What-I'm-Gonna-Call-It?

This whole thing looks like butterscotch pudding.

2009-07-09T09:18:00.002-05:00

There isn't too much else to say about it.

When I look at this page, I begin to desire butterscotch pudding.

In the worst way.

Truly.

Playing With Children Can Be Hazardous To Your Head!

2009-05-29T09:12:00.002-05:00

It was a lovely day.
Moto K, Queen B, and I headed over to the park.

A quick game of catch, that's all it was.

Queen B played happily nearby.

My plan was to catch that ball in my mitt,
but it was not to be.

In case you're wondering,
there's an itty-bitty-bit
of a knot
on my forehead
still today.

That was 2 1/2 weeks ago.

It took a full 2 weeks for my gorgeous
black eyes to go away.

Isn't that special?

Now, get outside.

Play with your children.

Toss a ball around.

Wear a helmet.

Me? No, I'm fine here in the shade.

Really. Go on without me.

2009-05-29T09:10:00.001-05:00

Does this frighten you?

It frightens me.

I'm just sayin'.

I DO miss you all so much, but ....

2009-02-19T10:33:00.002-06:00

...but... life gets so demanding.

Yesterday I performed an ingrowntoenailectomy.
I'm not sure it was a success. This may require a
specialist, and about this matter I am miffed.

I recently vacuumed vomited hot dogs from my very
light carpet.
"Blotting", as the manufacturer suggests, just wouldn't
do the trick.
I won't drag you through the details of the hazardous waste
cleanup, but the area where the hotdog vomit once was is
now completely clean.

I then disassembled the Dyson and scoured
every washable part of the Dyson.

This required fabricating a contraption that would keep
17 feet of hose extended (without creases, where moisture
would sit and e-mold-ulate) until the drying was complete -
allowing an extra 3 days to be REALLY REALLY sure it was dry.

See? Busy.
But I still love you.
Really, I do.

I ' VE B E E N I N C O G N I T O

2008-11-11T08:17:00.005-06:00

Which is, of course, a complete lie.

I don't even know where C O G N I T O is!

I have no excuses, other than life, for not blogging.

Though it was almost 2 weeks ago, I have to tell you
about this...

My children went trick-or-treating on halloween with
Mr. Amazing.

*I* was* ill. Feverish. Unable to go. Missed out.
This would have been my first year to make the rounds
with them instead of staying home and passing out candy.

Due to my untimely illness, Mr. Amazing was forced to play
Wicked Stepmother to Queen Bee's Cinderella.

We couldn't just completely bail on a Wicked Stepmother gig.
Not when QB was soooo counting on it.

He did a fabulous job. Wore the wig AND the dress.
Have you ever seen a Wicked Stepmother with a mustache?

Odds are, SOME of you have.

Much to Queen Bee's chagrin, we never did find anyone to play
Anastasia and Drizella, the Ugly Stepsisters.

Not that QB didn't try.
For weeks before halloween, she would ask people
(with great enthusiasm):

"How would YOU like to be my Ugly Stepsister?!?!"

Alas, she had no takers.
Not even the dog.

Poor Cinderella. :>)

And another thing... and then one last thing

2008-09-20T11:30:00.004-05:00

Another thing:

QB also informed me this morning that when the larm goes off from my key not working in the door of our car, it is called a mistake and that will make people frighten out from the horn blowing so loudish. So don't do that mistake.

Just, you know... so you know about that.

AND the last thing:

I pack snacks for QB to eat at preschool in little tupperware containers.
I try to always put a little piece of tape on the outside of the container that
says what's inside. My line of thinking is that it's easiest for the teacher to
tell her what's in each container, so she only has to open the one(s) that
QB seems interested in eating.

As I sat here writing the previous post, QB began putting stickers
all over one of these little plastic containers.
I absent-mindedly
(I'm on the computer, I can't pay attention to what she's doing right now LOL)
said "Don't put stickers all over that."

QB replied "I have to, so I know what's in there."

"Oh, " I said. "So, what's in there?"

QB smirked at me, maybe a little frustrated
at having to explain something that seems so obvious.

" Our Heavily Father."

"Oh" was all I could say. I'm just so pleased we have labels for that.

EDITED TO ADD: Lovely! The stickers on the container are Moto K's.
They are skateboard stickers. World Industries. Their logo is a little
devilish-looking guy with a pitchfork. Fabulous.
**H**

Queen B explains why our basement is cold.

