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I think I am looking for excuses to take these silly online quizzes. Oh well, a little self-indulgence from time to time is entertaining--for me, at least.
Anyway, as usual, our family has been quite busy. Working over 45 hrs. or more per week, since I have been staying late and working through lunch. Eventually, the piles on my desk will go down (I hope!). But my boss thanked me the other day, and told me that I have doing a great job helping him out. It was nice to hear...never got compliments from my old boss.
Kids are doing well. Younger-DS has changed his name to Apple-S___ (no! not that word, but his name). It stems from DD mentioning that she was too old to be called Pumpkin, so she needs to be called Pumpkin Pie now. Anyway, Apple-S now says that his name begins with A instead of S.
Older-DS (who won't let me give him a nickname...so I think I will start calling him Stinky McGee) had Rodeo Day at school. They were to dress in "Rodeo" attire. Yes, cowboy hats, boots and the like. Um, we don't have those. One of the groups of trail-riders passed in front of their school, so they got to watch the horse riders.
I managed to catch a gander at a group on the way to work, right along Fairbanks. I felt bad for the cars trying to get to work, as this is a heavily traveled road in the mornings.
Pumpkin Pie had Rodeo Day on Wednesday, and had farm animals at school today. She was excited to see the donkey and pig and lambs and goats. But you cannot shriek and talk loudly and hit the animals, or else it will scare them and they will run away. You have to be quiet and pet them very softly. It was pretty humorous to hear her explaining this, oh so very seriously.
It is driving me nuts! The rugrats keep doing things that I intend to write down, but when I finally have a free moment to type everything up, I cannot remember a darn thing. I really need to start taking notes. Once, my memory was iron clad, but ever since I had kids, it seems nothing sticks around. Gads.
Oh well, this weekend will be busy. I've been purging the house, working my way through. I think we have tossed out about 15 boxes of crap in the last 3 weeks. Tomorrow I'm going to start tackling the kitchen and the rest of the living room. I've mostly finished the master bedroom and closet, Pumpkin Pie's room, part of Stinky McGee's/Apple-S's room, and the front half of the living room.
I don't know what has happened, but I am so tired of the clutter. DH even asked if I was pregnant. Thank goodness not! I can barely keep up with the three I have now.
Anyway, as usual, our family has been quite busy. Working over 45 hrs. or more per week, since I have been staying late and working through lunch. Eventually, the piles on my desk will go down (I hope!). But my boss thanked me the other day, and told me that I have doing a great job helping him out. It was nice to hear...never got compliments from my old boss.
Kids are doing well. Younger-DS has changed his name to Apple-S___ (no! not that word, but his name). It stems from DD mentioning that she was too old to be called Pumpkin, so she needs to be called Pumpkin Pie now. Anyway, Apple-S now says that his name begins with A instead of S.
Older-DS (who won't let me give him a nickname...so I think I will start calling him Stinky McGee) had Rodeo Day at school. They were to dress in "Rodeo" attire. Yes, cowboy hats, boots and the like. Um, we don't have those. One of the groups of trail-riders passed in front of their school, so they got to watch the horse riders.
I managed to catch a gander at a group on the way to work, right along Fairbanks. I felt bad for the cars trying to get to work, as this is a heavily traveled road in the mornings.
Pumpkin Pie had Rodeo Day on Wednesday, and had farm animals at school today. She was excited to see the donkey and pig and lambs and goats. But you cannot shriek and talk loudly and hit the animals, or else it will scare them and they will run away. You have to be quiet and pet them very softly. It was pretty humorous to hear her explaining this, oh so very seriously.
It is driving me nuts! The rugrats keep doing things that I intend to write down, but when I finally have a free moment to type everything up, I cannot remember a darn thing. I really need to start taking notes. Once, my memory was iron clad, but ever since I had kids, it seems nothing sticks around. Gads.
Oh well, this weekend will be busy. I've been purging the house, working my way through. I think we have tossed out about 15 boxes of crap in the last 3 weeks. Tomorrow I'm going to start tackling the kitchen and the rest of the living room. I've mostly finished the master bedroom and closet, Pumpkin Pie's room, part of Stinky McGee's/Apple-S's room, and the front half of the living room.
I don't know what has happened, but I am so tired of the clutter. DH even asked if I was pregnant. Thank goodness not! I can barely keep up with the three I have now.
