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I can't believe I did the whoooooole thing.

(You did, Donna, you did.)

I can't believe I did the whooooooooole thing!

Somewhere about Wednesday of last week, it became plain as plain thing that I wasn't going to get Mom (or my niece and grand-nephew) out for Easter.

Somewhere about Friday, I got a call from BIL - Mom got back bloodwork that had been Bad. And there was now a plan for that branch of the family to go out Sunday. Okay. Watch me dance the Riverdance, do multiple calculations in my head while directing cats in heavy traffic. Naked.

Saturday, I basically got up and grabbed the bullwhip. Folks, get your breakfasts done - I have a list that has to get done by noon or else.

Well, the call came in to meet up at Mom's before the shopping at Target, so the idea of redressing us all in Easter Clothes got scrapped - don't need that, we're not staying long enough for anyone to know what we have on. ^^

But the eggs MUST get colored, the ancillary shopping MUST get done, the lunch MUST be eaten and so on.

I had my walkthrough of the new venue for the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books (say that three times fast, try writing it over and over again) at USC at 2:00 PM SHARP.

Well, the boys went down for naps and the decision was made NOT to try the Exposition Park museums while I was touring. Jim is still coming off a bad barking cough bug and kid was just as happy to be home on top of him.

But Sunday? Hold onto your ass, Fred.

3:00 AM - I wake up for no particular reason, but when I fall back asleep have the most lucid dreams I can recall in a long time, involving my mother's death, driving airport shuttle again by accident (and trying to figure out how to return the van without getting caught) and running into many ex-coworkers when I try. Also, I still only cry in my dreams. Special.
5:30 AM - The household wakes. Bringing small child back to bed with us for a snuggle, I try to decide who is going to get out of bed, hide the eggs and make it back without tipping off small child. While boys are working out the intricacies of Pokemon Black, I make my move. Bringing back the empty egg cartons, I claim the Easter Bunny has ransacked my refrigerator and the eggs are all OVER the backyard! Egg hunt ensues, he finds them all and much fun is had. This is followed up with a proper breakfast made from the eggy booty. (He gets two of them, peeled and halved - Mom and Dad get creamed eggs on toast.)
9:30 - we are in church, having run to the market to get flowers, cupcakes and cookies first. Egg hunt #2 right after services. Resurrection story described with flowers and butterflies - WIN. (Kid plays plants vs. zombies all the way through sermon, paster in full knowledge of same and grinning. WIN TWICE.)
10:45 - On our way to get to Sis' house for a 11:30 departure to Hemet. We make it.
1:00 Arrive in Hemet, watching everybody else arrive within five minutes of each other. We are GOOD, people. Party, party, party, party - EAT - visit, repeat. Make Mom's day and I get to see the lab results and exhale. I am promptly curbed by Sis because we all know my experience with these types of things is very skewed because I've buried a husband who had them all first. (Short answer - they're not perfect, but not out of line for someone 87 years old with one kidney on four BIG GUN antibiotics the last two weeks. Stay tuned.) Egg hunt #3 a total success.
4:30ish - Everyone packs up and goes home, decision made to have dinner back in town with Sis and her crew because they are overnighting at LAX in poshy hotel digs to take kid to airport at OHDAMNITSEARLY for flight to Hawaii with ROTC. We decide on place while enroute home via text messages, me using both smart phones to make it happen. Smug.
6:00 - Arrive home. Kid has slept most of the way home. Get out, unkink and make sure house has not burned down. Cats shocked.
6:30 - Back in car, off to dinner. Num, num dinner. NUM. BEER!
8:00 - Back home, kid and fella into pajamas, tucked into bed. They crashed like loggy log things.
8:45 - I climb in after locking and checking house over. Clean up iPod.
9:30 - Call Rey and update.
9:45 - Tuck in with DS and Pokemon - kick Final Four, N and N's Dad's BOOTY. Watch credits roll.
10:15 - Save game, turn off and sleep like dead.

I am also now convinced you can't ruin a kid's appetite with Easter candy. My kid was not curbed from anything and he ate EVERYTHING I could have asked for.

This morning, we all got the shower, out the door on time, forgetting nothing and I actually got to my desk at my preferred hour. Shocked, I tell you.

Reset button - appears to exist after all.

I can't believe I did the whoooooole thing.

(You did, Donna, you did.)

I can't believe I did the whooooooooole thing!

Somewhere about Wednesday of last week, it became plain as plain thing that I wasn't going to get Mom (or my niece and grand-nephew) out for Easter.

