Three days into school and tomorrow, Ms. RB starts the daycare deal. I am way cool with her going because in all honesty, she needs the interaction. I won't be afraid to admit that I need the break. At first, I was a bit leary and feeling a wee-bit "bad mom" syndrome but TM took care of that feeling for me some time ago. So now, I am just happy that she's going to get some kid interaction with an adult besides myself.

The only glicht in this whole deal is that she originally was supposed to go two days a week, starting this week and since PDQ is out of school on Friday, we were going to go shopping. Now, because school is closed Friday, so is the daycare. I could still go shopping with both girls, but I know exactly where that will head. A beer by 5pm. PDQ is bad enough, add Ms. RB and I am in way over my head. I also have a dress fitting for a friends wedding tomorrow night, so beer is out of the equation anyway.

I also started back to work this week. Same job, better hours and better pay. I used to work 5 days a week on the phones from home. Now, I am working three days a week on the phones from home with one day in the office with another day to use for office work if needed or to take off without loosing any pay. Not bad negotiating if I say so myself. The only down side is that my ear has permanently grown an ear piece. It was a bit hard getting used to, but I think the headaches and the need to tilt the head to the left has fallen to the wayside.

Last I checked, which was this morning, Enigma is conversing about Rockstar: Supernova on her blog. Without her permission, I suggest checking out her thoughts and theories. Unfortunately for me, she has been pretty spot on since she starting writing about the show. I'm really hoping for Dilana to win or at least make top 2, but I think Enigma might be right that should just doesn't have what it takes.

Have a good one!

Who's the Most Happy Person in my House?

I'm not sure it's me.

PDQ forgot cardinal rule number uno and that is do not speak to me prior to consuming first cup of morning coffee. Seriously, any child that bolts down the stairs, runs into the kitchen and screams "YAHOO, I'm going to SCHOOL!" oughta be given up to the nearest pack of wolves. Or at the very least have duct tape placed across their mouth.

Sheesh. Let a mom wake up a bit first and I'll even join in the celebration!

I tried to convince her over the weekend to let me walk her to the school doors. I even pulled out the "But sweetie, it's not every day my oldest is starting 4th grade" spiel. Her answer? "No way, you'll embarrass me!" In my defense, I only embarrass when she gets overly excited and catankerous. She had a 50/50 shot of me behaving myself. But nnnooooo, she shot me down and way to quick for my taste.

Husband and I offered up a plan that would involve him walking her up one day and me the next. Nope, she isn't buying it. Said we would both embarrass her. She's probably right about him, he does it just for kicks. At least I have a reason.

So neither of us get to walk her to the door. She's just going to trot on up by herself. Oh, I'll get the hug and kiss prior to exiting the vehicle. But that's it. All the other mommy's get to walk their kids to the door and no, she wasn't buying that spiel either. She claimed they don't embarrass their kids. I told her that those mom's have no sense of fun or excitement. That was met with some eye rolling and "no, they are just normal."

I think I'm taking back the socks today. I'll show her normal.

(insert evil laugh!)

Thing

Me: Hey honey, if re-arrange the living room, will you move the cable wire for me?

Him: Sure, when will you be doing it.

Me: Not right now, maybe when you do that thing.

Him: Silence

Me: You know, that thing your going to put in the thing.

Him: What thing into what thing?

Me: That THING (complete with hand waving)...you were going to do it today!

Him: Silence

PDQ: That thing is a bar and it happens to be going into the closet.

Me: Yeah, that thing.

Him: The thing of a thing into a thing causes me to re-think the thing.

Me: huh?

Must of been a blogger glitch

because my posts did come back out the way they were supposed to. Except my side bar is messed up and I will have to work on that.

What I am grateful for

Quaker Agitator suggested that anyone reading his blog list things that they are grateful for. This came about because of negativity he has experienced and seen throughout his journey in blog land as well as in life. Due this past week, I thought it might be a good idea if I also concentrated on things I am grateful about. He considered it a 'meme' and tagged anyone reading his list and in keeping with the spirit, I am doing the same.

