Stuff to blog about

Just keeping a list for me, and a preview for you.

- shopping last Saturday at Zellers, the toilet paper that was on sale and how people were lined up and fighting for it like it was Dec. 23rd. “You stood in line for this?” said the cashier. The crazy lady at the grocery store.

- the lady who followed me home from the post office, dressed all in black with a long flowing trenchcoat

- get together all the cards & stuff Addison got, add them & take a picture. We’re still getting some. Include public thank-yous.

- the clock that Carl gave Sarah

- Emma & the peanut butter and how work at home, homeschooling and being a SAHM all collide on some days to make really pretty fireworks

- 2 birthdays coming up

- My mom’s parents are coming up this weekend. Should be lots of stories to tell there, and I did mention to my mom that maybe they’d better not get the Internet at their place becuase they are the only family I have left to make fun of in my blog. And it’s so easy. (But I’ve never made fun of you, I love you!) Remember to tell the story of Nanny, matresses on the floor and dust mites. Plus alka-seltzer.

- Halloween. How the girls are playing trick-or-treat and getting Emma to knock on bedroom doors to get things like oranges and bananas and hairbrushes. “But it’s not halloween yet!” Emma wailed. How we are going to let them pick out their own candy, visit maybe half a dozen houses, then divvy up what we bought ourselves, cutting out a lot of that inefficient door-to-door stuff.

- Emma’s birthday conversations. A heads up to Carol, whom I keep forgetting to email. Emma is totally convinced Christina is coming to her party, date undetermined. It’ll be Dora themed, as Emma keeps reminding me. Daily.

- how much time our homeschooling takes, kinda like Kim. How the girls are studying Africa, and what I found when I checked on them gabbing in Sarah’s room the other day.

- Addison getting back to schoolwork, his old job and stack of job apps he has, how Radio Shack made him cry, and how we were all in his room the other day when he said, “Okay, please leave, I have to invade North Korea now.” Include pic.

If I forgot anything else, I’m sure my mom will phone me up and remind me. At length and loudly.