Somewhere about Friday, I got a call from BIL - Mom got back bloodwork that had been Bad. And there was now a plan for that branch of the family to go out Sunday. Okay. Watch me dance the Riverdance, do multiple calculations in my head while directing cats in heavy traffic. Naked.

Saturday, I basically got up and grabbed the bullwhip. Folks, get your breakfasts done - I have a list that has to get done by noon or else.

Well, the call came in to meet up at Mom's before the shopping at Target, so the idea of redressing us all in Easter Clothes got scrapped - don't need that, we're not staying long enough for anyone to know what we have on. ^^

But the eggs MUST get colored, the ancillary shopping MUST get done, the lunch MUST be eaten and so on.

I had my walkthrough of the new venue for the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books (say that three times fast, try writing it over and over again) at USC at 2:00 PM SHARP.

Well, the boys went down for naps and the decision was made NOT to try the Exposition Park museums while I was touring. Jim is still coming off a bad barking cough bug and kid was just as happy to be home on top of him.

But Sunday? Hold onto your ass, Fred.

3:00 AM - I wake up for no particular reason, but when I fall back asleep have the most lucid dreams I can recall in a long time, involving my mother's death, driving airport shuttle again by accident (and trying to figure out how to return the van without getting caught) and running into many ex-coworkers when I try. Also, I still only cry in my dreams. Special.
5:30 AM - The household wakes. Bringing small child back to bed with us for a snuggle, I try to decide who is going to get out of bed, hide the eggs and make it back without tipping off small child. While boys are working out the intricacies of Pokemon Black, I make my move. Bringing back the empty egg cartons, I claim the Easter Bunny has ransacked my refrigerator and the eggs are all OVER the backyard! Egg hunt ensues, he finds them all and much fun is had. This is followed up with a proper breakfast made from the eggy booty. (He gets two of them, peeled and halved - Mom and Dad get creamed eggs on toast.)
9:30 - we are in church, having run to the market to get flowers, cupcakes and cookies first. Egg hunt #2 right after services. Resurrection story described with flowers and butterflies - WIN. (Kid plays plants vs. zombies all the way through sermon, paster in full knowledge of same and grinning. WIN TWICE.)
10:45 - On our way to get to Sis' house for a 11:30 departure to Hemet. We make it.
1:00 Arrive in Hemet, watching everybody else arrive within five minutes of each other. We are GOOD, people. Party, party, party, party - EAT - visit, repeat. Make Mom's day and I get to see the lab results and exhale. I am promptly curbed by Sis because we all know my experience with these types of things is very skewed because I've buried a husband who had them all first. (Short answer - they're not perfect, but not out of line for someone 87 years old with one kidney on four BIG GUN antibiotics the last two weeks. Stay tuned.) Egg hunt #3 a total success.
4:30ish - Everyone packs up and goes home, decision made to have dinner back in town with Sis and her crew because they are overnighting at LAX in poshy hotel digs to take kid to airport at OHDAMNITSEARLY for flight to Hawaii with ROTC. We decide on place while enroute home via text messages, me using both smart phones to make it happen. Smug.
6:00 - Arrive home. Kid has slept most of the way home. Get out, unkink and make sure house has not burned down. Cats shocked.
6:30 - Back in car, off to dinner. Num, num dinner. NUM. BEER!
8:00 - Back home, kid and fella into pajamas, tucked into bed. They crashed like loggy log things.
8:45 - I climb in after locking and checking house over. Clean up iPod.
9:30 - Call Rey and update.
9:45 - Tuck in with DS and Pokemon - kick Final Four, N and N's Dad's BOOTY. Watch credits roll.
10:15 - Save game, turn off and sleep like dead.

I am also now convinced you can't ruin a kid's appetite with Easter candy. My kid was not curbed from anything and he ate EVERYTHING I could have asked for.

This morning, we all got the shower, out the door on time, forgetting nothing and I actually got to my desk at my preferred hour. Shocked, I tell you.

Reset button - appears to exist after all.

I tried out TrustFlow II for LiveJournal. The following people not on the friends list for kyburg are close by:

• doesnotequal, iharthdarth (950 - 1000)
• deadaerith (1000 - 1050)
• rumaki75 (1400 - 1450)

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TrustFlow II: Who is closest to your friends list?

Yo. Do I need more reasons to add people to the FL? Holy chrome.

Also - just a reminder - Friday, Saturday and Sunday? The boy is at Disneyland. Saturday morning? I get to join him, beginning with breakfast at Goofy's Kitchen (gotta go call in that reservation, shit) for breakfast. Come one, come all, come often. There's a lunch plan forming for Sunday at Benihana in Anaheim (it's tradition, shush).

Your Thursday, now in progress.