Things I am grateful for:

1. My children. Although they can drive me crazy (and I them), they are my life. I am grateful that they are happy and spirited, self-thinkers and healthy and that they were blessed to me as a gift.

2. My marriage. I love my husband dearly and am ever thankful that he is in my life. He grounds me and keeps me in check.

3. My friends. They stick up for me, they stomp me down and they are there for me when I need them. They don't let small differences or even large ones get in the way and I cherish them.

4. My life. Yes, I am grateful that I am blessed with a life and am able to live it. I should take better care of it and appreciate it a bit more.

5. My country. With all it's ups and downs, I don't want to live anywhere else. My country is going through a rough time right now and it seems to be constantly splitting itself apart. But I love it and am grateful to be part of it.

6. My computer and internet connection. Now that seems like a dumb thing to be grateful for but it really is my saving grace. It allows me to make new friends, view the world from different eyes, confirm or alter my opinions and to release my mind. Without it, I would be a numb mass of flesh with no outlet of my own.

There is more that I am grateful for, like coffee in the morning, the birds singing, sun shining, children laughing, grown men crying, water, air and the changing seasons. Even more that involves friendly neighbors, dirt piles for kids to play in, good shows on TV and books of all kinds to read.

What are you grateful for? Let me know if you do a post so I can read it and appreciate it as well.

Re-arranging a bit and HELP!

I had to edit this because I can't post any more! What the hell does this mean????

edited to take out the glitch error.

I have decided to close out Religious Discussion and move it over to The Learning Curve. It was starting to become difficult as to where I should put any particular thought, so this will simplifly it for me. I haven't deleted Religious Discussion because it does carry some good posts and comments on my own particular belief that I didn't want lost.

The Learning Curve will also hold my parenting idea's along with political views and science that catches my eye. This blog will continue on as is with all the crazy things my family does or wierd thoughts I have about life in general.

I welcome all comments, even those I don't agree with. Link at will and if you let me know, I would be happy to return the favor.

Shoe's and Sock's

Never in my life would I have thought PDQ could take 20 minutes to pick out 2 packs of socks. Yes, that's right...20 minutes.

For socks. That go on your feet.

They are covered with shoes.

20 minutes.

The kid is bloody insane.

She picked out her shoes in 5 minutes. One would think socks should have only taken about 2 seconds.

Sheesh!

Food, Guns and whatever comes to mind

Great mix of stuff eh?

Seriously, I am making one of my all time favorite meals tonight. Stroganoff. Not fancy, but dang good eating. For those that don't know, stroganoff is really easy and looks like baby poop but tastes oh-so-yummy. It's two cans of cream of mushroom soup, one container of sour cream, onions, worcesestor sauce with some onion and garlic powder. Throw in about a pound of scrambled hamburger meat, serve over noodles and you have yourself some stroganoff. Of course the scrambled hamburger meat is the poor man's way. Rich people use beef cubes. Whatever. Tastes great with crescents (my nod to the elite).

And if whoever is not backing up whatever it is on the other road that creates that annoying beep-beep-beep-beep sound, I'm going to go to the gun cabinet, find the 45 shotgun (and I know there is no such thing but it sounds really big and really tough) and blow their damn beeper off. They have been backing up and beeping for at least a half hour now. It's an alarm clocks worse nightmare.

School starts on Monday. That's right folks...Monday and I am FREE. Yes, I love my daughter. Yes, I think she is the most awesome thing since sliced bread or fridgerated fudge (cause anything less is just not worthy of eating). BUT....she is bored out of her mind and driving me INSANE. In the process, I think I am officially loosing my mind. That's alright, she goes back to school on MONDAY!

My new saying is "sauted in a whole lotta wrong sauce!" For any Rockstar fans out there, it's a Tommy Lee thing. He said it to Storm last week and I thought it was brilliant statement. Not because it was TL or anything, but because it was funny. So if you see it typed out here or anywhere, you know where it came from and it deserves a laugh. Not that I can tell you what to do or anything. I'm just sayin' is all.

