I'm going to Spokane! & 55

I shall visit my Esteemed Elder sister,
I shall attend a friend's birthday party,
I shall eat at Sonic,
I shall have no responsibilities and shall enjoy myself immensely.


Be good while I'm gone and make sure you clean up after yourselves.
:p

Oh, and here is a 55 word Flash Fiction.


He glared at the screen, eyes and cheeks darkening as frustration bloomed into anger. Fingers abandoned attempts to input keystrokes and instead clawed through hair while a deep sigh passed his lips which almost sounded like a growl.
There were no theatrical pyrotechnics involved but he certain this computer would be the death of him.

Guy Fawkes Day, and other interesting November phenomenon

Remember, remember the 5th of November
with gunpowder, treason and plot.

My mother, having English roots, would tell us of the rollicking good times they had as children when every November 5th they would make an effigy of Guy Fawkes and pull it 'round the village in a wagon getting candies and small change for their efforts. That night all the effigies would be burned in a bonfire. Festive, no?

As American children it was, for us, significant only because mom would give us candy, quote the above lines, and try to ensure we knew that even Euromutt whities can have obscure cultural traditions. Yeah, it was really about the candy for us.

My parent's particular brand of extremely conservative Baptist faith banned ritual satanic celebrations, or even a light-hearted acceptance that candy and costumes on October 31st is probably not that big a deal regardless of some people's neurotic suspicions that it's all just a plot to trick every child in America into worshipping the devil. So since we missed out on the high holy day of childhood candy worship getting some loot on November 5th served as a consolation prize.

As an adult, in fact, the year I got married, November began to make itself unique in another way.
In various yers, in the month of November;
my husband's grampa, who mostly raised him, died.
I was hit by a car while walking across a street.
we received notification that the insurance company of the people who hit me was suing me for the damage my BODY did to their car (the lawsuit was dropped, btw).
Mr. Logo lost a very dear friend.
My gramma died.
My mom was diagnosed with brain tumors from metastasized breast cancer.
My grampa died.

This last week I was at my parent's house for several days and the steady decline in my mom's health makes me think we are probably about to have another rotten November.

On the plus side,
we are totally having a candy-fest on the 5th.

It's time for...

Cap'n Morgan and I to start making sweet, sweet love.
Apple cider with cinnamon, orange peel, and clover with a splash of Cap'n Morgan is just what a fall evening needs, or a fall afternoon, or maybe even sometimes a fall morning.

Yes, that is right, baby, it's barely 5 am and I just said I want a drink, that is just how awesome this day is going already.

What that blue thing turned out to be, aaaaaaaand...

Here is Thing Two modelling his mommy-made creation,
but then Thing One felt left out so now I am making him a scarf.

Oh dear...

Look what I've started doing.

Rather embarassing, isn't it?

One advantage...

to having an unemployed husband is that he is available more often for domestic chores.
Yay!

Homeschool has its advantages.

A while back Thing One had a writing assignment. He was supposed to imagine himself as a fictional character and write something that person would have written.
I'm sure a diary entry from Oliver Twist was the sort of thing they had in mind,
but
in the hands of Thing One and I it ended up like this...

Megatron's To Do list:

• Hack US mainframe
• Check Craigslist for cute robogal
• Rent warehouse with hip pad potential
• Schedule an oil change
• Pick up local paper, check want ads
• Make reward poster for Frenzy
• Find a postcard for mom
• Signal Decepticons in space
• Schedule therapy session
• Finish deposition for court case re. dam destruction
• File civil suit against the autobots for severe emotional trauma
• Contact seamstress about a cozy winter jacket
• Contact Cobra about possible alliance
• Get passport photo