Made in Richmond

Don’t we look sleek and busy and important? This is a picture of Ross with his new MacBook (code name: Traveler) taken by me with *my* MacBook. Don’t worry. His was bought with company money. I’m sure this was its intended purpose.

I have to share something with you. Actually, it’s more like the absence of something. Or the impending absence of something. Look:

Here is where one of my bat wings used to be.  I was going to show you the other one, but really, it looks the same.  Wouldn’t it be *really* unfortunate if it didn’t?  Anyway, a success!  Huzzah!

I love hearing people snore. Love it, love it, love it. I don’t care who you are. If you snore, I will love hearing it. Believe it or not, snoring is one of the few things guaranteed to make me fall asleep. And there are few things that I love more than the sound of someone I love snoring.

I’m always the last one in our house to fall asleep. Sometimes we all (meaning Ross, Shooter, Zapp, and I) will be cuddling and napping on the bed together and I will get to hear all of them snoring at one time. It’s heaven. I think what I like best is imagining what they are all dreaming about, specifically thinking of what their cartoon dream-bubbles would hold. I think Ross’s would show beer and ukuleles. Shooter’s undoubtedly would be piles and piles of socks that he would get to move to various spots in the house. Zapp’s would show her digging up every square foot of our yard only to find mounds of grapes just for her.

It makes me happy to see them like this. I love knowing that they are comfortable and getting to rest. The snoring gives me the go ahead, telling me that they are good and I can relax.

AND DID I MENTION SNORING BABIES?!?!?!?!?! O.M.G. Of course, I don’t have any snoring babies yet (ROSS), but I’m sure I would love their snoring even more once they get here (ROSS ROSS ROSS).

I’ve started using the sauna at the ol’ gym.  Apparently I love sweating with all of my heart.  I am an extremely efficient sweater (as in someone who sweats quickly and efficiently, not a garment that is very effective at being that garment) so I feel like I’m getting a lot done while in there.  I’ve found that it helps clear out all of the pollen and tree sex out of my various breathing passages.  It’s also help me in relaxing my facial muscles which seems to be where I hold all of my stress, leading to the issues with the TMJ.  And I look AMAZING when I come out.  And by amazing I mean ridiculous because when you are freckled and fair-skinned like me, extreme heat leads to much blotchiness…and irresistibleness.

My peony plant (I’ll be honest, I refer to it as my “pee-on-me plant”…and I am currently the model of decorum and maturity for the leaders of our future) has bloomed! I can’t even believe it. I don’t have a picture of *my* current bloom, but I’ll leave you with an example. Just imagine this in my teeny “yard” in front of my crappy “house.” And instead of it being surrounding by lovely, ferny leaves it would be nestled in a pile of empty 40s and Chicken McNugget boxes, courtesy of our friendly neighborhood hoodlums.

We got our scores for the writing test back today and I was pleased.  My kids worked very hard and this will be a great confidence boost to push them through the other SOLs that start this week.  We have the Reading test on Friday and the rest are scattered out through the next couple weeks.  Think good thoughts for my little friends.

Friday:  Gym, dinner, puttering, bed.

Saturday: Late lunch date with the hubs, retirement party, bed.

Sunday: Gym, Loaves and Fishes, nap, church, dinner with the in-laws, graded some papers, more puttering, bed very soon.

Funny.  It seemed like a lot more while it was happening.

I was just sitting here, reading some blogs and thinking about what a nice day I’ve had when I suddenly heard a sound that I haven’t heard for over two years.  That would be the sound of urine streaming onto carpet.  Specifically Zapp’s urine onto specifically our bedroom carpet.  Oh, and specifically onto some of my clothes that, yes, I like to keep on the floor.  All I could do was stare at her with my mouth hanging open.

This one is testing my patience.  Last night she jumped on the bed (apparently after a lovely time digging up our backyard), spreading mud and dirt and mulberry bits all over our yellow sheets.  I responded with “Zapp!  F***k!”  I’m not proud of my response, but it is what it is.  I am owning it and you would have said that same thing if she had done this right as you were about to climb into bed after a very exhausting week.

Look what I got in the mail today:

So, I’ve been tagged and I need to post 7 random things about myself and then tag 7 other people to do the same. Here we go, here we go now.

1. My first thought when I got my diploma from UR was, “Ha ha! I’ve tricked them all!”
2. I love looking at maps but I cannot read them.
3. I’m obsessed with people’s triceps and I’m convinced that everyone else’s are better than mine.
4. I think all of my friends are incredibly good looking.
5. I rarely take medicine when I have a headache.
6. Kate is my oldest friend who I still see on a semi-regular basis. We met in 3rd grade. Which was almost 18 years ago. W.T.F.
7. I cry whenever I watch the end of The Color Purple.

There you have them. I will do my tagging later so I can make wise, unexpected choices. CAN YOU HANDLE THE SUSPENSE!?!?!?!?!?!!!