(no, I don't know how to spell worcestor sauce or sautee and neither does spell check, so THERE.!)

Reality Check

Me: "Ms. RB, you want a piece of cheese?"

Ms. RB: "Yes, Pease"

PDQ: "Hey, can you get me a piece of bologne?"

Me: "Your almost 10, you can get it yourself!"

PDQ: "Well, I tried."

Me: "Are you kidding me, the twirp only has one more year until I can stop catering to her too, I have goals ya know!"

PDQ: "What, will she be tall enough to reach the cheese drawer on her own in another year?"

Me: "Yeah, she'll actually be taller then you."

PDQ: "HEY!"

Me: "It's true!"

PDQ: "True"

Me: stares....waiting....

PDQ: "That's when you'll really want that grilled cheese and there won't be any left and when that happens, don't come crying to me that she grew."

Where did she get that attitude from anyway?

The Learning Curve

If anyone is interested, I updated Misty The Learning Curve with two posts. One about bully behavior and the other about teen pregnancy.

Comments are welcome, even if they don't agree with my line of thinking.

Paulius

Who happens to be the man behind "Life, what the Hell is Going on?" made a very thought provoking blog the other day about about censorship.

I highly recommend reading it because he makes very valid points that raise the question "Why are college kids in school if their parents are going to try banning books that they deem offensive?"

Let him know I sent you and comment if you like!

http://www.blogger.com/profile/8706475

Random bits of Nothing

If my bottle of Midal was opened approximately 6 months ago with a total of 80 pill and is now half full with an expiration date of 4/7, will it get me through the next week?

I think I might combine my two other blogs into the Learning Curve. I would really like to put everything here, but I know that not everyone wants to read about the insane way my brain thinks on such "serious" subjects as religion, politics and science. Plus, I sorta like keeping this blog for just random crap about myself and my family. I guess I just want some place for fun (here) and someplace that isn't more fun (there). So maybe I will combine the two. Not that either receive much hits. Maybe it's because I don't update either on a consistent basis. Maybe that is because my brain has been a bit muddled of late. I'm hoping once school starts, my brain will start to work a bit more.

PDQ has soccer practice tonight. She isn't bad. But she isn't good either. I'm thinking she is ok and has no fear of getting between kids feet that are twice her size (most are). So that's good. No professional player here, so I guess it doesn't matter if she is good or not. The point of the league is to have fun. So why do parents push their kids to be the best at whatever sport they are playing?

Bat Removal, Part 3

No, Ms. RB did not open the door and no, I could not convince PDQ that she wanted to open the door (her words: "are you crazy?"). I waited for husband to come home and open the door.

As he goes upstairs, he tells me to bring him a plastic bag. So I follow him up with a plastic bag and watch him jiggle curtains, poke around closets and proudly pronounce that the bathroom is all clear of winged bats ready to strike at any moment. I go in and casually look behind the bathroom door and wouldn't you know....the bat crawled into my hanging make-up bag and decided to take a snooze there. Of course, I promptly pointed it out to the bat man and quickly exited the room.

By exiting the room, I closed him in with the bat and figured he could take a swipe at it. This way if the bat was going to get any blood, it sure wasn't going to be mine. Plus, he has more insurance then I do, so a get rich quick scheme was starting to form in my head. I figured if anyone was going to die by bat, it might as well be him. Why should I be the one to suffer?

Naturally, being the man that he is, he gently gets the bat into the bag without even waking it up (why couldn't I do that? Oh...yeah. I was told to use a broom!). The man opens the bathroom door and informs me is going to go set the bat free. Cool, outside right? Nope, his idea was to let it loose back into the bedroom of which it came that has direct access to the attic because we are lazy losers who still need to complete some renovation (which includes putting on a ceiling). I calmly and not-so-rationally explain why this would be a horribly bad idea and he decides to put the bat out back where the dog is and get this...it's because he doesn't want to kill the bat.

