Singing In The Rain

It rained yesterday. Usually after a rain storm like yesterdays it gets humid and muggy. This particular day it cleared up and got cold. As in we could feel Fall in the air. And it felt good. I think I'm ready.

This morning I awoke from a good, deep sleep. I was refreshed and ready for the day. This is unusual for me, since I am not generally a morning person. More unusual than that, was the fact that I awoke singing Michael McLean's "Together Forever". A sign? I hope.

Thanks, Mom.

In Which I Liken The Gospel Unto Vampires

You may or may not know that I, too, am now entrenched in the Twilight book series. I read all 4 of them, sans The Host, in a little over a week. But I guess The Host isn't really in the series, so that goes without saying. But I digress. My Mom had just died, and I needed a little distraction. Still living at Chateau Clayton, and enjoying the fact that Gretta thinks Grandpa lives and breathes for her happiness, I took full advantage of my down time and gobbled up book after book. Don't worry, I'm not giving you the reviews. I certainly don't put it up there as "literature" in the classic sense, but it occupied time that might otherwise have been spent crying. Or worse, stuffing my face with chocolate.

Yesterday in RS, Dubya taught our lesson. She's so wonderful. She even had a cellist to add some spiritual punctuation to her lesson. As we are learning about the Principles of the Gospel, it comes up that new members are especially in need of support from the other Ward members. They need them there to shore them up when the spiritual high wears off. To help them through the tough times, and to lead them and guide them through the subtle ins and outs of our religion.

This is when I lean next to my neighbor, Shylo*, and say,
"Kinda like the Twilight series, isn't it?"

She responds,
"Did you just refer to Vampires during our lesson?"

I say,
"Yes. Yes I did. You're welcome."

And the door to Hell is opened.

And to think, a reference to Stephenie Meyer during church, and I'm not even in a BYU Ward!


*Shylo and I sat together during Sunday School. When RS started, she asked if she could still sit by me, or if I would get sick of her. I bet it's the other way around now!

This Is Life

I have a killer cold. If I was a man, it would be a "man cold". And if I was motivated at all, I would put a super duper link to the "Man Cold" on YouTube, but you can "Tube" it yourself, cause I'm lazy like that. I fell asleep at 8:00 last night. It rocked. But I still feel like total crap.
*Oh, alright, I linked it. Geez. Now I need a nap.

Gretta is repeatedly trying to wedge herself under my computer chair. With each and every attempt, she bonks her head, hard, on the frame. And yet she continues to try. Tenacious, yes. Mentally ill, possibly.

I have seen Sugar Daddy a total of 15 minutes this week. No, that's a bad thing. See, it's his busy season, getting everything sorted out to different retailers for their Christmas sales. Which means he works at 5AM and gets in just after 7PM. I know I shouldn't complain because it's much harder on him than it is on me, but it's my blog, so I can complain about whatever I want. And tonight he's partaking in the Cubs vs. Brewers game in Milwaukee, so that means he won't be home until after midnight. I don't feel bad for him, though.

Maggie had her first dance class yesterday. Yeah, I'm such a good mom, I forgot the camera.

Emma missed the bus yesterday. Again. So she was late.

Gretta has a fever, a rash, and a limp. This warranted a trip to the ER, but she checked out fine.

My slutty dog has decided it's much more fun to spend the days philandering around the neighborhood than being cooped up in the house with a sick bitchy mom. I rarely know if she's in or out. And to be honest, I don't care anymore.

Oh, and I've been wearing the same pair of denim capris all week. I change my shirt and bra, of course, and my undies, but the pants, they just keep calling my name. I need a new pair. Or pairs.

Feel free to slap the Mother of the Year award right here.

Cuff Me

I'm a little surprised not-a-one of you has made a snarky-ass comment about my "Note to self" of the week.

I'm starting to doubt my readerships attention to blog detail. First no posts, then this? What will I ever do with you!? (And which would come first there, the ? or the ! {?})

I was going to post about it when one of you noticed, because yes, I fish for post fodder.

But since no one did. Fine. You'll just have to wait.

Hmmph.

Music Days

I have the bestest friends ever. I really do. They take care of me.

Thanks to Dubya and her sweet leadership skills, Gretta is getting Kindermusik lessons. I had no idea how fun this class could be. She loves it. And after just one class, she remembers the "Hammer hammer hammer and See Saw See" actions. I'm sure it's because she's a genius, and not because the class is so much fine. Right.

So we're off to music class today.

And tomorrow brings dance lessons for Maggie. I worry because dance is so girly and she's, just, well, probably more girly than even dance lessons could be, if that's possible. She is so excited, she already has her outfit picked out for tomorrow. That kid, honestly.

Okay, People

You may have noticed my "Peeps" list on my sidebar. Many of you that read this blog, and comment, are over there. Because I like to give back, because I'm nice like that. Now. Let's see. I have a dilemma.

People, please. There are many of you, I won't name names, Jill and Kelli, who are featured on my "Peeps", but are no longer earning your spot there. It's been a while since you updated. I mean seriously, I know you have lives and stuff, but I also know you have 5 minutes to grant me the gift of being part of your life.

Lest you think it's just you two, notice that there are many of my Peeps that have slacked in the blog department. I feel like there is just wasted space over there now. And frankly, it gives me less and less to do each day, not having those 10 minutes to check your blog. And I like a full life, so indulge me here.

So please, for the love of Pete,

UPDATE YOUR BLOGS!

or you risk being ostracized to outer darkness, and banished from the list of Peeps. Scary, huh?

Oh, and Happy Birthday, Kelli! Your package is "in the mail", or so they say. No, really, it is.

Possibly TMI

There are few things that can remain sacred after 11 years of marriage, and 3 children. You know what I mean. Of course the marriage itself is sacred, but there is a loss of privacy boundaries that just naturally occurs. It's a comfort thing really. It's not a bad thing. Well, at least not all the time.

But sometimes things happen that should have remained private. Like as in remained private forever. And ever.

Yesterday, a new level of "comfort" took place. It certainly wasn't comfortable for me, but it was for Sugar Daddy, and I'm not sure I'm okay with that.

He went, you know, with the door open! Like as in OPEN! While I was a mere 3 feet away! There aren't enough exclamation points to express my utter disgust. But as he was mid, well, whatever, he said, and I quote, "At least this gives you something to blog about."

Yes. Yes it did. And um, thanks, I guess.