Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
You Know You're A Geek When...
I was playing Dungeon Runners last night with a coworker and a group of strangers.
We were farming for rainbow items.
Geek translation: We were looking for really cool (rarely found) weapons that the bad dudes drop when they are killed.
I snorted sarcastically when I heard one of the group members pleading to another group member for a cool sword that the other group member had just picked up.
Dudes talking over their headsets to each other:
"Dude. Can I please have that sword?"
"No. I like it. It's cool."
"Aw come on Dude! I've been good to you, bro! You gotta admit. I've been good to you!"
"Yeah alright. Here."
clang of the sword item being dropped
"Sweet! Thanks, Dude!"
*snort* says I, talking to my man who was sitting behind me plinking on his computer. "These guys are such geeks!"
"Heroes is almost on."
"What? Oh!"
Frantic typing of message to group
"Dudes. I gotta log off. Heroes is on."
...
*thunk of head on desk*
"gawd. I'm such a geek!"
We were farming for rainbow items.
Geek translation: We were looking for really cool (rarely found) weapons that the bad dudes drop when they are killed.
I snorted sarcastically when I heard one of the group members pleading to another group member for a cool sword that the other group member had just picked up.
Dudes talking over their headsets to each other:
"Dude. Can I please have that sword?"
"No. I like it. It's cool."
"Aw come on Dude! I've been good to you, bro! You gotta admit. I've been good to you!"
"Yeah alright. Here."
clang of the sword item being dropped
"Sweet! Thanks, Dude!"
*snort* says I, talking to my man who was sitting behind me plinking on his computer. "These guys are such geeks!"
"Heroes is almost on."
"What? Oh!"
Frantic typing of message to group
"Dudes. I gotta log off. Heroes is on."
...
*thunk of head on desk*
"gawd. I'm such a geek!"
Hmmm
You know, for a (much hyped) season premier of Heroes...it wasn't very good.
Maybe it will take a few episodes to get me to re-warm up to it.
Right now I'm thinking--Meh.
What'd you all think?
Maybe it will take a few episodes to get me to re-warm up to it.
Right now I'm thinking--Meh.
What'd you all think?
Monday, September 24, 2007
Mrowrrrrrrrrr
I'm antsy. And that's never good.
After this last weekend I find myself pacing and feeling sulky.
Ever have one of those weekends where everything you say comes out wrong?
Thursday, my first official day off, I was driving MiniWarrior to school and was joking with him...and made him cry.
Because he is so high functioning I forget (at times) that he is Autistic that he does not understand teasing.
At all.
At best he gets the most rudimentary jokes that a toddler would understand.
For some reason, language humor does not compute.
I know this. Yet I forgot in a temporary moment of levity, trying to make him laugh...I made him cry.
I spent the rest of the day feeling like crap.
Things got better when I went to pick him up from school and he greeted me with a tight hug and a look on his face that said, "I forgive you, Momma."
The next day in another attempt at levity...I managed to piss off my Guy.
Which...left me feeling like crap.
*sigh*
I'm all sorts of discom-humor-ulated now.
After this last weekend I find myself pacing and feeling sulky.
Ever have one of those weekends where everything you say comes out wrong?
Thursday, my first official day off, I was driving MiniWarrior to school and was joking with him...and made him cry.
Because he is so high functioning I forget (at times) that he is Autistic that he does not understand teasing.
At all.
At best he gets the most rudimentary jokes that a toddler would understand.
For some reason, language humor does not compute.
I know this. Yet I forgot in a temporary moment of levity, trying to make him laugh...I made him cry.
I spent the rest of the day feeling like crap.
Things got better when I went to pick him up from school and he greeted me with a tight hug and a look on his face that said, "I forgive you, Momma."
The next day in another attempt at levity...I managed to piss off my Guy.
Which...left me feeling like crap.
*sigh*
I'm all sorts of discom-humor-ulated now.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Sundayy Sundayyyyyyy
How's every ones weekend going?
Me? I'm back at work.
*bleh*
We had a relaxing weekend. We took my Man's dog to a doggie restaurant because it was his (dogs) birthday. Very cute. There were all sorts of dogs of various sizes and shapes sniffing and tail wagging around. MiniWarrior was ecstatic. He zoomed around asking people if he could "pet their dog" with a big grin on his face.