2008-09-20T11:24:00.002-05:00

Me: It's cold down here.

QB: Yeah, it's cold in the basement.

Me: I think basements are always cold.

QB: No, it's cold down here because we have so many wind-ers.

Me: You think the windows are making it cold?

QB: No, the wind-ers. They are blowing and blowing.

Me: The windows are blowing??

(QB walks over and puts her hand atop one of the three fans that are running to dry out our basement.

QB: NO! THIS! THIS WIND-ER, and THAT WIND-ER over THAY-ER. Too many wind-ers blowing is making this basement SO COLD!

So now we know. Too many wind-ers = cold basement. Mystery solved.

**H**

"I'm incorporated. I'm two idiots." - Gallagher

2008-09-18T08:42:00.011-05:00

If you have a preference over which way I sign my posts:

** H **

or

Heather

You should keep it to yourself.

That's all.

Wait - I gotta keep it real..

2008-09-18T08:42:00.009-05:00

In that previous post's title I made it sound like
I'm all organized now.

Nope, floods change lots of things. Just look at Noah.
Well, this is nothing like that, and Noah is not visible
to the naked eye at this time, so forget I mentioned it.

But I don't want you thinking I'm all changed
and really super-duper awesome at organization
now that I had some water seepage in my basement.

Nope. I'm still a loser. But things are getting a little more
organized, because we've been forced to go through things
that either DID get wet or were GOING to get wet if
we didn't move them.

These things have to get new homes, on higher shelves, in
containers.

(You know, even though it's not likely we'll have
that kind of rain again soon, I want to be sure, in case I don't
get back down there this year - or next.)

Anyway.... no miracle organizational conversion has occurred.

But don't be all up in my grill about it. I'm workin' on it, ok?

Just wanted to set the record straight. "Organized" doesn't
truly describe what's happening here.

This has been a "keepin' it real" announcement.

I'm Heather, and I approve this message. But I'm not proud of it.

Dried out now. Humbled, more organized, thankful, and dry.

2008-09-18T08:42:00.006-05:00

Last weekend's rains were just crazy.

My car was also having some issues, so I wasn't out & about anyway.

I didn't realize until I saw pictures this week how bad it really was.

If you ever want to feel really incompetent,

avoid spending time in your basement unless absolutely

necessary, even if your bedroom and laundry room are down there.

Then you can take everything you don't know what to do with
and shove it down there.
You can do this repeatedly for months on end,

assuring yourself daily that
soon "things will calm down",

and THEN you'll get a complete handle on it.

(Diagnosis..... perfectionism, short attention span,
multi-task performance deficiency,
mother-of-"busy"-toddler-ism,
procrastinati..... I'll finish the list later, but you get the point.)

Later, when there's a stinkin' deluge, and
water seeps into your basement for days on end,

your inadequacy will come to light.

In fact, it will seem to you as though the mostest huge spotlight
(like the kind Crazy Eddie uses for his Midnight Madness sale)

has been shineded down right upon your pajama-clad, bed-headed self.

You'll be humiliated beyond belief.

You'll feel relieved when Mr. Amazing and Moto K -I mean YOUR FAMILY-
don't yell at you, but instead put their durable bodies, forgiving spirits,
and jump-to-it-ive-ness to work to bail (laugh, snort- literally BAIL) you out.

You'll wonder at how God created such a wonderful human being as
your mother-in-law, as she takes all of your laundry to wash, dry, and fold.

You'll feel really terrible for wondering how this awful thing
could have happened to you, once you realize that just down the ridge
there are families who
left their homes that first night,
and have no idea when they'll be allowed to return.

We're all fine, praise the Lord.

Sending up prayers for those who still wait to even get started on the
evaluation of damage done.

Hugs n' kisses (unless I don't even know you, and then.. ewww..)-
Heather

When coupon chicks say....

2008-08-18T22:42:00.003-05:00

... "Don't touch my box!"

They are referring to the coupon box. It's sacred, you know.

... " I did Walgreens and Walmart, but not Target. Oh, and I
still need to go CVSing."

They mean that they have gleaned savings of huge proportions
by combining coupons and sales at the stores mentioned.

... " I need multiple inserts."

That chunky little booky-thingy of coupons that comes with the
Sunday paper is called an "insert" (since, you know, it's inserted
into the paper).