Ok, for those who do not remember the whole snake-dog episode, I'm thinking the "not kill the bat idea" of his was a complete farce. Or he has completely lost his mind and figured the dog would be scared of a bat. My guess would be if the dog could take on a snake and chomp it up within a nanosecond, he could take on a bat. Out he goes anyway and I end up following, gently working my way around the bat to get the dog in order to save the bat.

Wouldn't you know, the bat flew right back up into the attic from the outside. Which prompted my husband to inform me that bats could be anywhere. Downstairs on a curtain, hanging from his dead deer head just waiting to strike as I wonder down for my morning cup of coffee. Apparently, they even hang out in jackets and on beds.

I'm thinking he's an ass too.

Bat in the Bathroom Part 2-The Removal

If I only I had some patience, but nnnoooooo...I was one of the lucky million who was born without any form of patience. To make my lack of patience worse is Happy. That's right...Happy. You know, the friend I have in real life (versus internet life) that physically speaks to me every day. The one that no matter how pissed off we at each other will still travel to our vacation destination in complete anger just because we are both stubborn enough to not throw our one and only sans-family trip out the window due to a bit of "I hate my good friend right now" feelings. Yeah...that one. The following really is all her fault because she left out very important information on her bat removal stragedy.

I will take full responsibililty with the fact that I was the one who actually called her (ass) and asked for bat removal assistance. I know see the error of my ways and will forever regret that phone call.

All I said was "Happy, I have a bat hanging off my curtain in the bathroom."

She replies: "I know, I left you a comment." (side note, I haven't read it yet).

I say: "So..what do I do?"

She says: "Open your window and then take a broom and nudge it. It'll fly around a bit and swoop on out."

I say: "Are you sure this will work?"

She says: "Yeah, we've done it before. The bat will sense the fresh air and swoop out."

Ok, I decide to give this a try. I gently move into the bathroom, quietly open the window and comment that bat's ears are perking up a bit. Happy talked me through it as if she has done this a bazzilion times in her life. After the window was opened, I stand at the door and say to Happy:

"Are you sure this will work, I just nudge it with the bristle end of the broom, right?"

She replies: "Yes, just nudge it gently, it'll sense the fresh air and fly right out the window."

I say: "In the daylight? Should I turn the lights off?"

silence then her reply: "No, leave the lights on and it should go right out."

Alright, I suck in my breath and gently nudge the bat. GENTLY NUDGE THE BAT. The damn thing SCREECHED at me and expanded a wing and I swear on all things whatever I can swear onthe bat STARED at me. Of course, I screamed like a girl and ran out of the bathroom. Wanna know what Happy did? Laughed. That's right...she was LAUGHING AT ME.

Then, after I calmed down, she convinced me NUDGING IT GENTLY would definitely get the bat to fly out the window. Wouldn't ya know, I listened to her. Cause she did say she has done this a gazzilion and one times before. So who am I to argue with a bat removal expert that makes a living gently nudging bats out windows.

I put the phone down and told her to hold on, took a deep breath and GENTLY nudged the bat again. Let me tell you something. Bats that are nudged do NOT (I repeat, DO NOT) fly OUT windows. They fly screeching directly at the person who just nudged them. They expand their wings to the size of a taradactle and they hiss and they claw and their little beady red eyes zone in on whoever just dared to wake them from their slumber. They go into attack mode and the enemy at this time was ME. HUGE brown butt ugly bat with a wing span that would rival an eagles was flying directly at my head. And the freaking broom was stuck in the bathroom door so I couldn't even get it closed. That's right...I had a bat on attack and a broom stuck in the door. So I screamed like a silly little school girl, yanked the broom out and prayed that my heart would not leap out of my chest.

I get back on the phone with Happy and she is freaking LAUGHING at me! I have no clue at this point if my bat enemy who wants nothing more then to suck my blood is still in bathroom and she LAUGHS at me. To make matters even worse (or better, depending on if you are her or me), she informs me that SHE doesn't chase the bats! HER HUSBAND DOES and he WEARS PROTECTION!!!!!!!

