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Right On Target
It started with the lamp. The Captain and I have matching bedside lamps; or rather, we HAD matching lamps, until yesterday. #6 -who shall henceforth be dubbed “Bam-Bam” for his penchant for grabbing and smashing stuff- managed to slip unnoticed into our bedroom after breakfast. Three minutes later, our once intact lamp was transformed into this sorry state: So when I woke up early this morning, I decided that we’d go to Target & replace the lamp. That may not sound like a noteworthy decision, but when you take into account that I’d be lugging six other people with me, it’s more of a serious thought to ponder, you know?…
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A Royal Affair
Yes, my summer has consisted of roughly 99.7% kid-supporting efforts. But every rare once in awhile, I DO get the chance to escape the confines of the madhouse. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKcYGOIJhqo Recently, however, I got the chance to do something that I’ve pretty much dreamed of since about ninth grade. In a word: IN CONCERT. Yup, confession: I’m a die-hard, long-term Queen fan. I’m not talking, “I can sing the chorus of Bohemian Rhapsody” type of fan. I’m talking the slavish, intense devotion of proudly being a card-carrying member of Queen’s International Fan Club, way back when you had to fill out a membership form in pen and MAIL it, overseas. You…
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Open The Floodgates…
Sometimes, the noise level in the house detracts from being able to string together words into sentences that create posts. Today, it’s not so much the noise level INSIDE the house, but OUTSIDE of it that’s distracting. To be specific, it’s really the noise ON TOP of the house. I’ll explain. It’s obviously been a busy summer; hence the recent lack of posts. Some of it’s the normal buzz of activity. That and the copious amounts of water that seem to be accumulating in my house, in places that water just shouldn’t accumulate. It started with the downstairs toilet. We’ve got two bathrooms in the house; the main floor bathroom…
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Go 4th
Happy 4th of July, everyone!!* *Wet firecrackers fizzle into puddle in the pouring rain.* This year’s 4th of July was a rather damp one, but was initially very disappointing for my crew. The reason for the angst was that the rain meant a cancellation of the massive, festive and patriotic yearly extravaganza, a.k.a., “Aunt L’s pool party.” My aunt & uncle’s 4th of July party has been a long-standing tradition in the family, and is a great time: horseshoes, the pool, great food, pool, great drinks, pool, lots of laughs, oh, and in case I forgot to mention, they have a POOL. Now we do have a membership to our…
