The Nap

We just got over a week of sick and more laundry than I could imagine doing. I disinfected every surface from eye height down and so far I am still unscathed, except for the many hours of lost sleep and frustration that a parent experiences during such trials. It seems we are all over the worst and next week will move back into the regular schedule and I will get a nap in the day again.

I need the nap. I love the nap. The nap keeps me sane. I am like a tired toddler without the nap, unable to remember words and instead breaking down into for general winy sounds and kicking of the legs. The weekends just about wipe me out and I strive for the Monday nap. I think I may be the only person I know that likes Mondays.

What Would You Ask?

Dog Day Afternoon

I read somewhere that you dog takes on your characteristics after years. My dog has messy hair, throws her back out often and is picky about what she'll eat. I'd say that's right on. Lately I've noticed when she sleeps she has to get right next to the bottom of the bed and put her belly and the bottoms of her feet up against it so that when I peer over the edge at her from up top it looks like she's a gravity defying dog laying patiently sideways waiting for something to happen. I'm not sure if i'm describing this in a way that you get the picture and I keep trying to take a photo of it but she is a black dog who absorbs light and doesn't show up on camera so this is going to be all you get. Also I don't know why I'm writing about it other than I found it notable and now I'm noting it.

What's hapening here on a Saturday afternoon

Our lease is up in June and I've been looking at town homes, apartments and homes for rent. Mostly I'd like the town home because I like having two floors so the dog can't go upstairs to the bedrooms and the toys can't come down stairs. I think most town homes around here have an area pool and the pool is going to be an integral part of entertaining a six year old while also hanging out with a newborn. Also town homes require no yard work, I'll just have to not kill the plants on the patio. Now I just need to find the place that has three+ bedrooms, good schools, hardwood floors, appliances, is close to both work and derby and costs like $7.00 a month to rent.

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Yes, I am still committed to roller derby. I'm doing stats for the season and am learning the giant WFTDA forms. 2011 season I plan to try out for the travel team, that gives me from August to January to condition and train. Dear Roller Derby, I can't quit you babe. Love, Bombadee #00

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Quotes from the kid:

"Unicorns can be very stubborn right?"

"Let me tell you all the emotions I had yesterday, zero mads, one sad when I bruised my knee on the wall and then a hundred happys."

"I'd like a brother just fine, beside you get what you get and you don't throw a fit."

A Boy

I am please to announce I am building a brand new person. I've been working on it for some months and was anxious to find out if I'd been putting all the things in the right places and all the parts were in working order. This morning I had a specialist double check my work and it seems I've done a great job of assembling all the pieces, especially since this person has different parts than the first person I built. I hope to unveil my project in late June early July.

You know your tooth hurts bad when...

You tie an ice pack to your head like a cartoon.

You skip bacon because it's too crunchy.

You consider getting the pliers out at 3am and doing a little dentistry on your own.

You search under the sink for a five year old tube of Anbesol teething gel from when your kid was a baby.

You make an appointment with the first dentist to get you in, even though her name is Dr. Malice.

College

I caved in and Ella's birthday party will be at Chuck E. Cheeses. It's a few weeks after her actual birthday because of the holiday break and school and the time it took to get classmates addresses and crap. She didn't mind. The last time I went to the Cheese's was for Dave's 18th birthday with Dan. That was back when I wore long cut off jean shorts, black and white stripped stockings underneath and combat boots. Cute. We also used to eat tacos as often as possible and listen to cassettes of RHCP and Psychefunkapus while rattling around in Dave's old Bronco.

Poverty by Sue

2010 Update

We've completely lost track of time here at casa de Bombadee, lolling about in pajamas and refusing to put on a bra unless we (ok, me) need to make a run to the local taco shack. School starts up again at some point and when I take the time to lift my eyes towards the calendar on the fridge I will then know which day I'll need to sit down and comb the dread locks out of my kid's hair. I think this is a wonderful way to begin a new year.

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Since we've moved here, Com-ed has refused to believe my husband no longer is the elected official to call when the snow takes the power out in tiny town (that we no longer live in.) I think it's because of all the people in the world who unwork.

Un*work"\, v. t. [1st pref. un- + work.] 1. To undo or destroy, as work previously done 2. To pretend you are doing a job and accept pay for it but spend all possible energy on finding ways to do nothing or a job so half assed it must be redone.

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Television between Christmas and New Years stinks.