Life On The Planet

Planetary Notes: 10-17-09

*Mulan rehearsals. Mulan, Mulan, Mulan. It's what were doing.

*Mulan costumes. (See above.)

*My root canal is scheduled for Wednesday. I can hardly wait.

*The cat has food.

*The front toilet is broken.

*The rabbit hutch has been winterized.

That's it, folks. I'm out of time. Have a good one.

Re-Cracked

After having too much fun in Louisiana last week (more on that later), I returned to reality with a thud. One of my molars, which was cracked and fixed last spring, has turned on me. It's throbbing, and my face is swollen and achy. All of which has resulted in me sounding a bit like I have a wad of cotton in my mouth.

Think Novocaine.

I wish I had some.

So, I'm off to the dentist to see about my cracked tooth.

I hope it's under warranty.

Sweet Peace

It's 8:00 a.m., and I am the only one up. How did this happen?!? The children must be very tired. They must need the sleep. Children today don't sleep nearly enough.

That's my story, and I'm sticking with it for at least fifteen more minutes.

Just Checking In

Here is the rundown on the inmates inhabitants here on The Planet. It's been awhile since our last post, but hey, we're busy people, you know?

Sal is doing Algebra. And eating fudge. He knows how to multi-task.

Tiger is reading Tales of the Beadle Bard.

Butterfly is also reading. I'm not sure what she is reading. I plan to investigate shortly.

The C.F.O. came home for lunch and LOADED THE DISHWASHER. He's such a keeper.

I am on hold with Dirt Devil. My vacuum has been in the shop for a month. A month.
The pet dander is somewhat overwhelming.

"We are sorry for the delay. Please stay on the line for the next available representative."

I feel sorry for people whose lives are not this riveting.

I'm living large.

If Anyone Needs Me

I'll be in the restroom. Just yell, knock or slide a note under the door. Morse code is also answered promptly. However, I would prefer not to see eyeballs through the keyhole, if it's all the same to you.

A girl has her limits. Yeesh.

We've been up to a whole lot of nothing...

and oddly enough, we've gotten a little bit of stuff done. July has been meandering by. It's been pretty cool (for July) and it's just starting to get hot. Inside our air conditioned abode, we've been real busy doing, well, stuff.

Salamander has one merit badge to finish to achieve his Life rank in scouts, so he's been plugging away at it. Of course, every now and then he needs to take a break and continue his quest to build the perfect town on Sim City. All work and no play...

Butterfly and I are volunteering at Vacation Bible School in the afternoon (Vacation Bible School - the three most dreaded words in all Christendom?). I have eight four and five year olds. They haven't tied me to a tree yet, so I think it's going well. Tiger is enjoying his reign as B.M.A.V.B.S. - Big Man at Vacation Bible School. He and his posse are too cool for words. The fun ends Friday. Thank you, Lord.

I've been busy making jams and jellies, cleaning closets, getting vehicle tags renewed and trying, trying to get ready for school to start. I spent an entire afternoon on the phone with St. Jude's hoping to find out if I could purchase one of their old microscopes. Apparently, no one knows what happens to them. They just disappear. It's quite the mystery. Maybe tomorrow...

Finally, we've all been spending quality time on the hammock. It can get neglected during the other seasons. In the shade of two trees, it's the perfect spot for reading, listening to an MP3 player or solving the world's problems while resting your eyes. These things need doing, ya know.

Yep. We've not been up to much, but at least it's something. To tell the truth, I'm not in a real big hurry to do more.

Reflections of the Brain Dead

As I was driving home at 1:30am this morning from Aussie Kim's house (I was picking Butterfly up from a sleepover. She was sick.), I found myself singing very loudly to songs on the oldies station and pondering the following thoughts that had meandered into my sleep deprived brain:

• What, exactly, are the words to the song Louie, Louie?
• If she throws up, and she's sitting behind me, and we're traveling at 65mph...never mind.
• Why do people drive 52 in a 65? Do they want the child to get sick on me?
• Why do children only get ill at 12:30am?
• Does my black dress make me look fat?
• Should we have chicken or spaghetti for supper?
• How many calories are in Chicken Spaghetti?
• Ugh, gross! Road kill!
• Will it be warm enough on Sunday to wear sandals?
• I hope it's warm enough Sunday to wear sandals.
• Oh, geez. What if Butterfly isn't better by Sunday?
• How am I gonna get that stain off of the table cloth?
• Will lemon juice work?
• Did I forget to take back that over due library book?
• Is that line moving?
• Why is that white line moving?
• I really don't think I took that book back. Hmm.

Ah, home at last. The ramblings are over, thank goodness. To think I used to beg to be allowed to stay up late. They say that youth is wasted on the young. Or is it "Age before wisdom?" I think I'm rambling. I'm rambling again, aren't I?

Sigh.

Good Night.

Saturday Morning Laundry

Before I ask my very important laundry question, I need to confess that the third bear story has been delayed because I forgot to take his picture before he and The Tiger left to go camping this weekend. My lack of planning should come as no great shock to those of you who know me. (Be quiet, Aunt the Major.)

So, here's the question. Does anyone know how to get chocolate out of a white dress shirt? I have tried soaking, scrubbing, Spray & Wash and non-chlorine bleach.

Please, leave a comment if you have any ideas. Thanks.