The coup de grace for MiniWarriors weekend though, was the show on Discovery channel all about Preying Mantis'. Creepy bastard insects!! I can't believe we had one of those things in our house! Seriously.
We watched a 4 inch Preying Mantis catch a 10 inch Corn Snake.
Yeah you heard me.
A SNAKE!
Dang thing was chomping away while the snake was frantically writhing trying to escape.
Remember me joking about MiniWarriors Preying Mantis and how would turn its head and look at me like I was its next meal?
That thing really was sizing me up!
All, "Oh yeah. Yer next..." Smacking its lips and rubbing its barbed hands.
*shudder*
Yeah? Well, I've got a size 8 shoe for your pre-meal appetizer, Mr. freaky-ass Mantis!
Hmph!
I miss the good ol' days (last summer) of MiniWarriors last obsession over Lobsters.
At least they knew their place in the circle of life!
Me? I'm back at work.
*bleh*
We had a relaxing weekend. We took my Man's dog to a doggie restaurant because it was his (dogs) birthday. Very cute. There were all sorts of dogs of various sizes and shapes sniffing and tail wagging around. MiniWarrior was ecstatic. He zoomed around asking people if he could "pet their dog" with a big grin on his face.
The coup de grace for MiniWarriors weekend though, was the show on Discovery channel all about Preying Mantis'. Creepy bastard insects!! I can't believe we had one of those things in our house! Seriously.
We watched a 4 inch Preying Mantis catch a 10 inch Corn Snake.
Yeah you heard me.
A SNAKE!
Dang thing was chomping away while the snake was frantically writhing trying to escape.
Remember me joking about MiniWarriors Preying Mantis and how would turn its head and look at me like I was its next meal?
That thing really was sizing me up!
All, "Oh yeah. Yer next..." Smacking its lips and rubbing its barbed hands.
*shudder*
Yeah? Well, I've got a size 8 shoe for your pre-meal appetizer, Mr. freaky-ass Mantis!
Hmph!
I miss the good ol' days (last summer) of MiniWarriors last obsession over Lobsters.
At least they knew their place in the circle of life!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
A *Sigh*
I drive MiniWarrior back and forth to school on Thursdays and Fridays.
Today, when we pulled up at his school he said:
"Mom, I can walk myself to my class. I don't need you."
*sigh*
Where did the little boy go who begged to hold my hand all the way to class?
He's growing up.
Today, when we pulled up at his school he said:
"Mom, I can walk myself to my class. I don't need you."
*sigh*
Where did the little boy go who begged to hold my hand all the way to class?
He's growing up.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Daily *Snort* # 2 (just say NO to Crack!)
'Cuz today is my Friday--Y'all get TWO daily *snorts*
...you can thank me with Hello Kitty's.
...you can thank me with Hello Kitty's.
Daily *Snort*
from my coworker:
A lady came up to me on the street and pointed at my suede jacket. 'You know a cow was murdered for that jacket?” she sneered.
I didn't know there were any witnesses,” I replied, “So now I'll have to kill you too."
A lady came up to me on the street and pointed at my suede jacket. 'You know a cow was murdered for that jacket?” she sneered.
I didn't know there were any witnesses,” I replied, “So now I'll have to kill you too."
HaphazardKat Goodness
For such a angst filled year--personal illness and surgery's, family member illness, house loss, job worries...the year is closing out on a happy note.
For those who've read my blogs--I look upon Fall as the unofficial end of my year and beginning of a new one.
I don't know what the future holds. But right now, in this moment of time, I am happy.
My world is filled with gentleness and love. I used to be a loner. Someone who had to have an avenue of escape from everyone. I am social and love social situations, but I had to have that place where I could escape from it all.
Now, when I walk into the place where I reside, I am greeted by my little family and I feel something strange inside me. A feeling of belonging. A feeling of "coming home" and it fills my insides like a soft oil, warming me.
I don't know how long this will last. Life has taught me that there are no guarantee's.
But...as this year ends for me and a new one begins? I'm going to embrace this happiness, toss fear aside and allow myself to rest. To drink in this happy moment in time. It's too precious to waste on the "what ifs" that haunt us in the shadows of the night.
