I’m at home with my SPD kid today. He’s getting big-kid molars and that has wreaked havoc on his digestive system. Which of course, means that he’s completely forsaken pants and needs a shower every 20-30 minutes or so.
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My Notes From The Universe for today says:
Emily… you’re not using all of your angels. What’s up with that?
Use all of your angels. Run faster, jump higher, get more.
Call, ask, give thanks.
Dear Universe, the children and I need a place to live that’s close enough for me to keep an eye on my folks (since we know my brother isn’t going to, lawdblesshisheart). This house needs to be in the same school districts we’re already in, it needs to have a big enough yard for the kids to play in, and be far enough away from my neighbors so they don’t flip my paranoia.
Dear Universe, the children and I could most definitely appreciate the company of The Right Man in our lives. This “all mommy all the time” stuff is gettin’ old. I wouldn’t think you’d need a shopping list of criteria (I mean…you ARE teh Universe after all, right? you *know* what we need) so I’ll leave that part up to you.
Thank you oodles and skoodles!
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I think I’ve finally hit my stride in school. Classes are going well, I’ve changed my work schedule to better allow me to do homework. (Oh, and Universe? if Teh Right Man is doing well enough for me to quit my job and concentrate JUST on kids and school that would be fanfreakin’tastic.) Digging myself out from under the massive pile of clean laundry waiting to be folded might just take a while though.
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Okay, time to get back to work. Y’all have a good day and love each other.
and turned on the TV just in time to see the aftermath of the first plane. I grabbed for the remote, thinking Tig had left the TV on the action movie channel.
No such luck. All the major networks had basically the same images. Maybe a different camera angle, but it was all the same thing.
I couldn’t look away from it. Not even when the horror multiplied.
Daniel fussed as my body reacted to the horror of watching the second plane. No milk for you kiddo, not right this minute…
Alannah was downstairs, doing her schoolwork when Tig came home from work. He tried to explain to her that this is a time for FAMILY and that’s why he was home so early.
Where were you?
Buhbye, BlogHerAds, it’s been….something. The traffic spikes were nice (in a “we’re gonna click through because you’re featured, and going to click right on without commenting” kind of way). If you found me (and stayed) because of a featured post, I do thank you.
Longtime readers of this blog know I’m all about low/no maintenance when it comes to …well, everything. Not having to worry about setting up my own ad rotator was quite pleasant indeed. Learning that I would have to opt-out of advertising that I don’t support (”vaccinate your child” campaigns) flipped my “uh. NO.” switch. No advertising is preferable to sitting here, wondering what else is coming down the pipe and into my home.
Just the usual round of homework (kids and mine), the rise and not-fall of the laundry pile, and work.
So instead, I give you this:
Which leads me to a letter….
Dear J!nx,
This shirt rocks my socks off in so many geeked-out ways, I’m sure you have a clue - we’ll just let your imagination run free.
HOWEVER.
I ordered a 2XL thinking that I would have a Horrible nightgown. Imagine my dismay when I opened the package and found an XXL. It’s not that I’m disappointed with my shirt - far from it. But.
It’s not a Horrible *nightgown*.
Love, mE
First up is the RDU WordCamp on Oct 4.
And then Charlotte WordCamp on Nov 15th.
Rumor has it that we may just be the first state to ever have had two wordcamps like this. I don’t know if I’ll be able to make the RDU one since it’s so close to ConvergeSouth and BlogHer Reach (Oct 17th and 18th, respectively) but I’m pretty positive I can make it to the Charlotte one.
WHEE!
The agenda has been posted here and my favorite Tiny Superhero CaraMichele is going to be talking about changing our world.
Are you coming? Let me know in the comments please 
This happened Thursday - I was too cussed tired last night and hit “save” instead of “publish”
The day dawned gray and dreary. For some psychotic reason, I decided that TODAY would be the day that I pull through the loop and boot the boys out of the van - dropping them off at the front door of the school.
Joseph (bless his little heart) went through the front door, then came back out to find Daniel. Dan was standing in front of the school, reading the signs and looking a little lost. I heaved a little sigh, pulled the van up and parked illegally, then ran my fatass down the sidewalk to take him by the hand and lead him to class.
Then I hopped on the interstate to my own school, knowing there’s a cuppa coffee and at least an hour between now and my first class. I parked in the back 40 deliberately, knowing it would make me walk and I could use the exercise. Loaded down with 25 lbs of books and another 5-10 of laptop/case and a 1.5L bottle of green tea, I confidently marched myself from one end of campus to the other.
