Back from the dead

Holy heck, the flu totally kicked my butt. I mean, a serious beat down. Stole my lunch money and everything. In fact, it managed to bring down the whole family for a little over a week. Claire started it all ON MY BIRTHDAY, and it slowly spread through the whole family. Josh even missed a whole week of work. It was a nightmare. Wanted to die, blah blah blah. (Just realized that you are probably so not interested in hearing all the details of my illness.)

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Claire is watching some sort of tweeny programming on the Disney channel and is keeping a running commentary. "Now THAT was funny." "Oh, too gross" "Oh, that was a good one". She isn't talking to anyone in particular, since she is alone on the couch, she is just talking. It's possible that she got that from me.

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Emma went back to school after a week long absence and came home Monday afternoon with the spoils of her missed valentine's day party. I was a little appalled at the sheer volume of candy she brought home. But a little excited too, cause, woohoo, free candy. Is it wrong that I am eating some of it while she is at school?

Today

Please keep your thoughts and prayers with Tammy, Megan's mom, today. She is undergoing a mastectomy.

aging. it sucks.

Dudes, I'm old. Celebrated my 29th birthday on Friday. It wasn't a terribly exciting day, to be honest. The original plan was for Megan to take the kids during the day and deliver them to my mom later, where they would spend the night. That would have been 24 kid-free hours. It, of course, did not happen that way. Thanks to sick kids, neither of those things happened. Poor me. Some good things did happen, though. My mom took me out to eat at Rock Fish and then I treated myself to a little shopping in my favorite antique (read: junk) store. I found a beee-yoo-tiful vintage pitcher like this, except it is bright yellow. The going price for these suckers is about $60 to $80, but guess how much I paid for mine? $9.50. I feel sorta guilty, but I bought it anyway.

Also, I had several over-the-phone serenades. It was nice, but I have been watching too much Idol, cause I was all, "It was a little pitchy, dawg."
A nice surprise was that I got my package of gifts from seester. Included were some very cool earrings, some wicked magnets *, and this strange but cool car air freshener. She made me promise to hang it somewhere mom can see it. I complied, and now, everywhere I go, Obama is grinning creepily at me.

*seester, YOU get to explain to mom why the kids are running around yelling, "Bite Me!". I had to hide the "Go #%@ Yourself" one because they kept asking about it.

I has a smell

Both my youngest two, and a couple of Megan's children attend a PDO/preschool program twice a week. We take turns bringing each other's kids home. Not interesting, I know, but you needed the backstory. Anyway today Megan picked up and, before retrieving the kids from the playground, she and her oldest daughter Cody went and gathered up their things. There was a different jacket hanging in Claire's spot than usual. Megan was all, Hey, I don't think this is Claire's jacket and Cody was all, Hang on, I'll check it out. (Or how ever an 8 year old says these things) She ran over, SNIFFED the jacket and said, Oh yeah, it's Claire's. It smells like their house.

What???

What exactly does my house smell like, anyway? Cabbage? Flowers? Awesomeness? I am a little concerned about this. We have a SMELL, people. An easily identifiable smell. There are only a few things I can think of off the top of my head that have a distinct smell. And most of them are bad.

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What up, y'all? In an effort to post more frequently. Here I am.

Is that enough? No? damn.

It has been an interesting couple of weeks. I've been making new friends, rediscovering old ones, and appreciating current ones. I feel very friendly today. Tomorrow I fully intend to crawl back into my little hermit hole alone again. All this friendliness is starting to wear me down.
Seriously, though, I usually think of myself as a fairly social person. I like people, lord knows I am not shy, and I like to do things. But I have realized recently that I tend to slip into periods of hermit-ness. It's kinda weird, cause I don't feel lonely or bored. I just like to take a break. From people. Does that make me weird? Discuss the topic fully in a 3 page essay, due on Monday. This will count towards your final grade.


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Claire just ran up and started waving her arms in my face. When I asked her what she was doing, she panted, "Excercising. To get me stronger." She pumped her arms two more times and said, "There." I was all, "Are you done? Cause you only did like 6 reps. I doubt you are stronger yet." her response was to put her hand on her hip and cock her head. "Mom. I am so stronger I can do KARATE. HIIII-Yahhhhhhh!"
Man, if only my brain was a camera, I'd have some funny pictures to show you.


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My favorite thing Dex is doing right now is also turning into a wake up routine. Every morning, I get him out of bed, and he lays his head on my shoulder, still half asleep, and says in his croaky, whispery, sleepy voice, "Momma, I a monkey. ooh ooh ahh ahh." This of course, is quickly followed by, "I wanna sit onna couch. watcha da teevee. wanna cuppa juice. wanna bowla cheer-ohhsss. needa keen diapah." How quickly he goes from cute to demanding.