1. What is your favorite word? I love you (I know, I know…it’s really three words)
2. What is your least favorite word? never
3. What turns you on, creatively, spiritually or emotionally? compassion
4. What turns you off? thinking only inside the box
5. What is your favorite curse word? fuck – and very creatively, I might add!
6. What sound or noise do you love? the ocean, my children’s voices
7. What sound or noise do you hate? my children crying
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? ASL interpretor
9. What profession would you not like to do? nurse
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? You belong here? Let me double check my list…

I not only use all the brains I have, but all that I can borrow ~ Woodrow Wilson

1. What is your favorite word? I love you (I know, I know…it’s really three words)
2. What is your least favorite word? never
3. What turns you on, creatively, spiritually or emotionally? compassion
4. What turns you off? thinking only inside the box
5. What is your favorite curse word? fuck – and very creatively, I might add!
6. What sound or noise do you love? the ocean, my children’s voices
7. What sound or noise do you hate? my children crying
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? ASL interpretor
9. What profession would you not like to do? nurse
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? You belong here? Let me double check my list…

I not only use all the brains I have, but all that I can borrow ~ Woodrow Wilson

When is the 1st day of school?

Today I was wishing school would begin. Seriously. The funniest part about that is that the Captain and the Diva have been in daycamp all week from 8:30-2:30! So, as of this moment, we have been together for about 6 hours today (morning time doesn’t really count – everyone is usually too busy to get on anyone else’s nerves. Notice I said usually.) The current argument is about notebooks. When we moved, all the art supplies got put in one big box…paper, scissors, crayons, markers, glue sticks, etc., etc. Since the Diva has a desk in her room, I made the mistake of telling her she could store all the art supplies in her desk but that she had to share them with the Captain. Apparently, she heard as far as putting them in her desk…and that made them hers.

The Postman is hiding in the bedroom watching a Clapton concert on DVD. In 22 minutes I will join him. 9:00 pm…summertime magical hour…I will have to start weaning them back to 8:30. 9:00 is too late for the school year.

I think people that have a brother or sister don’t relaize how lucky they are. Sure, they fight alot, but to know that there’s always somebody there, somebody that’s family. ~ Trey Parker and Matt Stone

Smarty Pants Mom

Nothing like a little quiz to enlighten a Sunday morning: Are You a Slacker Mom?

Your quiz results make you a Smarty Pants Mom. Smart parents like you have smart kids. They need plenty of intellectual stimulation and you provide them with all they need, plus lots of love. You know how to help them with algebra homework, and you are superior at kissing boo-boos.

I can’t wait to tell The Diva that I’m a Smarty Pants Mom! I think I’ll follow it up with “Neener, neener! Told you I was smart!”. I’m pretty sure when she rolls her eyes at me this time, they’ll get stuck in the recesses of her head.

When The Diva was 6 she asked me how babies are made. I responded that we should take a trip to the library and pick out some books to read about the creation of life. She said she didn’t want to. She wanted me to tell her in my own words. I responded again that I really thought we should read a book together. She looked me square in the eye and said “You don’t know how it happens, do you?” I lost all credibilty at that exact moment.

I leave you with this:

Raising children is part joy and part guerilla warfare. ~ Ed Asner

What you "should" do…

Man, I hate that phrase. I completely dislike it when someone takes it completely upon themselves to tell me what I should do. If I ask for your opinion…then great, lay it on me. Or if I’m complaining about a situation and you’re tired of hearing it, then tell me what I should do and then tell me to shut up. (Whether I take the advice is a completely different matter, but if I am complaining about something, I guess y’all have the right to say “then do something about it!” But I digress…)

I took my car to the garage yesterday. Not quite yet 8k miles but there’s a shake in the steering column when I step on the brakes. Rotors, right? Well…at 9:20 (after the car has been taken for a test drive), the mechanic tells me that he might feel a little shake…but not really. I insist that there is one so he goes back into the garage, leaving me in the little waiting room off to the side (not bad digs…leather couches and all…). I had a book, I was happy to sit and read. The Postman called at about 10:40.

Him: “Where are you?”
Me: “At the garage.”
Him: “Still? What did they say?”
Me: “That they couldn’t really feel the shake but they are still looking at it and working on it.”
Him: “What are they doing to it?”
Me: “I don’t know. He hasn’t come back out since our initial conversation.”
Him: “Well, what you SHOULD do is go ask them what they are doing and why it is taking so long.”
Me: “No, what I SHOULD do is sit here and wait and not be a pain in the ass to the person who is caring for my car. If you want to ask questions like that, you bring the car in next time. That’s not my style.”

Needless to say, that was pretty much the end of our conversation. Don’t get me wrong…I am not at all passive and I will speak up if the situation warrants. However, being that I know very little about cars, I need a mechanic that won’t take advantage of the situation. Since that was my very first visit to that particular garage, I don’t think being rude and irritating was really the best route to take.

So this morning:

Him: “What you SHOULD do is take the car out on the highway today to see how it runs.”

I’ll let you know when that happens!

First post…background history…

So this is it. My blog. I resisted for a long time…lurking on other blog sites, reading about other people’s lives. So I thought I’d give it a whirl. I think most of it is coming from boredom. Until recently, I was a single mom, working full time. Now I am still a single mom…although that’s not quite true as I do live with my significant other (known here as The Postman)…and I work part time from a home office…and my kids are spending a good part of the summer with their father. So that leaves me with a significant amount of free time on my hands.I’m not sure what the plan is going forward. Will I blog every day? Will I use the space as a journal/personal diary and allow complete strangers into that very private space? Or will I just write about the daily grind? I haven’t figured that all out…I am blessed with the ability to see the humor and ridiculousness of almost any situation so I’m sure that will come into play quite a bit!

For now…I leave you with this…the Captain and his summer ‘do

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