I arrived at the library’s coffee machine just in time to help My New Friend that I’d met yesterday make a cup of coffee. The machine is one of those with individual packets - you have to push the button, insert the cartridge, push the button again, and make sure your cup is *just so* in the machine. We spent the next hour chitchatting. I looked at the clock, realized I have less than five minutes to pack up the laptop, haul myself up the hill and up three flights of stairs.
Obviously, I was late. The class is cram/slam/jam full because it’s an intro course, and there are no chairs available. I dragged one in from the hall and sat down to hear the prof read the syllabus to us.
Class was dismissed after 30 minutes - which left me an hour til my next class. So like the good little socializer y’all know I am, I immediately dashed for my favorite hole in the wall. (Three floors down.) The good news is that ANOTHER friend was already in the room, and we spent the next hour chitchatting. The bad news? I was late for my next class (three floors up. again.) cuz I was runnin’ my bigassed mouf. The worse news? It’s the same frackin’ prof. And her syllabus is almost EXACTLY the same - so I get to spend the next 30 minutes of my life listening. Again.
Released from class early, I went back down to my study room, but my friend was already gone. I plopped on the sofa and snacked while reading.
Exactly one and a half hours later you could find me making my not-so-chipper way back up the same three flights of stairs.The next class was exactly what I expected it to be - I’ve had the prof a few times before so it was awesome to see her again. Again, she dismissed class after going over the syllabus and introducing herself a bit. I not only went back down all three flights of stairs, but I walked down the hill (wheeze!) to The Grille only to find that it hasn’t opened for the semester yet.
A part of me died a little bit as I made my hungry way back up the hill and decided to make a run for a burger. The good news is that BK is riiiight around the corner so I grabbed my usual combo and sucked it down.
I decided that I’d Walked Quite Enough at that point, so I dumped all but my last book in the back of the van and tucked the laptop case under the seat. Verified that my purse was in the backpack, cranked the engine so I could crack the windows a bit, and thunked the robo-locks down. Hauled myself to the building, thinking while I was walking that something just….doesn’t feel “right”. I went into the study room and doublechecked the backpack. Yup, purse is right there. Reach into the pockets - yup, lighter, burt’s bees lipstuff, phone……where are my keys?
Of COURSE. They’re in the ignition. So I go to the public safety office and ask if they have a slimjim, only to be told “We can tell you who the cheapest person who CAN open your car is!” I looked at the guy and said “I’ll just call Dad and get him to bring me the spare key.”
And then I hauled my barking dawgs back down the hill to my van to not only verify that the keys were indeed in the ignition, but to potentially wait for Dad to bring me the spare key if I needed him to.
The good news is - I did manage to get my keys out of the van. The bad news is that in order to actually get my keys out of the van, I tested to see if one of the power windows would slide down any further with no power - and it did. It didn’t go down far, but it’s enough for me to slide my arm into the crack and unlock the entire van.
Which, of course, freaked me out because OHMYGAWD someone is going to BREAK INTO MY VAN.
And then I hauled my ass back up to the third floor AGAIN for my last class of the day- which was a bit of a homecoming. The majority of that class has been together for the last two semesters of spanish - we’re all friends/family. And we got cranky on the people who “broke up” our family by taking it in summerschool and therefore missing us.
Of course the last class ended early, so I boogied on home. I pulled into the driveway to see Joe outside playing with sticks and mud, and every one else in the house watching TV and generally being obnoxious.
The minute I walked in the door, everyone but Alannah looked at me and said “WE’RE HUNGRY!!!!!”
It was almost 7pm, and the only person who had eaten was Alannah. So? I hauled myself into the kitchen to toss nuggets on plates and lost two layers of skin on the stickyassed kitchen floor. Got out the broom and mop and Dr. Bronners Peppermint and gave the kitchen a quickmop while the nuggets cooked and tossed my own chicken into the frying pan.
And then proceeded to load yesterday’s dishes into the dishwasher.
And then remembered that Joe pissed the bed last night and his bed needs changed. I washed his comforter (I really need to get him another one) and stuck it in the dryer - the sheets can wait til tomorrow.
And then tossed the boys into the shower.
And this is where I’m going to stop. But holy SHIT what a day.
I forgot my camera. I really wanted to capture that glassy-eyed bleary look that a freshman (or ten) are sporting this morning.
Coffee - it does a mama good. Just in case you were wondering.
There was a bit of an unofficial day yesterday - I came to get my books and ended up helping a new student print out her schedule and find all her classrooms.
And that’s all the news that’s fit to print right now - I’ve gotta pack it up and go to class.
I thought this lovely monster was a leaf hanging from a spiderweb. Then it moved. I may have screamed like a little girl when it did.
Does anything make a stylist more happy than hearing the words “Go crazy!”
Don’t worry - I won’t stay straight for long though. It’s just…not natural.
*blinks innocently*
