Sunbear, your children alone are the reason why I’d like three children. With two, there is no arguing over who gets a window. With three, welllll, it’s moan moan moan…and I get to issue all the parental cliches I know.
And with three, there is never ever total collaberation to lie to Mom or Dad about who broke the lamp. There is always one that will want to turn in someone else for his own greater good. With two, they will collaberate and have an airtight alibi.
In other mundania, I wrote my second letter to the editor ( first was the Detroit News and got published) of our local newspaper. I did it via email. Our local paper is 28 pages long and it’s mostly classifieds and real estate ads. The editor interviewed a guy that sees about 100 movies a year and what that guys top ten picks for the 1999. The movie guy sucks at writing, so I offered my services to help him out and maybe we could have a once in a while column.If he turns out to be a worm, I volunteered to write a video review, as my movie theater watching time in the year 2000 will be only by hearsay.
To answer the nagging question you’ve all had: Just How ANAL is Shirley since she’s gestating? Today I wrote down all the spices I have and plan to enter them into excel so I can keep an accurate log and print it out to carry with me so I don’t buy any more duplicate spices again.
I’ve also decided to (brace yourselves) cook at least two meals a week ( that maybe will make it four meals with leftovers). This would up my percentage of actual decent meals COOKED in the kitchen by about 90 percent. My husband will suspect me being taken over by aliens, I’m certain. I am sure that once the baby comes, this New Year’s Resolution will be forgotten.
I found a spice in my collection that my Mom gave to me when I married and set up house.She thinned out her crammed spice cabinet for me. It’s curry and it’s in a little tin and the price on it is twenty five cents. I can only imagine just how old it is. I think I’ll save it for my daughter when she marries and pass it along, like a keepsake.
ShirleyU: There’s also the chaos factor. I think this correlates to the square, so 2 children are 4 times as much chaos and 3 children are 9 times as nuch chaos. Especially if the kids are 2 years or 1 year apart.
I’m typing and editing some stuff to publish (no$) so I haven’t had time to read much stuff here.At least by fri the PC goes to the shop. Will have to surf at work, where the dope is blocked, as is a lot of entertaining stuff.
Great Debates started the year off with a bang - the great LBMB raid. That was amusing, and over quickly, although a few remnant threads roll ahead and we picked up a few new members.
Currently playing in GD is a rather loopy troll calling itself FORMERAGENT. What’s on next week?
I have proof that my son is from outer space. It is nearly 10p and he is running amok full of sunshine and happiness and the faster he goes, the more tired mommy and daddy become. If only there was a way to harness this energy to power our house.
My African Grey really digs baby food, which is great since I can’t get him to eat fresh veggies. I went to the grocery store and bought about 10 jars of the stuff, along with some stuff for me. The bagger forgot to put the bag with the baby food in it back into my cart. I didn’t realize it was missing till I got home. Now I have to go back to the store to get it. Grrr.
I really hate the new Mrs. Butterworth commercial. I want to kill the grandfather.
I’ve been asked to write a monthly column at my daytime board. Just one more nonpaying writing job. I might do it. Not from work,though. They record every post so I try to keep it short.
We took our dog Jimmy to a training class last night. The training class is more for the owners than the dogs It was fun, except Jimmy embarrassed us by being the most excited whiny dog there. He just wanted to play with the other dogs and whined and barked when we tried to make him sit still. The trainers finally asked us to move him to the other side of the training area. How embarrassing It was like being the mother of the 2 year old in the fastfood restaurant that keeps screaming and throwing french fries and crawling under the table. At least he didn’t poop in front of everyone like one of the other dogs did.
Anyway, these people seem very competent and compassionate. They are in to motivational training; ie, praising and rewarding the dog everytime it does good and not breaking its spirit. Our homework for this week is to practice heeling (I almost typed healing–tee hee). We’re going to have to buy him some more little treats and a new toy (he is a destroyer of toys). I love shopping for my baby boy
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
Tonight the PC goes to the shop, until they get the parts etc etc.
