Well-Mannered Frivolity

Bits and pieces

All last night I was up with puking Katherine and puking Mary Jane. They finally fell asleep at around 3:00 AM and woke up feeling great. I, on the other hand, woke up feeling like crapola. I had a fever, chills, aches and pains, a sore throat. I was certain I had contracted the swine flu. Around 5:30PM  my fever broke, however, and other than feeling a little dizzy and light headed, I feel fine. Notice I started feeling better just in time to cook dinner.

My girls were really a great help to me. Lila helped out by keeping the boys entertained mostly in the backyard. Mary Jane pitched in and did the housework, including washing and hanging two loads of laundry on the line. Katherine took advantage of the fact that everyone was otherwise occupied and made me watch the Science channel. One show she made me watch was called Master of the Universe. I was hoping it was about He Man. No dice. It was about Stephen Hawking. It should have been titled 'Things Only Katherine and Stephen Hawking Understand." She started trying to have an intelligent conversation with me involving phrases like "string theory" and "11th dimension".  It was a futile attempt on her part.

Yesterday we went to the library for a Captain Underpants extravaganza. It was for grades 1-5, but Katherine decided to tag along anyway. Let me tell you, that girl knows her CU trivia. She's so well-rounded: Captain Underpants and quantum physics. I gotta get that girl on Jeopardy.

Wendy

You may call it green living

I call it being a cheapskate.

It all started with a broken dryer at the beginning of the month. Our HOA doesn't allow us to have clotheslines in our yards. Lucky for us we have a huge screened in back porch, so I installed two retractable clotheslines on it. I figured we would be saving on our electric bill, especially since I average two loads per day. Well, I decided to see just how much I could save. I started washing all our clothes with cold water instead of warm. Then I turned up the thermostat 3 degrees. Next I started being more aware about turning off lights when we leave rooms. The moral of this story? Our electric bill was $50.00 cheaper this month. And lest you think that was caused by the lower fall temps you can just perish that thought. It was 90 degrees today.

Peace,

Wendy

On the no complaining front--I had to switch my bracelet (hairband) twice today--Once for complaining about how hot it was, and once for saying 'crap'. Bill and Katherine tried to make me complain by saying mean things about my favorite wrestler, Edge, during Friday Night Smackdown, but I didn't take their bait. 

Need a laugh?

Do yourself a favor and go to Stupid Essays.  I think they are intentionally badly written. If that is the case then the essays are brilliant.

<3

Wendy

Who would you pick.....

...Kevin, Joe or Nick? 

I took Mary Jane and Lila to see The Jonas Brothers Movie at the library today. Let's just say thank God it was free. 75 minutes of pure, unadulterated JoBros (with short interludes by Taylor Swift and Demi Lovato).

Kevin, as I understand it, is engaged. Nick is quite the lady's man. He has broken the hearts of the aforementioned Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus. Although, sources tell me that he and Miley are back on. Sources chiefly being US Magazine. Yes, I read US Weekly. It's my only one of my weaknesses. Besides, if I didn't read US how would I keep up with the social/love lives of people I've never heard of like Audrina Partridge and Spencer Pratt? (Just for the record, I've never watched a single episode of The Hills. I only watch shows starring pro wrestlers or brooding vampires).

Getting back to the Jonas Brothers (do I have to?)---As I watched the 'movie' I couldn't help but ponder which one was the dreamiest. You know, if I was a 13 year old girl, not a 37 year old perv. I think I would pick Joe. I like Joe's huge eyebrows. Also, you never know what hairstyle Joe is going to go with. Sometimes it's curly, sometimes it's flat ironed. Kevin and Nick always sport the gawd-awful JoBroFro. IMHO, Nick is the worst looking one of the bunch. Plus, he plays the drums like a monkey. I don't understand why all the tweens (man , I hate that word) go for him. Anyway, Joe's name is fun to say. Go ahead, say it--Joe Jonas Joe Jonas--it has a kind of Red Rover type appeal to it.

And, while not overtly talking about them, their purity rings got plenty of air time. I wonder about those rings.

Next week will be much better. The movie is that Return (or is it Escape) to Witch Mountain starring Dwayne Johnson. The Rock, a former wrestler. Now if they will just show a vampire flick......

<3,

Wendy

I've never before been called confident and insightful

Your Blogging Type is Confident and Insightful

You've got a ton of brain power, and you leverage it into brilliant blog. Both creative and logical, you come up with amazing ideas and insights. A total perfectionist, you find yourself revising and rewriting posts a lot of the time. You blog for yourself - and you don't care how popular (or unpopular) your blog is!

What's Your Blogging Personality?

Some of the claims a rather dubious, but the last statement is spot on.  I do blog for myself and I really don't care how unpopular I am.
HT: The Zany and Charming Rachel

Happy happy joy joy

Things that make me happy
1.  We watched Juno last night
2.  Now I know the delightfulness known as Kimya Dawson
    2a.Seriously, the Juno soundtrack is fab
    2b.I'm listening to it right now
3.  My elbow surgery is behind me
4.  And I'm relatively pain free
5.  So I don't need percoset anymore
    5a.Percoset is not supposed to be taken if you are mentally ill
    5b. Oops
6.  Living and learning with my kids
7.  Today we learned how to  compose haiku
8.  Now I can participate in Haiku Monday
9.  Unschooling rocks
10. My husband is mowing the lawn
11. Every one but me is outside
12. Even the cats
13. James just ran in and asked me if I could 'put these cool songs on my iPod'
14. My kids are cool

Thing that make me unhappy
1.  I'm tired of typing/cooking/wiping/reading/living without my effing right hand.

wendy