I last left you when my father died.
Since then, I have:
That’s it in a nutshell.
I promise, I’ll write more soon.
Between myself and the kids, one of us is at the doctor’s office at least one a week.
Today, it’s me.
I have a few child-free hours to myself and purposely showed up to my appointment a little early for one reason: Reader’s Digest.
I’ve been a fan of the good ‘ole RD since I was a kid and figured out there was actually funny stuff inside, and not all hemmoroids and heart attacks.
My heart is sad, though. There are no RD’s in the waiting room and Working Mother magazine is not a good substitute.
I thought it was, like, a law, that a thick, hearty stack of RD’s were in waiting rooms.
Guess I was wrong.
Guess I need to read something about practical shoes…
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My laptop died again.
The precarious position it relied on to work was disrupted when my son nudged it a millimetre, and no amount of cajoling will get it to charge.
As I’m on Operation: Save Money To Move, there isn’t the funds to get the thing fixed. And I have one of those weird flat screen things, but can’t find the charger in my tote box of miscellaneous cords.
So, welcome to Blogging By Phone.
And with that, here’s a picture of something at Target that is out of my budget. But awfully cute.
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The kids have been out of school all week, and they’ll be home tomorrow, too.
You know they’re bored when they start being inventive, but that’s the time that I look back and marvel at their creativity.
Well, to a certain point.
When they start busting out the Halloween wigs and asking for my newest lipstick, it’s then that I wonder what they are doing.
Oh, nothing much. Just my oldest daughter turning my son into a very attractive lady.
And for the record, I’m adding this photo to the naked baby pictures and school note from his teacher admonishing him for drawing a picture of diarrhea. This is going to be great print collateral to show his future wife…
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We’re bundled up here in Indianapolis and ready for the onslaught of ice.
Actually, I just went outside to prop the car wipers up, and noticed a fine snow-cone icy substance all over the vehicle.
But hey, earlier today we had some fun outside, and below is a photo of the boy who gladly spent forty minutes jumping on grass, trying to get the ice to crack.
He didn’t succeed.
I took today off work.
Technically, today is the day of my dad’s funeral. When you factor in the timezone issue, his funeral was actually Sunday evening at 6pm, and I marked that moment by driving on the freeway with tears streaming down my face.
But today, I had to run an errand to a nearby county’s courthouse to get a copy of my original divorce decree, particularly the part where it references changing from my married name back to my maiden name.
I had the boy with me. He spent last night in my bed and wheezing over my face and still had breathing issues this morning, so I deliberately kept him home today.
(Selfishly, I also wanted the company.)
I told him we were heading to the courthouse and when we arrived and walked inside he whispered, “Where’s President Obama?”
I looked down at him, trying to figure out why he was asking about the president and yet, simultaneously trying to help him navigate the steep steps with his SpongeBob shoes flopping off his feet every second step.
“Who… what? The president? He’s at the White House.”
“Yeah. Where is he?” We made it to the second level and he made a point to peer into every empty room.
“In Washington DC.”
“Where is he?”
“In DC! The president is in the White House in Washington, DC!”
“This… isn’t the White House?”
“No, it’s the court house.”
And then I realised his confusion and I laughed, knowing it would have been a story my dad would have loved to hear.
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Taking a break from the other situation I have going on, I drove past this White Castle today and had to get a quick picture.
As a friend of mine remarked, “roses are the new sliders”.
So, who thinks romance is overrated?
