Summer Stuff

So, I went to my 15 year high school reunion. It didn't suck as much as I thought it would. Actually, I had a pretty good time. It was fun to see people I used to see every day, but haven't seen in 15 years. A lot of people had changed. Some people haven't. Like Todd. Still bald, and for some reason wearing a kilt. I remember one time he was wearing musical boxers that played Jingle Bells when he sat down. Ah, memories.

I can't believe summer is almost over. H and I didn't do any of her homework that I bought her so she could keep up her preschool skills. I did take her to dance and gymnastics, and she's now performing in parades, so that's been fun, but she still can't write her name. Let's just say if I homeschooled her, she'd be the stupidest kid around because I am really bad on the follow through.

We did a lot of crafts, so it was a good thing Michaels had a sale and I stocked back up, especially as my nieces have come over a couple of times and our craft supplies are getting low. And we are out of supplies for candy bracelets.

We went to Canada, which was fun. And camping, which was okay. And fishing, which was boring. Really boring. And I ate a whole bag of licorice.

We didn't make it to the pool as often as I thought we would, so it's a good thing I didn't buy a pass. (we went once.)

We almost traded our Durango in on Cash for Clunkers, but came to our senses at the last minute, which is a good thing because we could not afford the payment.

We discovered we were overspending by $400 a month. We cut back our spending by $425 a month.

I caught up Hawaii and Canada and camping in the scrapbook, so I now have no excuse for not doing my brother Ryan's mission album.

We took all our nieces and nephews to Fiesta Days, and like an idiot I went on the Tilt-A-Whirl with a couple of them. I think I'm still sick from that one.

Slacker

I have been a bit of a slacker on this blog. I think it's because I've pretty much become bored with blogging. That, or my anti-depressant has made me realize there are other things I could be spending time on. I've even stopped reading several blogs, and I'm ready to give up reading the news.

The plus size is my house is cleaner, I'm losing weight, and I even planted a garden with my daughter. Will I write more blog posts? Perhaps.

Playhouse Disney

So what I don't get is if the kids have this rocket, why is it that he can't just fly around the mountains or go up higher without help? It's a rocket for crying out loud!

And on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, is Tootle going to snap one day and wipe the gang out? He's the only one with a clue, and he has all the stuff. Really, who flies to Mars without a toolbox? Besides Goofy, I mean.

And will Manny run off with Kelly from the hardware store? She always has everything he needs.

Fortunately, Princess H hates the wiggles, Higglytown, and My Friends Tigger and Pooh. And Handy Manny, come to think of it. But she's very excited about Special Agent Oso.

TV Update

So, I'm current on Battlestar--how that is going to turn out, I don't know but there are only 3 episodes left!

I have 2 episodes of 24 on the DVR, and I'm hoping to watch them tonight.

We're current on Lost, because we watched 5 episodes in the last 2 days. Brent was very happy about that, but now he's sad because we have no more episodes to watch.

I'm current on CSI, and I'm not sure about this new Lie To Me show.

Brent has stopped watching Sarah Connor Chronicles so I'm watching them by myself. I wonder how the Terminators maintain their energy. I mean, are they nuclear powered? You never see them charging like the Borg. I'm just saying.

We still haven't started Burn Notice or Chuck, and we've pretty much decided to not start watching Sanctuary and Fringe, since there is so little time available for TV watching.

Yes, this post is lame.

Still Cranky

It occurs to me that if I got more sleep I might be less cranky. But until Princess H learns that there are other people who can get her a drink in the middle of the night, and until the insomnia passes, I'm afraid we're stuck with cranky mommy. Cranky mommy is not a fun mommy. Cranky mommy does not take H to the toy store, or jumping jacks, or anything remotely fun. Cranky mommy wishes the sippy fairy hadn't taken the sippys so she could just stop the noisy cryhole for 5 minutes.

I wish cranky mommy would go away. Of course, I wish temper tantrum toddler would go with her.

Cranky Old Man

Sometimes I feel like a cranky old man. When I was a kid, we didn't have fancy DVD players and TIVO, so it's hard for me not to feel cranky when Princess H wants me to pause shows, back shows up, and do it now. Right now we're watching The Sound of Music, and this is what I hear: "Mommy, go to where the kids get scared." "Mommy, go the the puppets." "Mommy, go to the part where they go like this and walk."

This has been going on for 2 days! And since I got a whopping 3 1/2 hours of sleep last night, and my blood pressure seems dangerously low, I really feel like catering to a 3 year-old who wants the Sound of Music at 7:00 in the morning. Lousy kids.

I must go. Sixteen Going On Seventeen sounds like it's winding down and I'll need to skip to My Favorite Things.

Stuff

So, I'm almost done cleaning up from the Super Bowl. It was a fun party, but not so wild and crazy that it should have taken two weeks to clean up from. I'm just too lazy to take the card table and chairs down stairs. And I'm not sure what to do with the leftover chips.

I thought I was all cleaned up from Christmas, til I discovered that the doormat of our home says "Happy Holidays!" Plus there's the whole light up candy canes and snowmans in the yard. And they need to come inside, because a roving band of teenage delinquents is roaming around busting up light up candy canes. Those cost $1.50 at Wal-Mart you jerks!

I'm kind of malaisey today. Yes, I know that's not a word. I have school board meeting, and my laptop has conked out so I have to use a pencil and paper to take notes. And I have to remember to leave by 5:00 because it's now in Springville instead of Spanish Fork.