I love to say "Cally". I'm just that hip.) He'll be touring a lot of landscape architectural hot spots, meeting people, seeing firms, yada yada yada. He'll be in Arizona too- hitting the Grand Canyon and the uh... desert, I guess. Job stuff will be happening on this trip. So keep the fingers crossed.

This leaves me on single parent duty till Tuesday, when my cousin Joey comes to the rescue. I am afraid for him. I don't know what condition he'll find me in, after four days alone with my little angels. He may have to duck as he walks in the door, because I'll be hurling children at him left and right. He'll be here until Thursday, where he gets a crash course in parenthood (at no extra charge!). Philanthropy thy name is WonderGirl. I am full of lofty ideals. I believe in educating the masses. I don't give them a fish, people. I teach them to fish.

Heh.

That evening, after a brief graduation ceremony for Joey, I'm meeting King Pen's precious, beautiful, saintly mother, who will take the kids for the weekend for me. Did I mention she was saintly? Awesome. So I'll spend the weekend going through things and packing boxes, and oh okay, drinking margaritas and renting movies. And sleeping in. And not cooking. Or doing dishes.

It's gonna be totally sweet.

Eventually, I'll stop drinking and go retrieve my children. (Don't cry, WonderMom. Jokey, jokey.) So, I'll spend a few days at the inlaws, doing chocolatey things, then to my folks house to do more chocolatey things. Czarina is on Spring Break for the whole week after Easter, so we've got lots of time to play around with. I don't know when we'll head back, but I know I'll probably be at least two sizes larger by then. Reeses Peanut Butter Eggs only come around once a year, you know. Carpe diem and all that.

So that's it. Things are about to get very busy, very exciting, very crazy.

I think that calls for a second cup o'joe, don't you?

*zips off

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April 5, 2006

Funny Bunny

This makes me giggle.

It also makes me a little hungry. Sorry, bunny.

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An Aside

So yeah, I haven't posted a lot lately. I know. I'm sorry.

I've been a little tapped out. King Pen has been putting some serious hours in at school, so I've been pretty busy with the Shortlings. And by the end of the day, I'm just wiped. I got nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero. (wow, there are a lot of words to describe nothing. That's weird.)

If you guys can just hang with me a little while longer- I promise blogging will resume in full force. See, I'll be living in some new town, which I expect to be like a foreign country to this little Southern girl for a while at least- and I know there will be plenty to write about. Plus there will be family and friends to keep updated on our new life, and we all know that blogs are the lazy man's email. And, on top of all that, King Pen will no longer be keeping the crazy hours and I am hoping for a nice, normal schedule once again. Or actually, for the first time in five years. Oh my goodness-- NORMAL LIFE!

I hope I don't get bored.

Anyway-- I know it's been pitEEfull around here lately, and I'm sorry. Don't give up on me yet. King Pen has ONE month of school left. Just one.

I sure hope it's not possible to explode from happiness.

I digress. My point is- I will be back to writing on a more regular basis soon, and I will have lots of good stuff to write about, too. Don't go anywhere, mkay? Well, I mean, you can go get a sandwich or something. Potty breaks are okay. But don't get lost. Ya gotta come back.

Wow, I'm needy.

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April 4, 2006

Woodshed Shenanigans

Yesterday, I saw a bumper sticker- plain white with black text. It read,

"I Saw Something Nasty In The Woodshed"

That's it.

I find myself intrigued, and slightly horrified. What did you see, you poor thing? Did it require therapy to overcome? It wasn't some V.C. Andrews scene, was it? What, just tell me!!

I googled the phrase, and "Cold Comfort Farm" comes up, which is a novel by Stella Gibbons. Apparantly, Aunt Ada sees "something nasty in the woodshed".

Well, I'm hooked. I just gotta know, now.

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April 3, 2006

Hello my babies! How are you this fine day? I'm feeling pretty chipper myself. Spring has bounced merrily into my life, leaving pastel footprints and ooey gooey goodness. Life is right, people.

King Pen is getting ready to leave on Saturday for Cally. He'll be gone for almost two weeks on a school trip, during which he'll tour the major cities in California and Arizona, including Yosimite and the Grand Canyon. He'll be super busy, super connected, super tired, and super lovin' every minute of it. It's a good chance for him to feel out the market over there... I'll have the kids for four days alone, then a few days with my cousin in town to help, then they'll be at my mil's for a few days while I PACK, and then I'll have them a few days at my parents house. So I'm also going to be super busy, super tired. Not so sure about the super lovin' every minute of it, but I'll probably be fine. Right? Somebody?

Nah, it'll be fine, I'm sure.

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April 1, 2006

The WonderGirl Show

Oopsie poopsie...

Calling HeroBoy over to me tonight, intending to cut his fingernails, I accidentally said, "Come here HeroBoy. I'm gonna cut you up!"

"Yeah, no thanks, Mom. You're crazy" was the look I got.

I'm so glad that my life isn't a reality tv show. I'd be in soooo much trouble.

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