Life On The Planet

Summer Magic

Hi all! How has your summer been. Good, I hope.

Ours has been hectic, but fun. Summer camps, VBS and visits from family have taken up our time, and we couldn't be happier. June has been hotter than average here. Ice tea and lemonade have been consumed in vast quantities. The freezer has done a steady business in popsicles.

Everyone on the Planet is looking forward to a mid-July Greek Geek review!!! Not really. But you know the old saying...you don't use it, you lose it. Or something like that. It will be too hot to do anything outside by then, in any case. Right? Right. (I knew you'd see it my way.)

Why is it that time seems to pass differently in the summer? The days last forever, but time flies by. It reminds me of that old Hayley Mills (of original Parent Trap fame), Summer Magic, which, of course, Butterfly knows by heart. Summer is a magical time. Enjoy it. Savor it.

Winter will be here before you know it.

Imagine

The CFO and I had a date last night. It was a special date. The stars were in alignment, the Karma was good, the Angels were singing...WE HAD NO CHILDREN AT HOME!

Imagine.

The boys were at camp, and Butterfly was at Aussie Kim's.

We were free. To go. To do. Whatever we wanted.

Imagine.

We planned to get an early start, but events conspired against us. But that was okay! We had no children at home awaiting our return.

Imagine!!!!

I wanted to see a movie. Nothing animated. Or involving mutant space creatures. Or American Girl dolls. We ate out and hurried to the theater. On impulse I called to check on Butterfly and to let Kim know the phone would be off for a spell.

She was just about to call me. Butterfly was in the midst of a migraine attack. We needed to pick her sweet little self up and tuck her into bed.

Ah, well. There will be other nights when the stars align.

I imagine.

Yeah, Yeah. I Know.

But believe you me, I got lots of 'scuses for not posting. They're all really important 'scuses, too.

(Hang nail.)

I could go on for HOURS! I could rant. I could rave.

(Whiny cat.)

I could have you in tears over my reasons for abandoning you. I could make you feel guilty for not posting for me!

(Dryer lint.)

You know, that's not a bad idea. Next time I start slacking, somebody jump in and start tap dancing. Okay? Great.

(Burnt waffles.)

I'll post more soon. Promise.

(Dust mites.)

*Excuses contained within parenthesis and strategically placed throughout post are for humorous purposes only. I've got really good excuses.

**Really.

Planetary Notes 05-26-09

Last week - Butterfly and Tiger had a nasty virus. Fever, aches, chills and upper respiratory. Good news: Not the flu. Still, my kids sure have been getting sick a lot for children who never leave the closet. Heh. Just a joke.

Sunday - Sal got a summer gig as a counselor-in-training at a local Boy Scout camp. We dropped him off Sunday. He'll be gone for a month. Sure, we'll miss him, but do you realize what this will save me in groceries?!? My checking account is smiling.

Yesterday - Nothin'.

Today - We took EVERYTHING out of Butterfly's room, cleaned carpets, tossed clothes, etc. Aunt the Major is coming and we want everything to be neat and tidy. I hope she likes Robert Pattinson, 'cause she'll be seeing a lot of him!

Quote of the day: (as sung by Tiger)

"Hum diddly-doo,
Hum diddly-dee.
I wish Sissy was
nice like me!"

Tomorrow - Same song, second verse...

My Father's DNA

Remember the Mom Song that everyone linked to awhile back? One of the best lines in it is when she sings, "It must be your father's DNA." I think it's my mother's favorite part.

My mom likes to begin sentences with, "Your father...." Like I had a choice in the matter! Jeez.

Not to change the subject, but have you heard me whining about my ears? No? How did you escape?! My family would love to know!

I have been having trouble with my ears. I am on my third, yes, I said third ear infection this year. (My second childhood is evidently upon me.) I have two weeks of antibiotics left, and if they don't work it's off to the E.N.T. for me. 

Tubes were mentioned.

I'm thirty-eight years old and possibly about to get tubes for the first time in my life.

That should rate at least a sucker and a Winnie-the-Pooh sticker.

So, I called my mom to tell her. "Well," she said, "Aunt S. had to get tubes in her ears recently."

Aunt S. is my father's sister.

Mom was right! It is all because of my father's DNA.

I don't know why I ever doubt her.

Payoff

There comes a day, a joyous day, in a mother's life when, after years of terror and dread, of begging and pleading, of diligent training of her children, she can awake from an afternoon nap safe in the knowledge that...

she

won't

have

to

call

poison

control!

I have arrived, my friends.

I have arrived.

Attention All Readers

This blog has been temporarily interrupted due to standardized testing.

(Chill out, people. It's only a test.)

P.S.

I <HEART> Number 2 pencils.