For those who've read my blogs--I look upon Fall as the unofficial end of my year and beginning of a new one.
I don't know what the future holds. But right now, in this moment of time, I am happy.
My world is filled with gentleness and love. I used to be a loner. Someone who had to have an avenue of escape from everyone. I am social and love social situations, but I had to have that place where I could escape from it all.
Now, when I walk into the place where I reside, I am greeted by my little family and I feel something strange inside me. A feeling of belonging. A feeling of "coming home" and it fills my insides like a soft oil, warming me.
I don't know how long this will last. Life has taught me that there are no guarantee's.
But...as this year ends for me and a new one begins? I'm going to embrace this happiness, toss fear aside and allow myself to rest. To drink in this happy moment in time. It's too precious to waste on the "what ifs" that haunt us in the shadows of the night.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Purrrrrrr
Fall is in the air, Folks!
*sssssssssssssniff*
Mmmm. Purrrrr.
My absolute favorite time of year.
Leaves crunching under foot. Rosy cheeks. Snuggly sweaters. Warm fires.
Purrrrr. Purrrrr. Purrrrrr.
*sssssssssssssniff*
Mmmm. Purrrrr.
My absolute favorite time of year.
Leaves crunching under foot. Rosy cheeks. Snuggly sweaters. Warm fires.
Purrrrr. Purrrrr. Purrrrrr.
Monday, September 17, 2007
MiniWarrior~ism
"You're one smart taco, Mom."
"Taco?"
"Yeah."
"How come a taco?"
"Cuz your insides are delicious."
"They are?"
"Yep. Yer pure gravy...and I loveeee gravy."
...
This kid slays me...
"Taco?"
"Yeah."
"How come a taco?"
"Cuz your insides are delicious."
"They are?"
"Yep. Yer pure gravy...and I loveeee gravy."
...
This kid slays me...
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Mwrowr
Tired.
Tired Tired Tired Tired Tired.
Sooooooo very tired.
That's all I got for today.
Yawwwwwwwwwwn.
Tired Tired Tired Tired Tired.
Sooooooo very tired.
That's all I got for today.
Yawwwwwwwwwwn.
Friday, September 14, 2007
MiniWarrior~ism
MiniWarrior has a stuffed Momma cat he named Butterscotch and a baby stuffed kitty he named Butter.
He adores them.
Tonight, after multiple times of climbing up and down the stairs to his loft bedroom, I noticed Butter laying on the kitchen table.
I sighed knowing I would soon hear a soft voice pleading for me to bring his baby Butter to him...which meant another trip up and down the stairs.
Hmm.
I could huck baby Butter up over the loft wall thus saving me a stairs trip.
Excellent idea!
I stood in the middle of the living room and hurled baby Butter up and over the loft wall upstairs.
He landed with a *plunk* on MiniWarriors bed.
"AHHHHH!" MiniWarrior screamed.
"Mommmmmmm" He called out in a rebuking tone.
"You scared me! I thought it was a bald eagle!"
...
I'm still laughing...
He adores them.
Tonight, after multiple times of climbing up and down the stairs to his loft bedroom, I noticed Butter laying on the kitchen table.
I sighed knowing I would soon hear a soft voice pleading for me to bring his baby Butter to him...which meant another trip up and down the stairs.
Hmm.
I could huck baby Butter up over the loft wall thus saving me a stairs trip.
Excellent idea!
I stood in the middle of the living room and hurled baby Butter up and over the loft wall upstairs.
He landed with a *plunk* on MiniWarriors bed.
"AHHHHH!" MiniWarrior screamed.
"Mommmmmmm" He called out in a rebuking tone.
"You scared me! I thought it was a bald eagle!"
...
I'm still laughing...
A Snapshot of Grace
Amish donate cash to school gunman’s widow
Updated: 12:21 p.m. PT Sept 13, 2007
PHILADELPHIA - An Amish community that lost five girls in a Pennsylvania schoolhouse shooting massacre last year has donated money to the widow of the gunman, the community said Wednesday.
The Nickel Mines Accountability Committee, which was set up to handle more than $4.3 million in donations from around the world after the shootings, said it had given an unspecified "contribution" to Marie Roberts, a mother of three.
