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It's one of those days of being too little butter over too much bread. You know the feeling?

Hooray for Friday, that wonderful 'keep on keeping on going' day! I get to keep driving legally, receive phone calls placed to me and stuff like that. Groceries! Yay!

Today was a return trip to Pann's Restaurant near work - the site of the now infamous 'chocolate ice-cream story' that was last visited about this time last year.

What a difference. Chicken and waffles, and kid ate more of our food than the kid's meal of chicken nuggets and french fries, which is ALL he would eat the last time we were there. And we had to trick him into trying the chocolate ice cream, which he seemed certain was Something Not Ice Cream And Truly Nasty.

Scrambled eggs, chicken chicken, waffles...Jim and I kind of looked at each other a couple of times and nearly started crying. If we could have skipped that part, oh baby - there are so many good reasons for that wish, I can't tell you. Maybe someday it'll be funny. That day isn't here yet.

Go Home also broke me again this week - here, misery wants company (pull down 'Smells Like Rockin' Robin). I made the command decision to load some mashups into my Sims 2 game into the neighborhood radio station folder. So now, when I load a lot? At random I can hear this gem - and some others - while I waitwaitwait for stuff to happen. Sims 2 - you don't have to be a wirehead, but it helps - just had to do some back-end maintenance on my game last night, and I'm still shaking my head a little. Pong was never like this.

Got some really neat things to try out this weekend - anyone want to come along?

It's one of those days of being too little butter over too much bread. You know the feeling?

Hooray for Friday, that wonderful 'keep on keeping on going' day! I get to keep driving legally, receive phone calls placed to me and stuff like that. Groceries! Yay!

Today was a return trip to Pann's Restaurant near work - the site of the now infamous 'chocolate ice-cream story' that was last visited about this time last year.

What a difference. Chicken and waffles, and kid ate more of our food than the kid's meal of chicken nuggets and french fries, which is ALL he would eat the last time we were there. And we had to trick him into trying the chocolate ice cream, which he seemed certain was Something Not Ice Cream And Truly Nasty.

Scrambled eggs, chicken chicken, waffles...Jim and I kind of looked at each other a couple of times and nearly started crying. If we could have skipped that part, oh baby - there are so many good reasons for that wish, I can't tell you. Maybe someday it'll be funny. That day isn't here yet.

Go Home also broke me again this week - here, misery wants company (pull down 'Smells Like Rockin' Robin). I made the command decision to load some mashups into my Sims 2 game into the neighborhood radio station folder. So now, when I load a lot? At random I can hear this gem - and some others - while I waitwaitwait for stuff to happen. Sims 2 - you don't have to be a wirehead, but it helps - just had to do some back-end maintenance on my game last night, and I'm still shaking my head a little. Pong was never like this.

Got some really neat things to try out this weekend - anyone want to come along?

Better night last night. I think there is a strong desire to stay awake as long as possible. Hey, he's essentially five. Big surprise. But this fracas with the tears and tantruming is a regression, somewhat. (At least it's not the taunting we got earlier this week. That was special.) Better. But. Yeah, I'm paying attention - but not too much attention, y'understand. The right kind of attention. Whatever.

Jim spent some extra time the other night telling him a fairy tale - Little Red Riding Hood, I do believe. With some mods, of course. Um, the wolf never ate anyone and Granny was packing a baseball bat. That's a hint.

Again...no surprise...kid wants another story last night. And Jim is nursing a *nasty* migraine (what is with migraines this week - everyone who gets them has gotten them this week in particular) so he's out for the count.

Fine. Three Little Pigs. I quickly run through the parts (straw, sticks, bricks, right) and quickly find the traditional tale very dull. So I took some liberties. BTW, the wolf ate stupid pigs. Every time. Stupid pigs watching television when they should have been paying attention to that nasty wolf outside. Yanno.

But ending went something like this:

BAM BAM BAM! "WhooOOOooo is it?"

"What? It's the wolf! Lemme in."

"No way!"

"Aw, come on!"

"NO."

Okay, okay, he huffs and puffs and blows the door in. Once, twice, three times he tries! NOTHING. That brick house didn't budge at all - and that little pig? He just sat there watching the Super Bowl and if I went over there to check, he's probably still sitting there still!

The wolf? Ordered take-out.

Tucked him back in, smooches and went to go check on Jim. Very soon I hear the dulcet tones of demand. "MOMMEEE I WANNA ANOTHER STOREEEEEE!"

"Honey, I completely understand. But no. Nite nite!" This is greeted with wails of indignation, but no is no. He may get another smoochie or a snuggle and I will definitely go check on him...but bedtime is bedtime and that means you're going to sleep, no buts about it.

I couldn't help but think about seanan_mcguire's plaint the other day about how 'people who got the ARC clamor for when's the next one out' before this one's actually, you know - OUT.'

It start young, dear. It starts young.

And of course, another story is promised for tonight.

In other news, addition is nailed. I'm starting on subtraction now.

Whoops, don't spill it.

I actually thought we'd be skipping the anniversary-related anxiety this year with the kid. No such luck. Last night we had a kid afraid of his own bed, tearful and anxious who needed a lot of rechecks before falling asleep last night.

