A Work in Progress

As you can see, I'm messing around, trying to update the look and format of the Blog. This is so I can be as cool as all of you out there with your fancy-nancy-customized-also-cleans-your-floors Blogs.

I'm hoping I can get it to where I like it. This will take time--especially since I am notorious for leaving the blog for weeks (months?) at a time without any changes.

Meanwhile, apparently some of my family members don't want me to be able to access their blogs, so I didn't put links to them on here, since it won't do any good. If you are one of those family members, and it turns out you forgot to invite me (but love me anyway), invite me and I'll add you to the blog-roll. :)

For the 2 or 3 people out there

who wouldn't be able to guess what our middle child would choose to do, given the opportunity to share a talent with her 4th grade class:

This is pretty much what you'd call "Classic" for this child.

Remember

how annoying it is when you go to label a file and the program restricts you to 8 letters?
(those who use a Mac now may not remember this, but go along with me anyway)

Um, I am now not completely sure about having too much leniency the other way.

Case in point:

The photo:
The file name:
amilia and beansie together with scotty in the background even though he is not supposed to be there, also mom was fixing this so that we could use it for our picture frame that we are going to put in our locker.jpg

Yeah, I just happened to run across this as I was organizing some files on my computer.

I guess it IS nice that not only can a person describe exactly what is going on (thus making it impossible to get mixed up with another file), but said person can also issue a "to do" reminder for the party responsible for doing something with it.

Still, do we really need that many characters?

Overheard...

today as I was using my "avoidance strategy" (ie. staying in bed all morning in hopes that all of life's problems will just go away):

Boy (yelling to his sister in the bathroom): S, don't go in the kitchen for a minute, or even look in there!
S (yelling back): Why?
Boy (again, yelling): Because I just spilled my bowl of cereal all over the floor and I need to go talk to mom about it!

Sigh.

This actually made me laugh. Why would he not want S to see what had happened, but then tell her about it?

The ensuing conversations:
Boy (running into my room): Mommy! I just spilled my whole bowl of cereal all over the red rug.
Me (from the bed): O.K. just a minute.
Boy runs out of the room.
Me (from the bed): S! Come here.
S: What, Mommy?
Me: Will you help your brother by rolling up the rug carefully? Then put it in the laundry room. Use a wet rag to wipe up anything else.
S (slumping over): O.K.
S slowly walks out of the room.

And, thus I was able to continue my strategy (that obviously wasn't working).

Later...

Coming from the shower:

Boy: Someone took all the hot! Someone took all the hot!
R (running to the bathroom and then yelling through the door): What's wrong?
Boy: Someone took all the hot!
R: It was S. She is taking a bath.
Boy: Well, she took all the hot. Tell her she can take the cold, but not the hot!