Her husband, Charles Carl Roberts, a local milk truck driver who was not Amish, tied up and shot 10 Amish schoolgirls aged 6 to 14 in their classroom last Oct. 2, killing five of them before turning the gun on himself.
After the shootings, members of the deeply religious Amish community in Lancaster County about 60 miles west of Philadelphia, said they wanted to forgive the gunman.
In a statement released on behalf of the community, the committee said, "Many from Nickel Mines have pointed out that forgiveness is a journey, that you need help from your community of faith and from God ... to make and hold on to a decision not to become a hostage to hostility.
"It is understood that hostility destroys community," it said.
The Amish, descendants of Swiss-German settlers, eschew many aspects of modern life such as cars and telephones, and place particular importance on the principle of forgiveness.
Four of the five wounded girls have been in school since last December, and two have missed some school for rehabilitative therapy, the committee said.
The most seriously wounded survivor, Rosanna King, is confined to a reclining wheelchair, unable to talk or feed herself. But her parents said in the statement she smiled a lot and seemed to have good vision and hearing.
A new school built a short distance from the site of the old one — which was demolished — is expected to be closed on the anniversary of the shootings but no memorial events are planned, the statement said.
"To the casual observer, life goes on in Nickel Mines," the statement said. "But for the families each day brings with it the pain, grief and questions that remind them of their loss."
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20761374/
Updated: 12:21 p.m. PT Sept 13, 2007
PHILADELPHIA - An Amish community that lost five girls in a Pennsylvania schoolhouse shooting massacre last year has donated money to the widow of the gunman, the community said Wednesday.
The Nickel Mines Accountability Committee, which was set up to handle more than $4.3 million in donations from around the world after the shootings, said it had given an unspecified "contribution" to Marie Roberts, a mother of three.
Her husband, Charles Carl Roberts, a local milk truck driver who was not Amish, tied up and shot 10 Amish schoolgirls aged 6 to 14 in their classroom last Oct. 2, killing five of them before turning the gun on himself.
After the shootings, members of the deeply religious Amish community in Lancaster County about 60 miles west of Philadelphia, said they wanted to forgive the gunman.
In a statement released on behalf of the community, the committee said, "Many from Nickel Mines have pointed out that forgiveness is a journey, that you need help from your community of faith and from God ... to make and hold on to a decision not to become a hostage to hostility.
"It is understood that hostility destroys community," it said.
The Amish, descendants of Swiss-German settlers, eschew many aspects of modern life such as cars and telephones, and place particular importance on the principle of forgiveness.
Four of the five wounded girls have been in school since last December, and two have missed some school for rehabilitative therapy, the committee said.
The most seriously wounded survivor, Rosanna King, is confined to a reclining wheelchair, unable to talk or feed herself. But her parents said in the statement she smiled a lot and seemed to have good vision and hearing.
A new school built a short distance from the site of the old one — which was demolished — is expected to be closed on the anniversary of the shootings but no memorial events are planned, the statement said.
"To the casual observer, life goes on in Nickel Mines," the statement said. "But for the families each day brings with it the pain, grief and questions that remind them of their loss."
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20761374/
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Adventures of MiniWarriors Habitat
While laying on our tummys watching the grasshoppers in MiniWarriors Habitat:
"Mom look! The grasshoppers love each other."
I peered over to where MiniWarrior was pointing.
A small light green grasshopper was clinging to a leaf while a much larger grasshopper was riding on its back...procreating.
"See? They're hugging each other!"
"Uh. Um. (crap I'm so not explaining this) Yes! I see. They're hugging!"
This Habitat is killin' me here, People. Killin' me!
"Mom look! The grasshoppers love each other."
I peered over to where MiniWarrior was pointing.
A small light green grasshopper was clinging to a leaf while a much larger grasshopper was riding on its back...procreating.
"See? They're hugging each other!"
"Uh. Um. (crap I'm so not explaining this) Yes! I see. They're hugging!"
This Habitat is killin' me here, People. Killin' me!
Monday, September 10, 2007
Saturday, September 08, 2007
MiniWarrior~ism: What Do Preying Mantis' Eat?
Thursday I took MiniWarrior to his favorite restaurant, IHOP. Why is it his favorite restaurant you ask?
