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Thursday, September 30, 2010

I made these up. Seriously

What’s a lamb’s favorite Christmas song? Fleece Navidad.

Why do bishops go to grief counseling? They need a sense of crosier.

Why do mice vacation in a piano? They love the keys.

Monday, September 27, 2010

So much love, so little Claratin

In honor of my bud, who keeps doing nice internets things for me, even though she could ignore me and there's totally nothing I could do about it, and who is suffering Death By Virginia and I feel so sorry sorry sorry for her....

I present...

The following:

Not a surprise

There’s a leaky-poo in my roofie-pie.

Crud.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Intermission

So, it's been a crazy ride around here the last couple weeks. I got that dratted assignment turned in, received a response almost immediately from the professor that she was having such significant technical difficulties with grading that she was disregarding the stated deadline and counting nothing as tardy. So: Jen -1, Academic Establishment -0
We're figuring out the trailer, slowly but surely. V like the ride, hates the helmet, and we compromise by letting it sit next to him in the trailer "just in case." If the MPs stop us I'll be like "Oh, it was on his head when we left!" Which would be a lie. Oh well. Anyway. Biking without a helmet is all fine and good, but looking at the coffee table without a helmet is not as safe:

Nothing like your baby's first Shiner to make you feel good about toddling off for the evening to Casino Night. I had a blast, won about $5000 in fake money, gave it all to the Chaplain as I left, and didn't take a single picture to show for it. Ah well. That's me, right? So after winning fake money all weekend, il mio spouseo decided that he hadn't had enough camping yet for the summer, so he headed out into the wilds for a week with the battalion. In the meantime, my family stopped in for a very short visit, bringing Benny, who is too young to be left alone in the house:

Benny likes long walks on the curtains, romantic baby food dinners, and naps in your shoe. Benny also likes when you read him books [not pictured--cat]:

Meanwhile, I work on the PAPER FROM HECK and finish all the discussion boards for the week. They're cutting off our free money program for school, too, so I registered for two semesters' worth of classes this morning. Nothing like sending the government a $3600 bill for your education. That will get me through exactly half of the required credit hours. Now, to dig up another four grand....

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Free Toofs!

Two on the bottom, one on the top. Nothing like progress, eh? Also, the child is learning how to leverage himself against piece of furniture A in order to climb onto piece of furniture B. This is interesting, and amazing, and a little scary. After all, up until now I know I can leave him in the living room (only room in the house where this applies) and know that he’ll still be on the floor, and undamaged, when I get back. No longer.

Also (ugh) learned this morning that I had failed to turn in an assignment due on Sunday. This is, I realize, my own fault. I’m a big girl, and I could have written down the date for turning in the assignment. Still, you’d think that the Big Girl who is teaching the class would have the good sense to occasionally remind her [busy, working adult, professional educator] students when things are coming due. Blah. Stupid world.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Paddling the Knew

This is escapism, pure and simple. I should be sleeping, or assembling the bookshelves, or finishing the laundry, or sending out class notes, or writing, or doing one of the other dozen things that I haven’t done yet because of the total fullity (this is now a real word) of the day.

But I’m not. I’m writing a postie for the bloggie instead. When I’m done with the postie for the bloggie, I’m going to sneak into bed with my babbie and wait there until my spousie gets off the phone with his mummie, at which point we’ll all go to sleepie.

LONG freakin’ day, can’t you tell?

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Toofer

Several toofers around here lately. My son (at a whopping 10.5 months old) has decided to start growing a tooth. This is exciting, primarily because the coming of the tooth was not heralded by much sadness, weeping, loss of sleep, or other unpleasantries. On the contrary—he’s been a very happy child for quite a while now. The clue came a week ago, when he began displaying a new set of skills with his tongue. Why is he doing that, we wondered, and now we know. He was playing with his new tooth. How fun.

Also, you’re getting two blog posts fer one day. Good for you.

Also, I survived my first week of [almost] all my piano students coming as scheduled. It should be a fun ride, though Wednesday and Thursday afternoons might get a little hairy. It’s great when students are sibling pairs, because the other kid just can’t be stopped from playing with V. Thusly, he is occupied happily for the whole hour. It’s the onsies that come with their mums that are a little less smooth, and when there’s several onesies and mumsies in a row, we get itchy about the edges. Oh well. I did ok, no one got up at the end and said, “Never mind, we’ll find another piano teacher.” And they all paid me, so everything must be fine. One week down, 51 to go. Well, probably less than that, because people don’t take in the summertime. Tell you what, though, I’m already looking forward to Christmas break.

“Prayer of a Soldier in France”

My shoulders ache beneath my pack, (Lie easier, Cross, upon His back).

I march with feet that burn and smart, (Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart).

My rifle hand is stiff and numb, (From Thy pierced palm red rivers come).

Lord, Thou didst suffer more for me, Than all the hosts of land and sea.

So let me render back again, This millionth of Thy gift. Amen.

Sunday, September 05, 2010

Off Road

Finally, at long last. We are no longer on vacation. We did some of this:

And also a little of this:

And rounded it all out watching Uncle Matt do this:

But now it is time to get back to work. I must buy things, sell things, make things, wash things, answer things, read things, write things, sort things, repair things, and otherwise realign my life. More on THAT progress later.

Oh, also, today I made the bagger at the commissary mad. I don’t recommend it.

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Forgotten

I keep forgetting that I’ve got this handy post writer on my desktop—one that makes it fast and easy for me to write a post and get it on the blog. One that doesn’t require me to log on to the internet, get distracted by the internets, etc etc etc.

So there.