holidays

Wow, so a whole month passed in there somewhere...
I think that by the time the Halloween-candy coma wore off, I realized it was time to start brining the turkey, and now here we are, already listening to piped-in Christmas carols at the grocery store. Whew.

The good news is that I can now dig out my prized album of Christmas music by Boys II Men (thank you, Rachel).

The bad news is that I may soon have to purchase a semi-automatic assault rifle.
No, really. Not making that up.
My husband, in his infinite wisdom, has decided that he wants to shoot elk, and he has decided that what he wants to shoot elk with is an AR-308-975aught3-PDQ-BLAH. I'm completely a girl when it comes to firearms, and I can't tell a Winchester from a Rochester, but I'm pretty sure this particular weapon was not conceived with game hunting in mind. It looks suspiciously like it came off the set of Rambo. Anyway, for reasons I will not discuss on the internet, he cannot purchase said firearm under his own auspices. No, he's not a felon. I wouldn't buy a semi-automatic assault rifle for a felon, even if he was my husband. Jeeze. I do have standards...waaaay down there somewhere...
While those of you who know me are debating whether I might, in fact, have standards, and calling up a laundry list of past actions that would refute the existence of said standards, I will be dusting off the American flag bikini in preparation for Christmas pictures.
I can totally see Russia from here.

full-time

Last year I made a point of not drinking on school nights - too much to do, etc.
This year I made it a point not to drink on school nights...right up until the fourth day of school.

eureka!

"Hey, Mom!"
"Yeah?"
"Can I have a treat?"
"No."
"Grandma is your mom, right?"
"Yep."
"So she's the boss of you. And she says I can have a treat!"

Checkmate.

this keeps happening

This time Ryan was home alone for a whole day.

We have a new front door and several windows waiting to be installed, and our kitchen is in pieces, waiting to be reassembled and tiled.

sink or swim

My phone is struggling with the aftereffects of its dip in the tea....perhaps I spoke too soon about the whole LG testimonial bit. I had a feeling it was too good to be true.

It happened just in time for a visit from one of my very dearest friends on the whole planet, and her delightful significant other, both of whom had lots of questions about parenting, what it's like raising three boys, how we stay sane, how we fulfill our parenting duties and still make time for our marriage (I think I actually managed to respond to that one without laughing)(not sure, though - we'd had some wine by then). In any case, I felt it was a perfect demonstration.

(fuzzy) silver lining

So Ryan just took my nicest black work slacks and washed them with a load of fuzzy white terrycloth dishtowels. You know what that means.




MY HUSBAND DID LAUNDRY!!!!!

from the mouths of babes

"Mama, I dump your phone in the tea!"

And so far it still works. Feeling like I should write a testimonial to LG.