Because along side the building there are bushes that grasshoppers like.
Mm Hmm...grasshoppers--IHOP--We giggle at the irony of that, often. :D
So as I was saying...we went to IHOP with bug catcher in hand and after much crawling and kicking of bushes we captured 4 new grasshoppers for MiniWarriors Habitat.
MiniWarrior was estatic. We hunkered over his habitat and carefully guided (thunked,wedged, flicked...) the grasshoppers through the small opening and into the Habitat.
We added some leaves from the IHOP bushes and lay on our tummy's watching the grasshoppers hop around inside the Habitat. The one legged grasshopper that had been in the Habitat for about 2 weeks, promptly started scarfing on the fresh leaves.
The Preying Mantis, which had been in the Habitat for the past month was suddenly very active. Climbing leaves, turning his head left and right watching all the new activity.
"Mom, what do Preying Mantis' eat?" MiniWarrior asked, tapping at the side of the Habitat to watch a grasshopper jump.
"Hmm. I think leaves and flies." I answered, naively.
I grew tired of laying on the floor watching the grasshoppers jump around in the Habitat and headed downstairs.
I was in mid game, hacking bad dudes on level 6 of Frumps Misfortune: Dungeon Runners, when I heard MiniWarrior scream and begin banging things upstairs.
I paused my game and lumbered back upstairs to see what the hubbub was about.
"He's eating my grasshopper!" MiniWarrior sobbed, pointing an accusatory finger at his Habitat.
"Huh? Who?"
"The Preying Mantis is eating my grasshopper!"
"No. Really? Maybe he's just hugging him?
"NO! He's eating him! Make him stop!"
I hunkered down and peered into the Habitat.
Mr. Mantis was laying on his side in the leaves and had his arms wrapped around a flayling upside down grasshopper...and was happily noshing on his head.
"Ewwwww! He is eating him!"
"M...m...make him stop!"
"I can't, Hun. He's obviously been starving in your Habitat and needs to eat."
"Yes but not my grasshopper!"
"Well...apparently Preying Mantis' eat grasshoppers."
I spent the next hour explaining to MiniWarrior about nature and how things worked.
He calmed down once he understood that the Preying Mantis would get bigger and even more gruesome if we allowed him to eat a grasshopper now and then...
The little boy "ew=cool" gene kicked in and all was well in the bug infested household.
I'm (still) totally creeped out over that creature happily munching on the twitching grasshoppers head...
But MiniWarriors happy.
Because along side the building there are bushes that grasshoppers like.
Mm Hmm...grasshoppers--IHOP--We giggle at the irony of that, often. :D
So as I was saying...we went to IHOP with bug catcher in hand and after much crawling and kicking of bushes we captured 4 new grasshoppers for MiniWarriors Habitat.
MiniWarrior was estatic. We hunkered over his habitat and carefully guided (thunked,wedged, flicked...) the grasshoppers through the small opening and into the Habitat.
We added some leaves from the IHOP bushes and lay on our tummy's watching the grasshoppers hop around inside the Habitat. The one legged grasshopper that had been in the Habitat for about 2 weeks, promptly started scarfing on the fresh leaves.
The Preying Mantis, which had been in the Habitat for the past month was suddenly very active. Climbing leaves, turning his head left and right watching all the new activity.
"Mom, what do Preying Mantis' eat?" MiniWarrior asked, tapping at the side of the Habitat to watch a grasshopper jump.
"Hmm. I think leaves and flies." I answered, naively.
I grew tired of laying on the floor watching the grasshoppers jump around in the Habitat and headed downstairs.
I was in mid game, hacking bad dudes on level 6 of Frumps Misfortune: Dungeon Runners, when I heard MiniWarrior scream and begin banging things upstairs.
I paused my game and lumbered back upstairs to see what the hubbub was about.
"He's eating my grasshopper!" MiniWarrior sobbed, pointing an accusatory finger at his Habitat.
"Huh? Who?"
"The Preying Mantis is eating my grasshopper!"
"No. Really? Maybe he's just hugging him?
"NO! He's eating him! Make him stop!"
I hunkered down and peered into the Habitat.
