on March 29, 2008
9:30-10:30 a.m. Gymnastics w/the Cave Troll. Next week, Ladybug joins the class–she’ll be two! 11:45-1:30 p.m. Chicken’s first indoor soccer game. It was a tie. The Cave Troll still refuses to believe it’s over. He’ll erupt in panic every ten minutes or so and scream, “It’s not over, it’s not over!” We agree with him,… Read More
on March 28, 2008
*WHEW* If you’re wondering what’s got my dander up about our be (HA) loved muse vehicle, it’s that the @#$@#%^&%$ piece of @#$ won’t let me COMMENT ON ANYBODY’S BLOG!!! Or, I should say, on SOME of your blogs. It’s so frustrating…I’ll read someone’s blog, and have something…well, not brilliant–not this week, anyway–but at least,… Read More
on March 25, 2008
It started with the plumber, here to fix the chronic sink back-up that started on Sunday (yes, the Sunday w/Easter eggs and company!) and the kids LOVED IT. A 60 foot vibrating sink snake, plugging into a port in the side of the house that they had heretofore ignored, was high adventure for Cave Troll… Read More
on March 24, 2008
So I was singing to the short people tonight, and they were kicked back in the bed (they share a twin bed because, well, they want to!) and drinking their bottles, and in the middle of my song the following conversation took place–mind you, it sounded like a conversation between Lilo and Stitch, because Ladybug,… Read More
on March 23, 2008
YOu’ve got the before, when everyone is in their nice new clothes, hunting eggs in the sunshine. And the after, when the baby is bare-assed naked, watching her favorite cartoon. In between you had mum cooking (eh–it was only good because we eat out so much it was a shock to the system!), company, some… Read More
on March 21, 2008
This is Torrant–wearing Ellyot Moon’s name, seen through Eljean’s eyes. Thanks for the input, everybody–it made choosing this passage very easy:-) ELJEAN Eljean was bored. He sat on the stone steps outside the regent’s apartment in the chill of the morning, closed his cat-green eyes and tilted his face up towards the late summer sun…. Read More
on March 20, 2008
Hey had to put these pics on they’re sssssssssssssoooooooooooooo cute aren’t they awsome love,chicken.
on March 20, 2008
I am so brain-dead, the brain-sucker the children planted on my scalp when the first one was born has just flopped off my scalp and onto the table. It’s currently twitching in postmortem little splangs across the table, and I’m just waiting for it to completely stop moving so I can feed it to the… Read More
on March 18, 2008
The time when all the students wants points for just showing up. I’d be willing to give it to them, if they’d do me the same favor, but as it is, they’d take the credit, smoke it, and then I’d get fired for passing out impossible drugs. I had one of those bizarre ‘I’m as… Read More
on March 16, 2008
The cat is a pus-sucking sodomizer of furry cockroach droppings. And I don’t know what he has against this colorway, either! It’s so pretty–just like spring–but once again, the damned cat wasted the first one and then rooted through the bag for the second one. Seriously, folks, it looks like if Captain Stashdive is gonna… Read More
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