The heart of a child

We went grocery shopping last night, and Emma was in a free hug mood, hunting down clerks wherever she saw them, not just at the checkout. She rarely, if ever, hugs anyone else and even then usually chats them up first.

In the cereal aisle, Ron got ahead of me, I lingered back to broswe, and Emma was sort of in the middle. “Would you like a free hug?” I heard her say, and looked up in time to see her hugging a lady in front of her cart.  She hugged her and moved on, while I made my way to the lady to explain.

“I needed that,” she said, as I noticed her face was pale and drawn. “My grandfather’s dying.” She had just left the hospital.

In the whole entire store, Emma randomly hugs one stranger and she’s the one who needs it the most.

(I gave her a hug too.)

Life keeps on happening as we make our plans

When last we left our intrepid herione, she had left off the retelling of her days somewhere around last Saturday.

You may have seen in the comments that for my video game afternoon, no one showed up.

What if you threw a party and no one came?

I found out near the end that there was a big HUGE basketball game that the local school was involved in and everyone in the county went to go see it. It’s okay though, the girls and I had an okay time. I familiarized myself with the club, set things up, washed things down, made snacks and read over all the book titles, scoring a few to bring home. (They have a lending library) I did do a couple of race games on the Playstation with Emma.

Sarah and Meaghan got out the darts and somehow Meaghan managed to stab herself in the forehead with one, so then they decided to sit in the sun and read.

After that, we went home.

On Sunday, we did our usual Sunday things (yes, it includes work of some sort) and eventually I got ready to go to a club meeting. I had left it too late and Ron confirmed that yes, I’d better wash my hair. I had ten minutes before the meeting started just down the road. I can see the place from my house, and it was warm out, so I didn’t even have to run the car long.

I set out to wash my hair in the kitchen sink and somewhere between the soaping up and the rinsing off, my hand reached out to the single-lever faucet and it came off. My loving adoring husband, instead of helping me try to replace it one-handed with soap all over my head, instead chose to lay on the kitchen floor because he was laughing so hard. Sarah came in to see what was going on and she was no help either.

Somehow I got to the meeting soap-free where nobody gave me heck for not having any kids show up. One guy there is the girl’s basketball coach, so he knew why and kinda felt bad. Maybe a little (they lost by 2 points in the last second of the game). He brought his kids and when I told his son, who looked about 10, what we did yesterday his eyes bugged out. When I asked him if I did this again would he like to go, his head practically nodded right off. So there.

And then I mentioned about how the community needs a website and we could sell ads on it to local businesses. They thought that was great, considering it’s no work for anyone else but me.

I’ve been shuffling around work, life, emails and clients since then. Oh, and keeping an eye on the old pellet stove, which hasn’t acted up once. Then again, we haven’t put it any higher than 3 and that’s just for a little while. We mostly run it on 2.

There was also Tuesday’s fun theme giveaway, but I want to write about that next entry. 😀

Lest you think I am one of those women who manages to do it all, I can assure that’s not true. We had a lot of leftovers this week, and there was (until last night) 4 loads of clean unfolded laundry on the futon. And I can’t see the top of my desk or the floor in the living room. Yesterday, I forgot to eat lunch until 2pm. As for homeschooling, we unschool. Most of the time, I know what Emma’s learned as she chatters information from every single item she learned about on Discovery Kids or from her books, all on repeat at top volume, while I dig myself further under the covers for our nightime snuggle.

This is my brain dump, to catch you up. I’ll hit publish, go refill my tea mug, and then come back and sort emails, picking something to start with first. Probably whatever’s urgent or whatever’s waited the longest.

And today it’s free coffee

Yesterday I created a fenzy with WordPress themes, today it looks like we’re giving away coffee. 😀

Go sign up at Joffrey’s. Gotta have a blog, that’s it. (Although I didn’t go through the signup myself, so I have no idea if it’s limited to Americans.)  They’ll send you coffee.

Some days I wish I drank coffee. Then again, I start to think of how I could do stupider things much, much faster, so I go have another pot of tea instead.

The $5 theme club giveaway!

For the WordPress users in my audience, I have an interesting giveaway today. Small Potatoes is a great theme designer who recently started a paid theme club. Over the next year, he will release at least one new theme a month to club members. His themes are good. Really good – both in design and coding.

The best part? The theme club is only FIVE BUCKS.

Even better?

There’s a giveaway contest! But hold your clicks, you don’t have to go anywhere – I have FIFTY – that’s right, 50 – free memberships to give away. Leave me a comment saying how much you love new themes, and I’ll send you the details. Isn’t this awesome? Tell all your friends and link to me if you can to help get to word out.

And if he ever gets to this end of Canada, SP is already invited to stop in so I can feed him. Poor boy is too skinny, working so hard.

Note: if your blog is hosted at WordPress.COM, you can’t upload your own themes there. not even with a paid upgrade. You need a self-hosted version of WordPress to install more themes.

Why yes I am freaking out about it

Not only am I VP of the local community club, I am also head chair of the youth comittee. *gulp* Because I’m young and have kids or something. Oh, and ideas and I opened my mouth…

Our first event is this weekend. My idea, I did the planning, the promoting, and what little organizing has gone on so far, oh and all the work… You know, what I signed up for when I was volunteered.

(Side note: the kids say “volun-told” in our house when we ask then to do something that they aren’t allowed to say no to. 😉 )

It’s the “BURN YER EYES OUT” videos game session extravaganza! Bring your console & games! Bring your buddies! NO COST! Snacks and adult supervision provided! Please call me to register.

I’ve had NO CALLS. I put up signs in the local post office, the store, the nearest library, an ad in the local freebie paper, the school announced it and the local church announced it at youth group last night (I hope).

Now, part of the reason I wanted people to call me is so I can coordinate how many extra tvs we need. There’s a large tv down there and I am bringing our spare tv and two older game consoles. Fair enough if a couple kids show up.

I am already freaking out about all the other alternatives and what ifs. What if a bunch of kids show up empty-handed waiting to be entertained? What if some show up with consoles and we run out of tvs? There’s no phone there for me to call my backups.

*bites nails*

I will have all the girls with me to hlep. I will have snacks. I WILL breathe. In. Out. I will, if needed, spin the retro feel on it. “This is your chance to pay on *classic* machines, boys…” We are in walking distance of my house and a few others if I need to send Sarah or Meaghan off with messages.

Breathe. Slowly. Did I mention I am the new kid on the block, new in the neighbourhood? And I know I’m being watched to see how I make out?

Where’s my bottle of ibuprophen?

It’ll be okay, right? Right? At least next month, we have an event planned with the secretary three doors down in a bunny suit. That should go well. Right?


I lost this bet, see…

So this friend of mine and I had this little bet going to see how would cave first and post to a forum we were trying to take a break from. I kinda couldn’t take it anymore and sort of tossed myself under the bus. So to speak. (It was painful watching people flounder wthout us.)

This is where you come in, my readers and circle of people I know who know stuff. I need to know some things, and one of ’em I know less than nothing about.

Elucidate me, if you can, on the culture of the NASCAR lifestyle.

Oh, and homeschooling on the road.

Yes, there will be linkage at the end.

(See? I know about homeschooling. He knows all about NASCAR. Loser writes an article on both. I think it would’ve been funnier the other way around.)