I swear it's going to be a very silent car ride to our vacation destination this year.

(Part 3 happens when Ms. RB forgets that she isn't supposed to open the bathroom door and the evil bat resumes it's hunt for my blood!)

It never fails

I'm all about going away for a couple of nights, seeing your best friend get married. You know, really enjoying yourself and having a great time.

What I am not all about is coming home and finding a freakin bat hanging off my curtian in the bathroom. Really, I'm not. I'm especially not fond of the idea that I took a shower in said bathroom this morning with said bat hanging off the curtain and didn't even know it. Which means, I showered with a bat. Not good.

I hate bats more then I hate snakes. Bats in a Bathroom would make the best all-time horror movie. Sorta like Snakes on a Plane for so many others. Mine would be Bats in a Bathroom. Consisting of brown bats winging their way to window treatments everywhere and attacking unsuspecting showerers. The entire movie would take place in a bathroom the size of a child's closet. Victims would be happily singing in the shower and then BAM..the bats would attack. Calmly flossing their teeth and winged creatures would come out of no where for a meal. Humans turning into bat snacks.

Blech.

On a lighter note...that outfit that I was told didn't match because the material was different between the skirt and top? I received oodles of compliments on it. Either my friends thought the old ego needed a bit more of a boost then it already has or they really did like it. The yacht was beautiful and I managed to gulp in the tears during the wedding itself and then proceeded to loose buckets of tears when the happy couple danced together for the first time as husband and wife.

Well, I'm off to figure out what to do about a sleeping bat. I did manage to get a picture of it, so I'll slap it up here once my husband loads the pic's into the computer. In the meantime, I have to go up there and put on my "bat be gone" face and duke it out a bit. Not sure exactly how I am going to get the thing out of my bathroom. Maybe I will wait for hubby to come home and he can handle it.

I hate bats.

Great Intentions

Isn't that a book or something? Maybe it was Great Expectations. That's what I had this week. TM (spin the moon) was correct, the blogging break must have been an excuse and I am forever searching out ways to be just like her. Apparently, my break went even longer.

But! I do have more excuses (of course).

We only have 1.5 weeks until school starts, so I have been busy. Doing what, I have no clue. Oh-yeah...I remember now. Reading. Yup, I gave up the blog to read. The other day I was at Happy's house and she was showing me some Nora Roberts books and I snatched them from her. She hadn't even read them yet but I took them right out from under her nose. In my defense, I didn't realize she hadn't read them yet. Not until I got home and cracked the first one open. That's when it hit that I wasn't really supposed to take them, she was just showing me them. Obviously, that meant I had to read all three of them so I could return them back to her promptly.

I have also come to the conclusion that if I want anything done around here, I must do it myself. My husband has decided that it is not worth his effort or time to get our bed off the floor and onto the bed frame. Folks, I have been in my dining room on the floor since March. It's getting old. Real quick. The girls rooms probably will not be done and ready for use until Thanksgiving or sometime there-after. I am tired of sleeping up against the wall and window. I am tired of crawling over his tired butt every night to get into bed. So Happy is coming over tomorrow and we are putting it up on the frame. Won't he be delighted.

I'm also heading out Thursday for a very late in life honeymoon with my husband and a great friends wedding. It's on a yacht. I'm so excited. Who cares if the yacht is just a glorified ferry with a ball room that serves drinks. It's still a yacht! I was all set to wear a shimmery black skirt with a new black/sequiney top with it and my other friend told me if I did, she would disown me. Apparently the material doesn't match. Now, I know I am not the worlds best dresser and I know my matching skills basically suck. But since when does material have to match? That's completely new in my world. I'm wearing it anyway. Always one to be a rebel.

Did I mention school starts in 1.5 weeks? That means no more fighting with PDQ over who gets the computer. Cause I don't always win...one would think mother always wins, but then you have never gone up against PDQ and her reasoning capabilities. Ms. RB also starts two days a week in preschool, which is actually a daycare that PDQ went to years ago when I was a working mom. I wanted her in a traditional preschool setting but who knew that they would have sign ups way back in March. Way back in March, I was still trying to potty train the little darling and preschool was the furthest thing from my mind. So last month when I called (yup, that would be July), I found out they were booked. I am extremely lucky to get her into this particular daycare as the lady is awesome and running a preschool program this year.

