Friday, November 30, 2007

3 Letters

Three little letters F-L-U followed by three more M-O-M. The rules of the universe dictate that when mom is sick the whole family domicile and dynamic will fall apart. 'Nuff said.

Monday, November 26, 2007

On To Christmas

A Little Christmas Elf

Thanksgiving was very nice. We went to my dad and step mom's for dinner. My brother, SIL and nephew were there also. The adult men all sacked out after eating. The kids went outside in the cold and played quite awhile, then came in and we had a rousing round of Trivial Pursuit and Apples to Apples. We came home about 5 and watched Evan Almighty and Ocean's 13. A nice relaxing day and we weren't even unusually disfunctional.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Obviously I've waited too long for some of the children, and all Ad wants is breatsmilk. She doesn't even have a strict regimen.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007


Thanksgiving is upon us and I have no idea what I'll be taking. My kids suggestions have been interesting-chocolate chip cookies, milk shakes, crescent rolls--that would make for an interesting feast.
In other news, the hot water heater died Sunday night. I concluded it was dead by wading onto the back porch. New one is in now and the back has dried out. So much for that little extra put back for Christmas. Which I wouldn't need 'til mid-December anyway since I hate Christmas (and most other) shopping. I see Kohl's is opening at 4am on Friday. Is it really worth getting up at 2am to get a $3 sweater?????

Wednesday, November 14, 2007


The weather was lovely today. Fifty five degrees and sunny. Some horticutural fluke still has many of the trees covered in colorful leaves. Is this November in Indiana? Not that I mind of course. I put A in her sling and took Mel and we went walking to the library. At one point Mel stopped and looked up through the intensely yellow leaves at the slices of very blue sky. She said "It looks like lemons and water." I love the way four year olds think. And I took one of those mental snapshots. I have a collection. Moments I remember where nothing earth shattering happened but it just felt good. Walking with my two littlest girlies felt good today.

Friday, November 09, 2007

It's a small town when

A name listed on the ballot says: Ronald "Big Ron" B----. No sr., no jr, just Big Ron.

The local crime on the front page of the weekly newspaper is that someone's mailbox got knocked down by a combine and they didn't stop! Any info appreciated.

People call with advice on mouse traps. People you don't really know. They talked to their neighbor, who talked to their sister-in-law who talked to the clerk at the Dollar General who sold you some mouse traps.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007


Not much to blog about. Well, stuff, but very day to day stuff. It is cold this morning, How's that for a sexy topic. The kids are fine. S,C,L and F are obsessed with Battlequest. It is some game, with battles. That is what I have gleaned by passing through the room while they glue themselves to MY computer. Oh the wails when I announce time's up. The boys went camping with the scouts, E is working hard at school and preparing for her first debate meet this weekend. Addie is wonderful, but growing too fast. And that pretty much concludes the excitement here in Mayberry. You can scoot back from the edge of your seat now.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Halloween Haul

The kids made out like bandits. Soooo much candy. Some of it will be disappearing while they are out. We made it through 1.5 hours of walking without any melt downs. I was sure the baby or Mel would cry but they were good. Mel made up for it by waking up three separate times crying. I'm not sure if it was her routine being off or nightmares from some of the scary outfits. She wouldn't go get candy if the person passing it out was dressed up. She was fine with little monsters but not BIG ones. It was, of course, nearly impossible to get them to quit jumping around and get a picture. This is the best I could do. The baby's face is covered and the older boys left on their masks but, oh well.