... "I NEVER can find a hang-tag, because I don't drink wine, so
I don't get cheap meat."

A "hang-tag" is, oddly enough , a tag-like thing that frequently
hangs around the neck of a bottle of wine, bringing opportunites
for free or discounted meat and other items to its bearer.

I don't want to overwhelm the uncouponly among us, so I'll stop there.

Besides, Mr. Amazing doesn't like it when I blog so late in the evening.
He thinks we need to spend time together.
Which is why I'll be on the lookout for a deal on scissors.
I think he'd enjoy having his very own pair.
Just think of the hours we could spend together.
He could clip, I could sort.
Ya think??? :>)

No? Why not??

**H**

See, it's not just me.

2008-08-18T22:26:00.003-05:00

I have less than 10 boxes of cereal on hand right now.
Toothpaste, soap, deodorant, and shampoo are plentiful.

If there's another weather crisis this month, do not fear.
I'll bring the toiletries.

Mr. Amazing was just commenting the other day, though,
how surprised he was that I haven't been doin' my deals
like I usually do.

True, true. We've eaten up the last of the Yogos.
We're down to our last pack of razors.....

I jokingly said "Well, you always harass me about all the stuff
I'm bringing home, so I thought that meant you wanted me to
stop."

Mr. Amazing let me know (in no uncertain terms) that indeed
he did NOT want me to stop. He also seemed to be a little
flustered, like I'd somehow be causing him to lose his place
among the elite. (Coupon Husbands... it's this whole elite group
you probably don't know much about. But if you missed the fact
that this post's title is a link to another blog where a husband wrote
about his wife's couponing skills and frugality, it's not too late to learn.
Just click on this:
http://frugalinvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-married-couponaholic-5-ways-life-has.html)

See, I don't think he wants me to know (lest I get a big head...
a valid concern, I must say) that he brags to all his friends about
my superior couponing and deal-hunting maneuvers. But he does.
They all do.

I've been trying to use up some of what we'd stockpiled.
But it just might be time to head back to the store. I wouldn't
want to shame my husband, you know.

Announcement/ Invitation

2008-08-11T22:27:00.002-05:00

Queen B just wants everyone to know that yes, she is now 3.
And she enjoyed her party (over a month ago).

But she's having another one.
(She asks everyone she meets if they can come to her party!)

Auntie Latcher (not her REAL name, you know....)
was the first to get wind of the actual date of this party.

Wanna know when it is?!?!

Tuesdember Eight.

We hope you will be there.
According to Queen B, it will be so fun, and you will love it.

Thanks.
Please RSVP by Muntober Twunteenst.

Pathetic, I say.

2008-08-01T19:45:00.004-05:00

I've been doing things like :

reorganizing kitchen cabinets

paying bills

cleaning up spills

making a dinner at home now and then
(I know, what a concept, right??)

listening to books on tape

trying to stay out of the heat

and so on.

In my opinion, these are very boring things
to talk to other people about. And, if I were to
do so, the other people might decide that *I*
was very boring.

And, uh, CLEARLY, I'm not.
This is where you should affirm me.
Say that I'm not boring.
Go ahead.
I'll wait.

So, I've been silent so you could just think
I'd been busy doing important, interesting things.

And, now that you know the truth, please take an
EXTRA moment to be in awe of how interesting
it's been just reading about how boring I'm not.

There, that will have to do for now.

**H**

The Lemon-O Method of P*tty Training

2008-07-11T09:10:00.004-05:00

So, Queen B is mostly potty trained.

We've had a few "incidents" that resulted
in some items getting wet that I would have
preferred remain dry, but....whatcha gonna do??

It was just yesterday morning that I learned the
proper name of our current potty training method.

Here's how it happened:

Me: Do you have to p*tty?

QB: No

Me: Are you sure?

QB: Yes.

Me: Don't p*tty your pants. You've got big girl pants on.

QB: I will do Lemon-O.

Me: What??

QB: I will just do Lemon-O.

Me: What is Lemon-O?

QB: You say, " If you have to go p*tty, Lemon-O."

Me: (talking to self, really thinking about the words.... I say "Lemon-O" ??...
....what in the WORLD is Lemon-O... when do I say "Lemon-O" ???
.....hhhmmmm..... [STOP]

So.... have you figured it out, or shall I explain??

