Family Ties

Well, we've been watching re-runs of Family Ties (Netflix) at night. Half an hour per night as a little treat for bothering to get out of bed that morning... or something like that. 

So, all that to say, that show isn't as good as I remembered it. It's actually sort of lame. I was disappointed. I mean, cutting in on a real baby and panning out on a doll, come on. We can tell! 

And Skippy. There just aren't words.... 

Down the bunny trail (and off in another direction)...

So tonight I was reading my dry "HR Scorecard" book and decided I needed to take a potty break. It was supposed to be a 5 minute break. 

Ultimately, I ended up plucking my eye brows, picking dead skin, brushing my teeth, washing and touching up parts of the paint on the wall around the sink and unclogging a spray bottle that has been bothering me for months. Then I ate 4 Starburst that I swore I would never eat (I don't eat the yellow and orange ones). 

What is wrong with me??? I can't stay focused to save my life. I'm on the path and then before I know it, I'm off on another bunny trail so far from the main road that I can't find my way back. Sad, sad, sad. Very sad. Pathetic. I think I'm in a real funk.

Um.... now I can't find my book.  

Ahh, kids...

So, kids around age, say 5 or maybe 6 are really sweetly naive and gullible. The innocence is so endearing. They believe whatever you say. They don't doubt anything. It's great. 

Kid: When's my mom coming back? 

Me: In a little while. 

Kid: How long is that? 

Me: Until tomorrow. 

Kid: But I want her back now. 

Me: Me too. Probably more than you do. 

Kid: What? 

Me: Nothing.

Kid: Where is she? 

Me: Somewhere far away... on the moon, I think.

Kid: The moon? 

Me: Yup. I've been there before, so I gave her the chance. 

Kid: Is she really on the moon? 

Me: Yup. There are places to shop and eat there that you can't go here. 

Kid: Like what? 

Me: Moondonald's and Moonmacy's, I don't know, I haven't been there in awhile. 

Kid: Tell me when she's coming home. 

Me: If you let me watch TV, I'm sure she'll let me know. 

I hope the parents of the little girl I'm babysitting in 2 weeks isn't reading this. 

 

Trish & Swish Fish

Those were the names of my goldfish 8 years ago. Happy couple. Until Trish, or was it Swish (who can tell?) died. So, I replaced who I thought was Trish, with Tish. She also died. That was puzzling. Then I thought,"Maybe Gail the snail is hogging all the algae and food." So, I added some algae. But alas, Gail died. "Why?" I was so confused. Anyway, I'd like to make a list of all the pets I've ever had (due to the fact that I'd really like a dog) to commemorate the memory of the Fishes: 

Pester Paws (cat)

Gail (snail)

Trish (fish)

Tish (fish)

Swish (fish)

Scooter (hamster)

Tango Purr (cat)

Tabby-Jo Gurr (cat)

Janel Janine Whiskerson (cat) - not actually mine

Cricket (cat) - not actually mine

Coco Riley (cat) - not actually mine

Daphne (mean parakeet)

Fred (other mean parakeet)

Gary (Beta fish)

Buttons (gold fish)

Button's roommate (golf fish)

Babies

Well (I start every blog with that), we just got back from church. We team lead a nursery full of 13-17 month old kids. Usually it's okay, most of them know us. But, we've got some newbies and it wasn't pretty. Two of the kids were unwilling to sit with the hubby without squalling and bawling their eyes out. Even bubbles wouldn't appease them. Bubbles appease EVERYONE. Argh.

SO, I held the 2 criers, but I had to prepare the snack and change diapers and it ended up being a bit of a sidaster (disaster). SO, we sent one back to her mother. Pagers are lovely little things. 

The other guy we held on to. Cute, but so tear-prone. We're guilty of leaving one of our cute little charges to herself most of the time because she adores playing with the bubbles in the rocking chair. So, in the chair she stays. The whole time. It's love really. We want her to be happy. If she wanted to quit with the bubbles and get down, we would help her. But, she's content. So we are too. 

Snacks. Snacks (graham crackers) are terrific little appeasers. We start snack pretty much immediately if there are criers. Nothing like feeding criers to silence. It didn't work today. Of course when the first crier's mother came to take her that was when she happily chomped down on her cracker. Her mother seemed confused about why we would call her down. It was like she didn't totally believe that 3 minutes ago her daughter was crying her eyes out. 

