Hark! What's this?

What's that? What's that you say? Oh, you say, "You suck!" Yes, my friends. Yes, I know. I know I suck. I feel like the well ran dry there for awhile. I physically couldn't type anything at all. I wrote about my alarm clock and it must have bored even me so badly that I broke my writing bone. I would sit in front of the computer and bring up a new post and the only things that would come to mind would be inane stuff like how much I wish we had a dog for the sole purpose of cleaning up under Amelia's highchair. Man that kid is a messy eater and I hate sweeping and mopping.

But I digress. Since my fallow period began, several very important things have happened:

A. I applied for a job. I didn't want to go back to work quite yet, but this is a job in my field and I'd really love to actually use that expensive degree of mine. If I don't get it, well that's all good too, then I don't have any regrets about not applying and Amelia gets to stay home a little longer. So either way, I'm happy. But cross your fingers for me anyhow, OK?

B. That's really the only thing I can think of.

C. See how much you missed? Nothing.

D. Here's an old picture from Easter to get you off my back.


 

The power of shame

Apparently electronics have feelings. All it took was a good public shaming to get my clock back into shape. After my post yesterday, I decided to give it one more shot and plugged it back in. It started flashing obedient little twelves at me and allowed me to reset it. (Andre warned me that it would probably cause a fire, but I'm not sure how that would happen. The clock shooting angry retaliatory lasers perhaps?) Anyhow, I'm now back on track to try to beat Andre at the clock-keeping competition he seems to think we're involved in. I wasn't even aware of it before this incident, but now that I know I'm totally going to win.

Just in case the clock does rise up and rebel over my mistreatment, Andre purchased this book and I plan to commit it to memory.

L:30

That's what time it is on my bedside clock. L thirty. It's permanently L thirty now because I seem to have spilled a giant glass of water on it. I've done this in the past to other clocks and quickly unplugged them and let them dry out for a few days and then plugged them back in and they started working again. Apparently these new fangled clocks are weaker than that and can't stand a little water dumped in their innards.

You'll all be pleased to know that Andre had his last clock for 18 years and only had to get rid of it when it stopped because it had apparently reached the end of it's natural life expectancy. I, on the other hand, have gone through maybe 3 clocks in as many years. I know that you all are feeling the shame that I must be feeling right now. It's a hard, cold feeling to know you have been outclocked by your spouse.

Spring Break

I've been missing in action for the past week and a half because of the damned school's insistence on having a spring break. They're pre-schoolers for cry-eye. They go to school a grand total of seven and a half hours each week. I don't exactly see their little fingers getting calloused and their backs becoming hunched from the strain. Perhaps it's the teachers that need a break you might be thinking to yourself. To which I say, Bah! And nothing else because I don't really have a retort for that.

I think I did a little jig when I dropped Fiona off this morning. A very small one, but I'm pretty sure it was a jig. A break from the child who must be the absolute center of everyone's attention at all times is blessed, blessed relief. I mean, I love her and adore her and she is the best and most fabulous four and a half year old ever invented, but even I have a breaking point. We did have a fun week though, we spent time on the beach, we went to the zoo, we visited my mom at her work, we played outside. We even had sunshine for most of it. If we hadn't, I would have known that Satan does indeed walk the earth.

Now let's talk about how adorably cute Amelia is. She has a fondness for carrying our DVD cases around the family room. It drives Andre up a wall, but until we find a cabinet with doors, it's pretty much a given that it's going to happen. Anyhow, she just toddled over carrying a DVD with a big grin on her face. She had the case cradled in one arm and she looked up at me and then gave the case a gentle baby kiss and started giggling. I looked at the case and it was Gone with the Wind. The front has Rhett Butler dipping Scarlet back and going in for a big smooch. Amelia wanted in on the action, I guess. We had a very nice time taking turns giving Rhett and Scarlet kisses after that. Man, I love this baby.