Lemon-O.

Say it fast.

"If you have to go p*tty, Lemon-O."

"If you have to go p*tty, LEMONO."
...
...
...

"If you have to go p*tty, LEMME NO."

.......

"If you have to go p*tty, LET ME KNOW."

Brilliant plan, Queen B. Simply brilliant.
We should market this method.

:>)

**H**

In response to the masses who've asked....

2008-07-09T13:12:00.003-05:00

Well, only one person asked.
And it's someone who loves me.

Yep, I'm at the lake.
Moto K is at camp, and Queen B is
having a grand time with her cousins.

I've been silent because the last thing
I could think of to post had to do with
Obama on the cover of Rolling Stone.

And it came out all weird when I tried to
post it.

So I just didn't.
And now you may or may not wonder what
I was going to say.
It just doesn't matter.
Let's talk later, when I'm not leaving for lunch, ok?

**H**

SheSpeaks was great, and then there's my real life. :>)

2008-06-24T21:30:00.002-05:00

Well, I haven't had even a moment to figure out what I really got out of the
conference I attended this past weekend.

Mr. Amazing was in Michigan racing his motorcycle,
and my dear friend was here with the kids.

Though he did bring home both first and second place trophies,
Mr. Amazing also brought home a sling and some pain medication,
you know... "souvenirs" from his stay in the critical care unit.

He's got broken collar bone, a few broken ribs, and a small
puncture in his left lung. Nice.
Poor thing. He's really hurting.

While Mr. Amazing sat in the hospital, I made my way through
flight delays and crazy weather from North Carolina to Michigan.
Monday was spent coming home from Michigan.
Today was today.

I'm trying to plow my way through laundry, our regular weekly
commitments, and my new "nurse" duties.

I'm sure I'll catch up and have something to say about
the conference, but right now my brain hurts.

Peace and love, my peeps.

**H**

Lyrics, courtesy of Queen B

2008-06-18T06:25:00.003-05:00

Queen B sings:
"Din-gle, din-gle, baby to-night with a belt on my side...."

Translation (sing with us if you can):
"I can't see me lovin' nobody but you for all my life..."

:>)

She's still talking about American Idol.
Moto K forced me to download a bunch of songs
from this season, so we've been listening to them
in the car for a month.

We've been so impressed at how Queen B can sing right
along with Jason, David C., Brooke, Carly, even Chikezie.
Who knew that all the contestants had the words wrong?

BTW...
When Queen B tries to sing Carly's version of Come Together,
the "I know you, you know me, one thing I can tell you..."
comes out a bit Barney-ish:

"I know you, you know me, one thing I can tell you is
you've got to be free.... with a great big hug and a kiss
from me to you... right now....... OVER ME!"

Rock on! :>)

**H**

In 2 days I leave for SHE SPEAKS!

2008-06-17T11:21:00.004-05:00

It's a writers' conference. Well, it's a writer's conference.
AND it's a writers' conference. It's both. :>)
I'm excited. I'm nervous. Intimidated.
Scared out of my mind.... but looking forward to it.

Please pray that all will be well as my little family spreads
out all over the country.

My kids will be home with my most wonderful friend, Kim.

Mr. Amazing will be off somewhere on a motorcycle.
(It's a really important event, y'all... it's not like he could just
NOT go.... I mean, really....what are you insinuating?)

To those others attending the conference... I'm praying for you
and yours! See you there!

**H**

Happy Anniversary to us..... SIXTEEN YEARS!!!

2008-06-13T09:17:00.005-05:00

We had some plans for this weekend, but now they've
changed. They weren't really romantic or anniversary-ish,
anyway. (Last year we sided the house... woooo....S-T-E-A-M-Y!!!)
We were supposed to go to Michigan...now we're just going
to dinner.

Just before the last decade of the previous century began
(December, 1990)
Mr. Amazing asked me to marry him. I said
"Sure, fine, whatever...."
(Ok, that's not really what I said.)

So, on June 13 of 1992, we got married.

The day before Flag Day. We purposely scheduled it
that way (not really).
See, then, if the flags are out we'll know we've
missed it.
We never HAVE missed it. But, you know... just in case.
Kind of like a little insurance policy.
(Insurance? Knowing you've missed it?
More of an informance policy, if there is such a thing.)