Mr. Mantis was laying on his side in the leaves and had his arms wrapped around a flayling upside down grasshopper...and was happily noshing on his head.
"Ewwwww! He is eating him!"
"M...m...make him stop!"
"I can't, Hun. He's obviously been starving in your Habitat and needs to eat."
"Yes but not my grasshopper!"
"Well...apparently Preying Mantis' eat grasshoppers."
I spent the next hour explaining to MiniWarrior about nature and how things worked.
He calmed down once he understood that the Preying Mantis would get bigger and even more gruesome if we allowed him to eat a grasshopper now and then...
The little boy "ew=cool" gene kicked in and all was well in the bug infested household.
I'm (still) totally creeped out over that creature happily munching on the twitching grasshoppers head...
But MiniWarriors happy.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
MiniWarrior~ism
MiniWarrior is consumed with his bug and rubber snake collection.
He spends many hours chanting questions at me. Yes. Chanting.
He starts at the top of his mental list and runs down it, grilling me with single minded ruthlessness that would make a KGB agent quail.
How big is a preying mantis?
This big?
Or this big?
How big do grasshoppers get?
What do grasshoppers eat?
Do you like grasshoppers?
What color of grasshoppers do you like?
Brown or green?
How come you like the green ones?
...
Once the bug list/grilling is through he slides open the snake list.
Sifting through his basket of rubber snakes he holds up his favorite brown one.
Is this a rattlesnake?
Mm hmm. Could be.
Or is it a grass snake?
Mmm hmm. Could be.
Is it a Cobra?
Mmm hmm. Could be.
How about an Anaconda?
Mmm hmm. Could be.
Is it a Trouser snake?
Mm hmm. Could be.
Wait.
Huh?!
MiniWarrior held his finger on his mental list and waited patiently for me to answer.
Uh...
I thumbed through the mental Mom handbook. crap crap crap! There's no chapter for Trouser snakes! Uh...think think...he's too young to tell him what that means...um crap...if I don't tell him he's gonna ask his teacher...crap!
Mom? Is it a Trouter snake?
Trouter snake?
Yeah. Trouter snake.
Uh..
Mmm Hmm. Could be...
Is it a Boa Snake?
Mm Hmm. Could be.
Is it a Gardner Snake?
Mm Hmm. Could be.
...
He spends many hours chanting questions at me. Yes. Chanting.
He starts at the top of his mental list and runs down it, grilling me with single minded ruthlessness that would make a KGB agent quail.
How big is a preying mantis?
This big?
Or this big?
How big do grasshoppers get?
What do grasshoppers eat?
Do you like grasshoppers?
What color of grasshoppers do you like?
Brown or green?
How come you like the green ones?
...
Once the bug list/grilling is through he slides open the snake list.
Sifting through his basket of rubber snakes he holds up his favorite brown one.
Is this a rattlesnake?
Mm hmm. Could be.
Or is it a grass snake?
Mmm hmm. Could be.
Is it a Cobra?
Mmm hmm. Could be.
How about an Anaconda?
Mmm hmm. Could be.
Is it a Trouser snake?
Mm hmm. Could be.
Wait.
Huh?!
MiniWarrior held his finger on his mental list and waited patiently for me to answer.
Uh...
I thumbed through the mental Mom handbook. crap crap crap! There's no chapter for Trouser snakes! Uh...think think...he's too young to tell him what that means...um crap...if I don't tell him he's gonna ask his teacher...crap!
Mom? Is it a Trouter snake?
Trouter snake?
Yeah. Trouter snake.
Uh..
Mmm Hmm. Could be...
Is it a Boa Snake?
Mm Hmm. Could be.
Is it a Gardner Snake?
Mm Hmm. Could be.
...
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
MiniWarrior Goodness
I traded shifts with a coworker today so I could be there when MiniWarrior got on the school bus for his first day of 4th grade.
*happy sigh*
I showed up at his Dad's house armed with a hairbrush and hairspray, ready to tackle the 9yr old miniwarrior hair.
While I was brushing his hair I leaned in and kissed him on his cheek.
"I have a Mom smooch!" He said clutching a hand to his cheek and flashing me a happy toothy grin.
"I'm so glad you are here, Momma." He said with a deep sigh.
