the continuing adventures of us
With part of my shift more towards work-at-home-schooling-mom, I pared down some of the networks I was on, and joined a business one.
I’m finding I use twitter more often now that I’m in “work” more, and I find LinkedIn to be possibly quite useful in the near future. (Boy, that was cryptic. 
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Make me a linkedIn contact here if you haven’t already.
No idea what either one are? It’s okay, at least it’s not mySpace or Facebook.
Oh dryer, dear dryer so shiny and white.
When I open the door, you turn on the light.
So sparkly, so clean, so energy-saving,
You dry clothes in the same time it takes to clean them.*
An averge energy cost of seventy dollars per year,
I can give the power company a kick in the rear…
Since I only plan on using you half the time.
In summer, I’ll hang my wet clothes on the line.
The noise level too, is lower I find.
No longer will rumbles drive me out of my mind.
The door and the inside are impressively large.
I bet we’d fit inside – and I’m the one in charge.
I go on about you till folks think I’m lame.
But I wrote this and posted it, so I can say the same.
*Artistic license on the rhyme scheme there. I can do that. Also, this is evidence why I should not write poems, possibly ever again.
- we went to Freddy Town on Saturday after the storm cleared up. Driving was fine, shopping was okay. We got some fun stuff, it was like Christmas all over again but without the $20 budget.
- we had supper at Wendy’s the fast food place and a basketball team showed up right when we came in, because we said “we’ll eat inside because it’s empty”. HA!
- the overhead music played “Love is a battlefield” and I spoke the lines before Pat sang until Meaghan almost crawled under the table with laughter and mortification. I even offered to do the dance routine from the video but she insisted I stop. When explaining the video of the song – girl runs away from home, becomes a prostitute, overthrows mean pimp in a dance-off at the bar and the girls scare him away with their shoulder shake (here I demonstrated) – well, let’s just say she wasn’t sure to believe me or not. In her mind, the eighties were a scary time. Parenting is a battlefield, I tell ya.
- almost daily I get a fabulous new and great idea of some possible website we could do. This time, we were discussing paint colors for the house. It needs to be painted at some point, and we haven’t really decided what colors. My great idea? Let the Internet pick. You know, grab a domain like paintmyhouse.com or pickmyhousecolors.com, slap up some photoshopped pictures of my house in various paint schemes and let the internet vote. We paint the house whatever scheme wins and we post the process and the finished result. Slap up some ads, maybe get a sponsor – ba da boom, ba da bing. Ron’s not sold on it though. Something about being stretched too thin and possible write-in votes.
- while thinking up paint schemes for the house, we took a drive downtown Woodstock and gawked at all the fine Victorian homes. And some not so fine. From the backseat, Emma said, “That house back there, the green one with the pink trim? Those people have no taste.”
- our pellet stove is still not fixed. They sent the part by regular mail, or maybe pony express. If it’s not here tomorrow, we’re calling. probably quite a few people.
- yesterday I cooked. I made won ton soup, spring rolls with rice paper wrappers and homemade sausage rolls. I am a really good cook. Just sayin’.
Like these.
Now some people like to know where they’re clicking, so put down any food or beverage and I’ll tell you. Ready? Okay.
They are mac-n-cheese nuggets. That’s right, macaroni and cheese. In nugget form.
My kids will eat a lot of strange things, and for Emma, mac & cheese and chicken nuggets are two fo the handfull of foods she *will* eat, but this? The pictures of this item in our local flyer was met with “THAT IS SO WRONG!” and “Ewwww, grooosssss…”
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