Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Come to think of it, the back side of the bloom on my closet plant looks like a big old scrotum.

Egads, why am I up so late?

Last night around 8:30 PM there was a huge whooshing noise outside. I rushed out the door to see what was going on. It sounded like a plane was landing on our house. Since we’re just a couple of miles from the Capitol, I freaked out, waiting for impact. There was none, but it sounded like the plane banked sharply and flew off. I couldn’t see anything because of the thick trees in our yard. It turns out that a B1-B bomber was showing off for the crowd at the park. Will we ever think of loud plane noises the same way again?

My closet plant is blooming for the first time in almost 3 years. My aunt sent it to us when my first daughter was born. It had a bloom on it then, but I couldn’t coax it to bloom again. I think it’s finally happy. I’m shocked, since I have a tendency to kill plants. The bloom smells very nice. Almost like deoderant.

Baby breath has to be the best smell in the world. C.’s breath smells like flowers and peaches. Poor little girl is teething and/or getting sick and she was so grouchy today. She will eat anything you give her, a pleasant departure from J., who is an extremely picky eater and has a habit of squirreling away food in her cheek when she doesn’t want to swallow it. She will ask to spit it out a couple of hours later. Try this with eggs sometime.

After a couple of days worth of sleep, I feel a bit back to normal. Normal’s such a subjective word. I feel a bit guilty that I haven’t been updating very much lately, but I don’t recall the last time I had so little to say.

One of the streets that we front has a fantastic view of the downtown fireworks. All we have to do is walk about a block up the hill and turn around to get a panorama view. You can hear the booms from inside the house, even. We had forgotten that they were going to do fireworks back when Lance Armstrong won the Tour de France again, and were sitting in the living room when they started going off. We couldn’t figure out what the noise was.

Read this. It’s what today is all about.

M. and D. left a little while ago with their brood. We had a really nice time visiting with them but oh. my. gosh. I am so exhausted.

Today was such a miserable day outside that I wanted to curl up in bed with a nice book and just spend all day not moving. I did take a nap with the 2 year old, which would have been funner if she were at all cuddly.

I think I’m going to play Neverwinter Nights until the kids go to bed, then crash hard.

I’m stuffed.

M. and D. came to spend the night with their kids, and we cooked fajitas and hot fudge pudding cake. The kids had a great time romping all over the house and watching Wizard of Oz, and much merriment was had by all except for the 9 month old who crawled up on the couch while nobody was watching and then launched herself off. Now she has yet another bruise on her forehead.

Friday Five! Better late than never…

When was the last time you…

1. …sent a handwritten letter? A few months ago to my cousin’s wife. It was a sympathy note after her father had been killed in an accident.

2. …baked something from scratch or made something by hand? Hot fudge pudding cake! mmmmmmm….

3. …camped in a tent? I don’t think I’ve ever camped in a tent, but the last time I went camping was, well, at camp, wayyyyyyy back in 1987. Why camp when you can sleep in air conditioned spendor, is what I say.

4. …volunteered your time to church, school, or community? Hmm… I think the last volunteer work I did was ushering at a few plays around 1995. I am considering applying for La Leche League leader, though.

5. …helped a stranger? Last thing I actively remember is giving my lower numbered ticket to some guy at the post office when I got tired of standing in line.

I looked up to the sky and saw a satellite that I had desperately been searching for. I knew it was the right one because it was shaped like a Tie Fighter. As I watched in horror, it crashed into several other satellites and dragged them out of orbit. Nobody else could see them, although thousands were looking. The old lady on the sidewalk thought she saw something, but wasn’t sure. I could see Venus and Jupiter but everyone else just saw blank sky.

And nobody believed me about the crash. I was reviled by the world for being a fear-monger. Depressed, I went to play Scrabble with an ex-boyfriend and a girl I went to school with. They were just awful to me, nasty, vicious, cruel. They wouldn’t even let me pick my own Scrabble letters.

I had a nightmare last night that I was part of the Capone gang. We had gone to a safe house to try to hide from the feds but I got a bad feeling about it and insisted that we get out of there. I had to round up all the cats and the dog into the carriers so we could go. Al Capone said he’d go out first to check out the situation. They shot him.

We had been on the lam because we had firebombed someone’s house with bricks covered in jellied gasoline.