The opposite of regular (but I'm not talking about irregularity, so much)

Let's just start right out with the poop talk and get it out of the way. I searched for a word that was more the opposite of random - but got no where (no where interesting, anyhow). So I used regular, but then all I could think of were the commercials. You know the ones - they use the words 'regular' and irregularity" in those hushed, reverent tones. As if we haven't changed dispers, as if we don't know there's nothing holy about poop (well, there are some Holy Shit moments, but not quite what they were going for).

Go see Keely -she rocks


I've been jokingly threatening to steal a new computer.
This morning the local news had a story about a bunch of laptops that were stolen form an elementary school. My husband turns to me "One wasn't enough?" he says. Speechless with shock, I could only glare at him. He turned back to his coffee, took a sip and shook his head. "poor kids..."
Not funny.

My husband woke up on Sunday morning with a big smile (stop it). "I had THE best zombie dream! It was just like a movie" Seriously? I know he loves the zombie movies. I get that, I do. But that happy over spending your whole night killing rotting corpses... Should I be concerned?

School is almost over for the summer. I feel guilty because I'm sending Little Dude to summer school. I still have to work, so what else do I do? Besides, the structure helps him so much. I was thinking I would plan activities around the yard and try to get more playdates together - but what else should I do? This is his last summer before 'real school" (like he hasn't been going to school of one kind or another for a few years now) and my Mama guilt is choking me. I can remember summer vacations...I'm depriving him of that. Bad Mom.

Why won't my husband fold the towels the right way? We have been married 10 years, you can't tell me he has never noticed the towels! Who folds their towels in half the short way first? No one, thats who! (I am aware that I just totally skipped over the fact that my husband actually folds towels)
It's making me crazy.In fairness - I will add that he sat and folded laundry for a hour last night while I messed putting furniture on Craigslist. I know, what am I bitching about? It's just that after showing him how for 10 years, why can't he do it???

I have a gorgeous Kitchen Aid mixer for sale and no one wants to buy it.

We are going to have a Thai Food Fiesta for dinner this evening. Anyone want to come over?

I bought Twinkies and HoHo's yesterday. I'm having my Gramma and her sister over for lunch on Thursday. Auntie requested the Twinkies. *sigh*

Last time they came over I made beef veggie soup and fresh bread - -what goes well with Twinkie?

We built two raised beds in my yard for extra garden space this year. They don't get as much full sun as I thought they would. What happens if your tomatoes don't get enough sun? Oh and what do you do with Kale? Anyone?

God, are you tired of all of this yet?

We had a fire out on the patio this weekend. Not like the patio was on fire -but in the firepit. Anyhow, AJ wanted to know what would happen if a spark went "waaay up in the sky" and to the space shuttle and blew it up. My husband, being almost as literal minded as my kid, said "a spark would never be able to leave the atmosphere. Do you know what the atmosphere is?" Keep in mind we are snuggled up in comfy chairs, wrapped in blankets, looking up at the stars, enjoying the fire and the night. It was quiet and peaceful - dare I say even slightly romantic and magical...

My son leans over, out of the warmth of my lap, puts his elbows on the table between my hubby and I, and says "tell me more about this atmersperic thingy, Dada. What is it made out of?" From this point forward, the conversation was no longer about wishes and stars and fireflies. No more songs were sung or stories told...(but we had diagrams!)