Anyway, that's it for me. School starts in 1.5 weeks. Thought I would remind you of that again. I'm one of those moms.

Blogging Break

I took a self-imposed blogging break this past week because life was going on without me and I wanted to join it. I get a bit obsessive with certain things and hanging out on blogs (mine and others) was one of them.

Now I have tons of catching up to do. Wolfbaby put up at least one part of chapter 5 and by now, she might have the second part. I also have a meme waiting for me other there. Mysti is back, so I have to catch up with her and what she's been up to and how her family visit went. Others are probably still blogging away, so there's reading there.

My friend and I came up with a great 80's blog-about-idea, so I have to get that written out and posted for her. It should be fun, but it like, might take a bit of like, time.

What's been happening this week? Ms. RB has discovered that my largest pan makes a wonderful bath and swimming pool for her Polly Pockets. Her and PDQ are also attempting to dig for artifacts or to China in my front yard and I am backed up on laundry (AGAIN!). Apparently, I not only took a self-imposed blogging break, but also a break on laundry.

Ah-well. Life goes on and between laundry/blogging and a board I frequent, I won't be in it. On a happy note, school starts in two weeks.

Can we get a YAHOO from the audience?

Isn't SHE just the fashionista!

Today I entered Hell.

Yup, you heard me right...hell. It's called school clothes shopping with PDQ. I truly and honestly believe that she saves this yearly jaunt out into the world of clothes and savors it has her special way of torturing me to pieces. She knows I can only handle clothes shopping in small doses and normally break it up into two separate shopping trips. PDQ also knows that this is the one time of the year that she can drive me batty in exactly 2.5 nanoseconds and it hits the moment we enter the store.

This year was a bit more unique because oddly enough (or not), they have decided to bring back the 80's. Who are 'they' you ask? I don't know. I just know that they have decided the 80's large shirts with big belts over layered skirts and leggings are in style. I was so hoping to make PDQ cringe when I informed her that mother dearest used to wear the stuff.

Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect on her. Apparently I have subjected the kid to way too much VH1 "we are the 80's" as a primal form of punishment. She LOVES the stuff. Adores it and thinks it's the best invention since hairspray. The kid is not even 10 for crying out loud. She is NOT supposed to think anything is cool or even remotely hip and above all else, she is NOT to dress like her mother used to. It's just not right. Really.

The absolute worst experience shopping today was finding out PDQ either thinks I am 20 something years old and an absolute twig. She took it upon herself to attempt to find me a shirt that I wanted to buy for an outing I am going on next weekend with a group of friends. Let me tell you something, that 80's crap? Ain't looking so hot on a 30 something out of shape mother with two kids in tow. We finally settled on a cool top and hoodie type thing, but I think I broke PDQ's heart when I refused to wear the mini.

Ah-well. We get round two, affectionately known as "shoe shopping" the friday before school starts as well as yet another round of "clothes shopping" the first Friday of school. Her first week of school consists of only four days, so I limited her to two outfits and two new shirts to go with last years jeans. I might add that the kid is also bit into the whole punk look as well. I guess that's a story for another time. Along with her new professional outlook on life:

"I wanna be a ROCKSTAR!"

Egads..if they bring back the Madonna Boy Toy belt as an accessory and she starts belting out "Like a Virgin"...I'm dialing a convent boarding school.

They still exist right?

Now that is an amazing story

I went over to Wolfbaby's blog and with her help, found the story that she is writing.

The story is about three women; (sorta Mists of Avalon but not really) Destiny, Natina and Dare who are warriors and healers of their era. Wolf has managed to drag me into a time that exists only in my mind where forrests are lush, animals speak and women are true warriors. She has the ability to hit on one's imagination and places them into the story as if they are silent viewers waiting to see what will unfold.