But, all in all, it was successful day in the nursery. Nobody tripped and fell. Nobody had trouble sharing. Nobody pooped. Nobody wiped out on the slide (we don't know how it happens on a slide that is less than 2 feet from the ground). 

Bless the kids. They're cuties. To commemorate the occasion, I've written a short poem. 

"Cute Kids" by: Schmims

We watch tiny tots. 

We wipe their face,

We wipe their snots.

We think they're very cute. 

He's a hunk, 

I'm a beaut.

Watch the babies very close,

Every Sunday, 

Just one dose!

Saturday....

Well, it's Saturday (finally)! I really have a great opportunity to do a lot today and plan on it. So, it's almost 2:30. I slept until noon. That has not been done in quite a long time. I was tired. I just had an enormous salad. Enormous. Rabbits would be jealous. I just ate as many vegetables as a family of rabbits could eat in a year. I suppose that was a little bit hoardish. I mean, there a lot of rabbits around the world who would never have the opportunity to eat that much lettuce, carrots and celery. 

Oh, I should mention that I turned on the oven at noon to make banana bread. Oops. 

I love rabbits. Did I ever mention that Mr. Whiskers, my friend's dead bunny, was great for carrots and other nibbles? He had some sort of tumor in his eye. He died on the operating table. We, or rather, I was devastated.

Anyway. I'm in the mood to go to Saint's North. I want to go rollerskating. 

Okay, there was something I was going to discuss today. I can't remember what it was. Shoot. I'll be back later. 

Blogging

At first I didn't see the point of blogs. It's basically an open journal to the world. It's freeing to express myself here and I can type away all of my pent up creativeness. Tehehe. I was a psych major. So appropriate, I feel. 

So, all that to say, I still don't see the point of blogs. 

But I wanted to have one and I'm taking the responsibility very seriously. 

Distracted

For my 3rd blog I have decided to take a break from studying in the library near my home and discuss distractions. I came to the library to study and avoid the distractions at home. It's very hard to stay focused at home. I'm like a strobe light with a million thoughts a minute. 

Yesterday I got up at 9am determined to sit down and study with my computer and books... but oh, wait. I must first check my email, after all, someone very important might have contacted me. So, I check all 4 email addresses and then Facebook. Wowzers, interesting place FB is. Lotsa people and lotsa stuff to read. So, at noon, I feel ready to study. I open my book and turn to page 320. Hey! That's like the first 3 numbers of my phone number! What do ya know? Wow. I haven't checked my phone in like 15 minutes. I should do that. I go and listen... "No new messages". Huh. I don't really like the way my voice sounds on my phone. I should record it again. 

So, at 1:30pm I think, "That's great. I have a nice new voice on my phone. Refreshing!" What should I do now? I'm starving! I'll find something to eat. I don't see anything very interesting. Old banana, some string cheese, spaghetti, turkey. I'll have turkey. I'll have a turkey sandwich. No bread. No problem. I'll look in the freezer. Wow, there are fish sticks in the freezer! I should make some of those. What can I bake them on? The other little convection oven pan is in the dishwasher. Oh! I can make my own "pan" from tinfoil. So, at 3pm I'm eating some fish sticks and admiring the "pan" that I made. Dandy little thing. Too bad I have to throw it out. Now, I should really study. I head back to the computer and realize that the screensaver pictures have started up. Ah! I remember that day! And that time! And those people! I love pictures. So, I decided it would be good for the spirit to watch the whole slide show. 1063 pictures later, I'm ready to study. But, it's time for dinner, I don't have time to study right now. Silly me. I have to make dinner for my dear husband. I'll look for recipes online. First, I'll check the pantry to see what we have. 

The pantry is filled with good prospects. But, it's missing some key ingredients. I should really make a shopping list. I made a terrific shopping list. I should have coupons. Where's the paper? Did I recycle the paper? Shoot, I can't go to the store without saving 58 cents!?! Oh, there it is underneath my jeans. My jeans look sort of dirty. I should wash them. What else could I wash with them? Should I just do all the laundry? Yes, how productive of me. I'll start separating darks from lights.... what is gray? 

So, at 9pm I'm all tuckered out and think I should really rest after all of the stuff I've done today. I'm literally exhausted. I'll work on getting into bed as soon as I check my email.... 

I have a follower! (2nd Blog)

Well, it's official. I have a follower. I don't know who it is, but she's there and she LOVES my blog... I can tell. 

Until tomorrow. Or whenever I remember to do this again!

First Blog

Looky, looky.... I'ma bloggin'! I have absolutely nothing to say. Huh. Yeah.