"I wouldn't have missed this for the world, MiniWarrior. Momma wanted so bad to be here to see you go to your first day of 4th grade! You're getting so big."
"Yeah, I'm big alright. Almost as big as you, Momma!"
And he is. His head comes to my shoulder now. By the time he takes his first steps into 5th grade next year he will probably match me in height.
The school bus came and his stepsister and brother clambered on. MiniWarrior whirled around and came back to me.
"One more hug and kiss, Mom."
I wrapped him up and kissed him then shoo'd him onto the bus.
He climbed the bus steps then disappeared into the shadows of the bus.
As the bus pulled away I saw him wave and blow a kiss.
I caught his kiss, waved and blew a kiss back.
The bus pulled away with a grind of gears and a groan of its ancient engine.
Another school year has begun.
*happy sigh*
I showed up at his Dad's house armed with a hairbrush and hairspray, ready to tackle the 9yr old miniwarrior hair.
While I was brushing his hair I leaned in and kissed him on his cheek.
"I have a Mom smooch!" He said clutching a hand to his cheek and flashing me a happy toothy grin.
"I'm so glad you are here, Momma." He said with a deep sigh.
"I wouldn't have missed this for the world, MiniWarrior. Momma wanted so bad to be here to see you go to your first day of 4th grade! You're getting so big."
"Yeah, I'm big alright. Almost as big as you, Momma!"
And he is. His head comes to my shoulder now. By the time he takes his first steps into 5th grade next year he will probably match me in height.
The school bus came and his stepsister and brother clambered on. MiniWarrior whirled around and came back to me.
"One more hug and kiss, Mom."
I wrapped him up and kissed him then shoo'd him onto the bus.
He climbed the bus steps then disappeared into the shadows of the bus.
As the bus pulled away I saw him wave and blow a kiss.
I caught his kiss, waved and blew a kiss back.
The bus pulled away with a grind of gears and a groan of its ancient engine.
Another school year has begun.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Oh FINE! Here's my Tag Homework. *grumble*
Dear Bob-a-roo,
Thank you ever so much for giving me TAG homework to do over the HOLIDAY weekend!
Your friend forever and ever,
Kat
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THE RULES OF THE TAG ARE:
Each person posts the rules before their list, then list 8 new things about themselves.
At the end of the post, that person tags 8 other people, or more letting them
know that they have been tagged, and to come and read the post,
so they know what they have to do.
#1 I'm a rule breaker.
#2 I hate rules.
#3 I hate homework as much as I hate rules.
#4 I never did homework 'cept in college.
#5 That's only cuz I wanted to make money after I graduated.
#6 I'm lazy
#7 *grin*
#8 I've just completed this tag homework without actually doing it.
hehehehe.
*blows kisses in Bob-a-roo's direction* and
Doesn't tag anyone else.
Whattttt...didn't you just read my list?? I'm a rule breaker!
*dusts my hands and waits for my A*
Thank you ever so much for giving me TAG homework to do over the HOLIDAY weekend!
Your friend forever and ever,
Kat
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THE RULES OF THE TAG ARE:
Each person posts the rules before their list, then list 8 new things about themselves.
At the end of the post, that person tags 8 other people, or more letting them
know that they have been tagged, and to come and read the post,
so they know what they have to do.
#1 I'm a rule breaker.
#2 I hate rules.
#3 I hate homework as much as I hate rules.
#4 I never did homework 'cept in college.
#5 That's only cuz I wanted to make money after I graduated.
#6 I'm lazy
#7 *grin*
#8 I've just completed this tag homework without actually doing it.
hehehehe.
*blows kisses in Bob-a-roo's direction* and
Doesn't tag anyone else.
Whattttt...didn't you just read my list?? I'm a rule breaker!
*dusts my hands and waits for my A*
Oh Yeahhhhh
According to the Superheroine Quiz from Jadey's site I am:
Buffy The Vampire Slayer.
Ssssssssweet!
Buffy The Vampire Slayer.
Ssssssssweet!
| You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer |
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Saturday, September 01, 2007
New Life In Blogland
We have a new life in Blogland.
Go see her HERE !
She's adorable.
Congratulations Mrs. X and family! :D
Go see her HERE !
She's adorable.
Congratulations Mrs. X and family! :D
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