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[jay-ell]

Yeah, so instead of using ZombiesRun yesterday I took Danger Boy out to be my personal trainer...darn kid got tired before I did. We did about 25 minutes of alternating walking and sprinting (walk 5, run 1) and we pretended we were Francesco Bernoulli and Lightning McQueen from Cars 2. Of course, when we came home, he went in the backyard and jumped on the trampoline for half and hour while I laid on the couch and wheezed.

Fun times, but I swear there used to be legs below my knees, and not just this big mass of angry nerve endings that want me to die.

Today: First meeting of the Aut Mom's Bitch & Cry ad hoc support group I'm starting. Planned topics: Getting to Know You, and the Social Worker Horror Story. Both the other Moms are criers so I plan to make myself vulnerable from the get-go so they don't feel like they have to hold back.

[jay-ell]

Got stood up. The woman with whom I have a longstanding relationship emailed this morning to let me know her kid was puking. The one I am just getting to know bailed without notice. Suck.

To console myself, I bought a book on gardening and another on rope bondage. Had a nice conversation with the register clerk about the latter.

Thank goodness she was a pleasant middle-aged woman instead of that weird old guy who sometimes works the front register. That would have been awkward.

[side_show]

Sorry your ladies flaked.  Boo to that.

I often treat myself to books when I feel I need a pick me up too.  With my hubby's injury I have stocked up on a nice shelf of things to read and have been working my way through.

[Nabubrush]

Today I am going to get up at 3am after basically sleeping for 20 hours straight. I hate that, and I hate working nights.

[greenkoolayd]

Today I am going to get up at 3am after basically sleeping for 20 hours straight. I hate that, and I hate working nights.

3rd shift is indeed dog shit.

[Nabubrush]

Alas, where I work there is only two shifts. Boss shift and prole shift.

[Carlos del Vaca]

Last night was my oldest kid's "International Festival." They had to do a project on their country of origin, and put together a poster with a map and pictures and stuff. We did Scotland and it was actually quite enjoyable working on it with her (I helped with family history, proofreading, made suggestions, etc.). Last night they had all the posters up in the cafeteria, everyone brought a food item from said countries, and there was a little talent show of traditional music and dance and stuff from those willing to do so. It was fun.

I didn't have as much time to actually look at other kids' posters as I'd have liked, but one that caught my eye was for Mississippi. Wait, that's a state, right?

Took me a moment to put it together. Say your ancestors were brought here on a boat, against their will, you might not really know for certain what country they came from. Just the continent. So you go with what you know.

Now THERE'S a kick in the teeth.

[Choop]

we have a tornado warning and the missus* goes "let's play beer pong" because she bought ping pong balls a couple weeks ago

look it was so close i was scared, i almost peed a little (but managed not to)


but i won on the last cup, two to one

[lprkn]

Scotland

Please tell me you brought haggis.

[Choop]

also i did this tonite



and it was AWESOME


caveat: flamin' hot

[side_show]

Brilliant.

[Nabubrush]

Choop all in top form!

[Nabubrush]

Last night I went out to see a friend's band. Opening for them was a band with a lead singer who sang in French and played the Farfisa organ. Totally 60s sound. Rest of the band dressed in lederhosen and wearing large green felt caps a la Robin Hood. And it was stranger than it sounds. I was up in front sort of pogoing, surrounded by about 30 screaming cute hipster girls, all going berserk. Every time one would bump me they would apologize profusely and give me a hug. It was pretty awesome.

[Carlos del Vaca]

Please tell me you brought haggis.

Believe you me I wanted to, but the wife and kid put the kibosh on it.

Instead we made Dundee cake, which is like a denser panettone or a less dense American fruitcake. We did not bring the scotch-addled sauce to the school, however.

[smick]

pogoing, surrounded by about 30 screaming cute hipster girls, all going berserk. Every time one would bump me they would apologize profusely and give me a hug.

This is how I will remember you, always.