Amazing what we put up with for reliability in computers. If there was a brand that was 20% more expensive but gave a 5 year warranty, I’d buy it.
My computer was gone about 6 hours, I picked it up after dinner and I’m only out of $70! new CD rom drive.my son will now play his new games from christmas.
Toddler free today. My day started at 545am with my son and my husband tying for to wake up first.Son one, but hubby got the boot out of bed to take care of him. Went to a bunch of stores ( Sam’s, Target, Grocery and Dollar store) .
Saved anywhere’s between $19-89 when I resisted the massive implus to buy a day runner/franklin planner/wannabe. Realized I have the zippered notebook thing at home that I keep a notebook in and all I have to do is buy the guts that I want from the Cambridge/franklin planner. I want all the pertinent info that I need at my finger tips all the time, and this is much cheaper than a laptop
Made a pork loin roast stuffed with green apples and onions tonight as my first effort to a) better feed my family. b) learn to cook c) attempt the " one day" recipes. ( “One day” when I have time I’ll try this…) Turned out well. Hubby loved it and I can’t taste anything because of my sinuses.
Watched “Greed” and by the first answer, I would have been team captian. I am a trivia Goddess.
Thus concludes this evenings Shirley Report. Thanks for tuning in and see you need time on Channel Mundania.
Make it your mantra ‘I want that barcolounger ,but absolutely will not bid above $30 for it’. - Yankee Blue
What, you don’t have a palm pilot like my nerdy boss 4 years ago? He had the planners too and made long notes in miniature writing. I don’t know where he stored all those pages, there must have been tons. He coudn’t just use a yellow notepad like the rest of us, to write down his “action items”.
Myson has control of the computer for most of the day.
I hauled the christmas tree to a county park for recycling. I drive past the Gandhi center, where they have a major prayer day today. Lots of prosperous Indian Americans driving up in minivans and SUVs. Some are standing in the rain, with two county police, acting very American. Directing traffic, walkie talkies, orange vests. Three school buses are used to shuttle people to a parking lot in the county park.
I dump my tree, same routine on the way back. Without the traffic controllers I would not have gotten out of the park at all.We have one Indian family, also very Americanized, among our friends. They went as far as getting a dog, but it was too big.No experience with pets.The breeders took the dog back, found a home.
I think we bought a car, but we forgot to call the insurance guy friday. let’s see.
I caved in and bought a Dayrunner ( $32 plus $6 for the extra thingies I needed) the notebook I had at home did not work. I have nearly everything I need at my finger tips.
Finished my first book…heh…in about two days. It’s for my son and to help prepare him for the arrival of his little sister. I cut out pictures from the ton of baby magazines I have, showing the different emotions/things that babies can have/do:cry, laugh, be shy, sleep. The poem ( I hate poetry but this was easy) took me all of four minutes. I cut and glued the whole mess and had it laminted at Kinko’s. Look for me at your neighborhood Borders for a book signing.
Three-four weeks left of this gestating thing.( I feel fine, TYVM) The upstairs of our house is in disarray as we are relocating our computer stuff to our Master Closet and hubby is making two new closets to contain our stuff and a new closet for Baby X.There is a fine layer of dry wall dust all over the house. Since I cannot do anything in this department to speed things up, I have cleaned the downstairs of our house about 100 times a day and I can’t seem to stop. I need a t-shirt that says,
“Help, I’m nesting and I can’t stop cleaning.”
I am posting from the library. I haven’t been inside the library in about 10 years and wow, things sure have changed.
I’ve decided instead of actually buying a magazine for one article (that is too long to copy via scribbling in a notebook) I’ve decided to copy it at the library.
It was fun, except Jimmy embarrassed us by being the most excited whiny dog there. He just wanted to play with the other dogs and whined and barked when we tried to make him sit still. The trainers finally asked us to move him to the other side of the training area. How embarrassing 
It was like being the mother of the 2 year old in the fastfood restaurant that keeps screaming and throwing french fries and crawling under the table. At least he didn’t poop in front of everyone like one of the other dogs did.