Deliverance and Healing is the name of the story and so far there are four chapters written. She is about ready to put out chapter five and I do hope she hurry's up. I am anxious to find out what will become of Destiny and her new journey and if Dare will find her!

I'll be linking Wolfbaby into my blog role some time this weekend. When you get a chance, cruise through the rest of her blog and check it out! She is great with sharing her day and her family and has a unique perspective on her life that gives me hope and peace.

Happy Birthday HAPPY!

Taking a moment out of my life to shout out happy birthday to one of my best friends. She comments on here occasionally and reads when her kids are not driving her insane, so I can't share her age (old!).

I didn't get her a present, so I figured I would drag out the rusty writing skills and try my hand at a little birthday ditty for her.

There once was a lady who loved silver.

She wore it often and mostly on her finger.

Until her husband came home and offered her gold.

Which made her smile with pleasure.


Happy Birthday Dear Friend!

Call you when I get home, now clean the coffee off the moniter and go diving with your husband!

Question and Answer

If the thunderstorm watch ends at exactly 4pm, does that mean all the angry red storm cells that are showing up on Doppler will immediately cease at exactly 4pm so I can go swimming?

No?

Drat.

I'm hot and want to go swimming.

Did I mention it was hot here lately?

I'm stuck in the NORTHEAST HEAT WAVE that everyone keeps talking about. Yes, it's a heat wave. Yes, it's hot. Lot of good that hot does for me when the air around me becomes unstable and thunderstorms start to pop up everywhere.

Can't do much swimming with lightening surrounding your tiny little community as you live in a bubble that is just HOT. Nope, not a drop of rain here. Just 4 miles north, east, west and south of me. did you know lightening can travel four miles before it crashes down to earth and makes that sonic boom we all so love and enjoy.

Pardon me while I go check the radar to see if those angry little red storm cells are following the Rules of Misty and getting ready to disappear as "predicted."

*sigh*

"Keep on swimming, swimming, swimming. Keep on Swimming!"

Today, during the hottest part of the afternoon, we watched Finding Nemo. I absolutely adore Dori and think she is the way cool fish that lives life on the edge. Trusting and a true friend, she can take you places.

Like deep down into the depths of the ocean in order to find the goggles dropped due to an accidental bomb explosion. Of course, that wasn't her fault at all. Her nose bled and the poor shark got a whif of it and...well...the rest is history. I was extremely happy to find out the sharks motto "fish are friends, not food" was holding strong at the end.

Good old Dori. Speaks whalese and everything.

She may not always remember what you said, but she gets the important stuff when it's, well...important.

Now that is the sign of a good friend.

Wow, it's a heat wave!

Whatever the reason may be, it's going to be very hot here the next two days. They are calling for heat index above 100's, possibly hitting 110. Now, some might be groaning and go Hhhhooottttt! Not I, nope, I'm loving it. I love heat although I could do without the humidity, which is making the heat index hotter then the actual air temperature.

Heat does many things to me besides sweat. I get all this energy to scrub down my house, go swimming, weed the garden and generally be over-all very active. Which is the exact opposite of what the "warning" is telling me to do and that is stay indoors, out of the sun and to not move a muscle.

I thought there had to be a compromise there somewhere and by George, I found it. This morning, while the temps where in the mid to low 80's, I scrubbed my upstairs bathroom with clorox water, vacuumed my entire downstairs and did a load of laundry. We are almost at 90 degrees (it's almost 11am), so I am guessing that swimming will be perfectly acceptable. I went swimming yesterday in 90 degree's, so I should be good to go this morning.

PDQ has the brilliant idea that she will watch Ice Age this afternoon, thinking it may cool her down. She likes heat, but not as much as I do. We'll see how that works out for her. Ms. RB hates heat so she decided to dance the morning away to "Santa Baby." Not sure how well that idea worked out because she is now a bit sweaty and eating a apple while watching Max and Ruby.

Here's to some hot days and most likely some complaining tomorrow because I will be out of things to do and the energy to do it with.