Maybe I'll find out about that party his foster family held the day before he was given to us. I sure hope so. My kid *loves* parties - but the actual reality of his own appears to trigger some pretty awful stuff.

We checked under the bed together (and bonus points, found a kitty there), did a lot of reassuring...but at the same time, balancing that out with 'not too much, that's the wrong message to send there' - you just don't win here. So help me, I find the person who explained zombies to my kid, I keel them. Don't worry baby - the kitty will get them!

Swear to God.

This is the point in the planning where I start making lists for each day - and each day is different, and the critical levels of getting those things done THAT DAY rises exponentially.

Today, I get more crap out of my house and to the storage unit. So help me.

Whoops, don't spill it.

I actually thought we'd be skipping the anniversary-related anxiety this year with the kid. No such luck. Last night we had a kid afraid of his own bed, tearful and anxious who needed a lot of rechecks before falling asleep last night.

Maybe I'll find out about that party his foster family held the day before he was given to us. I sure hope so. My kid *loves* parties - but the actual reality of his own appears to trigger some pretty awful stuff.

We checked under the bed together (and bonus points, found a kitty there), did a lot of reassuring...but at the same time, balancing that out with 'not too much, that's the wrong message to send there' - you just don't win here. So help me, I find the person who explained zombies to my kid, I keel them. Don't worry baby - the kitty will get them!

Swear to God.

This is the point in the planning where I start making lists for each day - and each day is different, and the critical levels of getting those things done THAT DAY rises exponentially.

Today, I get more crap out of my house and to the storage unit. So help me.

Have you seen this girl?

Her family hasn't seen her since 7/30 and they're very worried.

And pass it on -

Gosh, I have really GREAT friends. Thanks, y'all. As soon as I can, I'll be taking the cash in to school (and let everyone know who to thank).

You. Rock.

Thanks again.

Gosh, I have really GREAT friends. Thanks, y'all. As soon as I can, I'll be taking the cash in to school (and let everyone know who to thank).

You. Rock.

Thanks again.

Just in case you didn't hear me?

In the last month, I have heard stuff that is still curling my fingernails backwards. None of it directed at me, or happening to me, or anything like that - but.

Big stuff. Deaths. Seriously long-term, forever and a day relationships going PFFFT. Stuff that makes the now routine job losses look tame.

I am so sorry.

And this has been coming in multiples, people. Not just one or two.

I'd be stone drunk if every one had gotten their turn at the bar. Seriously.

I am so sorry. (Please God, do not let me get numb to this. Each one is terrible in its own right and deserving of notice and attention.)

I have some spoons here, not a lot of them, but I do have some. And I do answer the phone. If you need me, all you have to do is say something.

No, no details - to spare the parties involved. They're getting enough attention as it is, and they don't need more of what they didn't want in the first place.

I am so sorry.

And I am hugging my kitties, mah boys and myself as hard as I can.

When something is in a good state or condition, it was 9% of your day. But let it go into an unhappy or stressed condition or state - it suddenly becomes 90% of your day.

I can vouch for that. No, the reasons aren't all that important and I like y'all too much to say.

Friday can't get here soon enough. That's pretty sad, considering I get pissy when something doesn't OCD its way into place fast enough to suit me right now. Routines at night? Is that nightlight in the right place? Do you have the show queued up? Books ready? Water bottle filled up...go!

Hour by hour. But now, it's working. Somehow, in the time passing, the message is getting through that bedtime is not time for us to leave you in the dark and go do Fun Things without you, but to rest and go to sleep. Yes, there is still finagling and amazing feats of stalling, but the yackity smack is stopping.

I've made birthday party invitations. I'm sending them to school tomorrow, and mailing the balance Friday. All hail Publisher, which makes me look AWESOME for free.

Kid asked for both of us to pick him up at preschool tonight. I'm a little flattered, but when I agreed to it - he just lit up like a box of fireworks. Yikes. All of a sudden I have the kid who doesn't want me to leave him in the mornings, just like the other parents. Looks forward to seeing me at night. This is a relief in places nothing else reaches, lemme tellya.

So now I have time and mental space to process the stuff that's been waiting for me in the queue. Namely, my past coming back to visit and do I really want to pick any part of that back up again? Could I? Successfully, I mean.

It's not the mean stuff I'm worried about. It's 'people the leaving again without telling me why stuff' that wrecks me. They're not anything. They're just gone. *sighs*

And of course, there are all of the things you'd love to share - but can't because they aren't here anymore. While I am grateful as hell for these - things - I am having a good dose of survivors guilt because I have a brain and it works very well. My memory, let me show you it.

I'd like to win the lottery. I'd like to have a second calendar parallel to my own that would allow me to jump onto its track for a day or so at a time without impacting the one I MUST do. (The parallel one has hot tubs, wine and long naps on it.)

I'm looking forward to having writing time instead of turning on the DS which loads in five seconds and playing Pokemon to wind down at night. BTW, I *hate* zubats and tentcools. LOATHE.

And movie industry? I can't afford 3D movies, okay? 2D is just fine for my eyes and my budget would definitely appreciate it if the major releases came that way, okay? Thanks. *grumbles*

Is it Friday yet?