At any rate....
in the past SIXTEEN years we've moved all over the country
enjoying scenery and collecting children (kidding, but
had to say it anyway, since our kids WERE born on
different continents).

We now find ourselves living just a few blocks
from our first home together, which is also just
across the street from where Mr.Amazing's mama laid his
little tiny infant head on his first night home from the hospital.

We've been married so long that the babies at our wedding
are now graduating from high school. Unfathomable.
Stop the clock right now!
(Deep breath! I can NOT afford to get all emotional
about the passage of time today.)

I'm proud to say we've survived SIXTEEN years of marriage.
We're committed, or need to be.
We're in love and/or too stubborn to quit.

It hasn't always been a bed of roses. I don't mind. Roses
are beautiful, but they don't smell good. Not to mention the
thorns. Come to think of it, maybe it HAS been a bed of
roses. :>) I joke, I joke!

Seriously, Mr. Amazing, I want you to know....

I STILL DO!

This makes me laugh REALLY hard!

2008-06-12T19:05:00.006-05:00

EDIT: APOLOGIZING FOR MY CONTINUED
RANDOMNESS. I CERTAINLY COULD HAVE
PUT THIS POST TOGETHER IN A WAY THAT
WOULD HAVE MADE MORE SENSE TO EVERYONE
ELSE. OF COURSE, IT MADE PERFECT SENSE TO ME
UNTIL I TRIED TO GO BACK AND READ IT AS "YOU".

SO... TO SUMMARIZE...THE VIDEO IS A COMEDIC
PORTRAYAL OF A WACKY HOMESCHOOL FAMILY.
I BLATANTLY STOLE IT FROM ANOTHER BLOG...
AND SO ON...

BUT THE ORIG. POST READ LIKE THIS:

Willing to admit: Blog envy.

Reason for envy: Haven't yet learned to use all features availabe to
enhance blogging experience for self and readers.

Pretending to really be sad about: Others being more awesomer
& more blogariffic than I.

Content to: Just be myself until such time as I am able to achieve
a higher level of awesomeness & blogariffawhateveritis.

Watched today: YouTube video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-HL2sFX8RA
(Title of this post is also the link!)

Where I saw it: Embedded in a blog.

Blogger's name: DeeDee

How it made me feel: Rapid breathing, hysterical laughter, difficulty
controlling spontaneous urination.

And you might enjoy reading: The "Best Of" posts on DeeDee's blog.
http://fiddledeedee.net/best-of-fiddledeedee/

What I'll do to combat my envy: Eat some ice cream.

Effectiveness level of my plan: Completely ineffective.

How I feel about having an ineffective plan: Willing to accept it and
get on to the part about the ice cream.

Thanks for listening.
Have a great evening.

**H**

Do you shred pre-approved credit applications?

2008-06-07T10:31:00.003-05:00

Do you tear them up?
Do you just throw them away?

You might be interested to read the post below from
cockeyed.com.
The author shredded, taped back together, and changed
the address on one of his own pre-approved applications.
Then he gave a cell phone number so he wouldn't have to
be at his home number when he called to activate the card.
How convenient (for a CRIMINAL!), right?

(Link takes you to page 1 . At the bottom of each page is a link
that takes you to the next page to continue reading.)

http://www.cockeyed.com/citizen/creditcard/application.shtml

When we get pre-approved offers, I generally try to mutilate
the address and my name, then just tear up the rest.
This method would be ineffective, though, if someone were
to find something else in the bag with my name and address or
actually steal garbage FROM my address, thereby knowing the
address from whence it came. :>)

(Not an advertisement for this service, just talking about
something.... :>)

We've recently purchased LIFELOCK coverage for all four of us.
http://www.lifelock.com/

Yep. All four of us. Because, the way I see it, for just over
$2 a month (I entered promo code RD3 when I signed up,
so we got a discount!)

I'm attempting to ensure that some creepo won't get ahold
of any of our So-So Security numbers. Imagine the damage
a criminal could do to a child's credit (undetected) before
they ever reach adulthood.

That would be a long time for a creepo to be
out there wreaking havoc, would it not?

Now, LIFELOCK is not completely foolproof.

Link to article about its failings here:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080522/ap_on_hi_te/identity_fraud_flap

I don't think anything is completely foolproof.
Because the is "absolutely confident" of their services, he has
his So-So number listed on the LIFELOCK website.

Since I don't plan on publishing any of our So-So numbers,
odds of that NOT happening to us are a bit better. So while
I'm not absolutely confident, I'm pretty confident in their services
in general.

My cousin's credit card number was recently stolen and used online.
The thief 's charges were approved. Her credit card company actually
declined one of her actual charges and questioned her about another.

Last I heard, it was expected that all would work out, that she wouldn't
have to pay for the fraudulent charges. But it could have been worse.
There were thousands of dollars in available credit on that card!
We talked about services like LIFELOCK. She was going to look into it.
Not sure what she decided to do. Her experience prompted me to just
go ahead and do something I've been thinking about doing for a long time.

You can read more about LIFELOCK in the link. I'm not asking you
to use LIFELOCK... just telling you that I do.

And I'm not asking you dispose of your pre-approved credit card
applications in any certain way. I'm just saying that what I thought
was an ok method may not have been. But I won't even really have
to worry about that anymore, since one of the things the service is
supposed to do is stop pre-approved offers from coming in the mail.

Ok, I'm done rambling about that now.
What's for lunch?

**H**

Moto K caught a fish!

2008-06-06T11:31:00.002-05:00

It has been reported that Moto K recently caught a bass
with an approximate length of 346 inches. This, of course,
is an extreme exaggeration.
That's what we've been told all fishermen do.

But we DO have a picture of it.

From the picture, it appears to be about 9 inches long.

Moto K reports using a rubber minnow as bait.

We are so very proud, and we thought you should know.

Thank you.
Good day.
We said "Good day."
Hang up now.
Hang up.
You hang up first.
K, bye!

**H**

Sit & Spin

2008-06-06T10:39:00.003-05:00

Queen B recently discovered the Sit & Spin.

We've owned it for years, but I've managed to keep it hidden.
I believe it was purchased at a garage sale
or given to us when Moto K was just a tiny thing.

It's one of those toys you can't put away very well
without putting it somewhere out of the way
where it is forgotten.

Honestly, since it's been out I've spent at least
some of the time wishing it was still forgotten.

While I transferred clothes to the dryer from the washer
Queen B had her first few Sit & Spin rides just outside
the laundry room.

She entered the laundry room breathless...

QB: What's it called?

Me: Sit & Spin

QB: Sit & Spin & Fall Off?

Me: (chuckling) No, Sit & Spin.

QB: (determined to get this straight) Sit & Spin & Fall Off.

Me: No, just Sit & Spin.

QB: (frowing, disgusted, walking away) Well.... I fall off.

He-he-he......

Moments later, in attempt to REALLY impress Moto K,
she decided to test the item's versatility as
a Stand & Spin.

This proved to be a bad idea, as demonstrated
by the launching of Queen B from said item into
Superman-style flight. (Great if you're a super
hero, not so great if the door frame of the laundry
room is near where your face is fixin' to land.)

I've seen newer versions of the Sit & Spin online.
They have all sorts of bells & whistles.
They don't get very good reviews, though.

Though I have no personal experience with this,
I'm going to just go ahead and say that the
new/improved versions are probably not as good
as the original.
Is it even possible to make the experience
of spinning until you want to puke better for a kid
by adding lights and sounds?

Heck, I was happy spinning while sitting on wheeled,
swiveling kitchen chairs. (Disclaimer: Spinning on
said chairs was strictly forbidden, but moms and
grandmas have to go potty or run out to the mailbox
SOMETIME!!!)

I find this particular version most laughable.
http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2264825

As IF!

Simon is NOT the boss of me. I have a feeling Queen B would
have a similar point of view. Guess we'll stick with the original.

Gotta run.
Saw an ad for a garage sale down the street. Guess what they have...
swiveling kitchen chairs on wheels, baby!! :>)

**H**

I've been asleep since Tuesday night...what'd I miss?

2008-05-30T08:05:00.004-05:00

The kids and I were traveling from Tuesday to Tuesday,
covering ground from the Windy City to the Ozarks,
to David Cook's hometown, and back home.

I went to bed every night we were gone.
Really, I did. I slept, I think. I
didn't feel completely exhausted on the trip. But... WOW!

I have done just about nothing except sleep
and take care of my kids (between naps) since I've been home.
What's in the air out there?!? I mean, REALLY!!!???

But now I'm home. I feel more rested. I'm starting
to come around.
Just thought you should know.

Thanks for listening.
** H **