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Budget is cutting funding for Constellation and that's the end of manned space flight, yadda ya.

Guys. You been looking out the window at all lately?

At least this is HONEST.

And maybe something better will come of it. What has come of it has been upfuckery for a long time now. Very expensive upfuckery.

I said it this weekend in a panel on the 60's - this is the era where Handy Manny is the smart one. A guy who owns his own business and actually knows how to fix shit.

Kid Stuff:

He has outgrown the shoes we was wearing when he met us for the first time. Less than six months. *meeps* That was fast. He's also very attached to them, and I'm not looking forward to taking the little batteries out of them and putting them away. To him, they are simply going to disappear someday - because I don't dare show him where Ft. Knox is. Yanno - the box that has all of the stuff from Taiwan? That box.

That also means he's likely due for new shoes, period. Last time I checked, they're making shoes with even BIGGER lights on them. This is not going to be a problem.

Now - trying to get a little boy to STOP playing once he's put down. He's gotten it firmly in hand that once he's been put to bed, he's free to PLAY as long as he can just so long as he doesn't get out of bed or we can hear him. (I actually tried to get him to fall asleep on Jim this past week - UH. That means I'll fall asleep before playing! NO.) Sitting still long enough to get through a couple of books has become almost impossible - going to try to get through this week on momentum, but I suspect some changes in routine are coming. Like, no television at all after bathtime, only books.

So, you put him down - reiterate threats and salutations - and don't turn on anything that makes a sound.

Then the cat SCREECHES at an interloper outside - and scares the crap out of everyone.

That's when you tell the kid 'that's kitty talk for GO AWAY! MY HOUSE! YOU NO CAN HAS!' Laugh a lot and throw the cat dirty looks. Cat (Rei) just looks up at me and shrugs 'you knew I was cat when you brought me home - feh.' This is my oh so sweet Mama kitty who trills and purrs and sweetly mews at you...plushy soft...and checks on Xander every night while going to bed. (He doesn't care for it much. SCREECHING KITTY WANTS TO EAT MEEEEE - not so much.) We pick up kitty and put next to food. All good. Then she decides it's time to be watch cat. *eyeroll*

And then start all over again with bedtime routines. Oh yeah - just when you get something down, it changes. Very very much so.

Swimming lessons coming right along - he's going to be a real water baby. LOVES it.

We went to IKEA yesterday where he saw the covers that were on his bed! And his nightlight! Boy, that was cool. And Mom got to kill two hours in air conditioning - WIN.

I've got less than a week to the kid's birthday party - so help me, if I don't end up killing anyone by the time it's over, I'm playing hooky the day after. Cake = ordered. Do I have someone to pick it up yet? UH. Do I have someone to go stake out the spot at the park? UH. Do the decorating? Meet the guests when they show up? UH UH UH.

I have my normal routines, plus my mother and all the other things that have to go on. I want it all to be faboo. Of course. AUGH.

It's not like I enjoy telling people what to do, down to blowing their nose...but so far? Hello, driving the bus here by myself. Again.

Celebrity Report:

Jim got to meet Buzz Aldrin at Borders on Saturday. After I spent four hours in line for him, taking the kid home so he could do it unencumbered. I got four hours with my laptop - air conditioned - so not a bad trade. I sure hope Jim blogs about it - from all reports, he's one cool guy.

Coming up - I've scheduled time with Dianne Feinstein in her office Wednesday afternoon to discuss health care. I have absolutely no idea what this is going to be like. Stay tuned.

I still have that ton of Masa Harina from Tommy's birthday party. I should make tortillas.

Kid Stuff:

He has outgrown the shoes we was wearing when he met us for the first time. Less than six months. *meeps* That was fast. He's also very attached to them, and I'm not looking forward to taking the little batteries out of them and putting them away. To him, they are simply going to disappear someday - because I don't dare show him where Ft. Knox is. Yanno - the box that has all of the stuff from Taiwan? That box.

That also means he's likely due for new shoes, period. Last time I checked, they're making shoes with even BIGGER lights on them. This is not going to be a problem.

Now - trying to get a little boy to STOP playing once he's put down. He's gotten it firmly in hand that once he's been put to bed, he's free to PLAY as long as he can just so long as he doesn't get out of bed or we can hear him. (I actually tried to get him to fall asleep on Jim this past week - UH. That means I'll fall asleep before playing! NO.) Sitting still long enough to get through a couple of books has become almost impossible - going to try to get through this week on momentum, but I suspect some changes in routine are coming. Like, no television at all after bathtime, only books.

So, you put him down - reiterate threats and salutations - and don't turn on anything that makes a sound.

Then the cat SCREECHES at an interloper outside - and scares the crap out of everyone.

That's when you tell the kid 'that's kitty talk for GO AWAY! MY HOUSE! YOU NO CAN HAS!' Laugh a lot and throw the cat dirty looks. Cat (Rei) just looks up at me and shrugs 'you knew I was cat when you brought me home - feh.' This is my oh so sweet Mama kitty who trills and purrs and sweetly mews at you...plushy soft...and checks on Xander every night while going to bed. (He doesn't care for it much. SCREECHING KITTY WANTS TO EAT MEEEEE - not so much.) We pick up kitty and put next to food. All good. Then she decides it's time to be watch cat. *eyeroll*

And then start all over again with bedtime routines. Oh yeah - just when you get something down, it changes. Very very much so.

Swimming lessons coming right along - he's going to be a real water baby. LOVES it.

We went to IKEA yesterday where he saw the covers that were on his bed! And his nightlight! Boy, that was cool. And Mom got to kill two hours in air conditioning - WIN.

I've got less than a week to the kid's birthday party - so help me, if I don't end up killing anyone by the time it's over, I'm playing hooky the day after. Cake = ordered. Do I have someone to pick it up yet? UH. Do I have someone to go stake out the spot at the park? UH. Do the decorating? Meet the guests when they show up? UH UH UH.

I have my normal routines, plus my mother and all the other things that have to go on. I want it all to be faboo. Of course. AUGH.

It's not like I enjoy telling people what to do, down to blowing their nose...but so far? Hello, driving the bus here by myself. Again.

Celebrity Report:

Jim got to meet Buzz Aldrin at Borders on Saturday. After I spent four hours in line for him, taking the kid home so he could do it unencumbered. I got four hours with my laptop - air conditioned - so not a bad trade. I sure hope Jim blogs about it - from all reports, he's one cool guy.

Coming up - I've scheduled time with Dianne Feinstein in her office Wednesday afternoon to discuss health care. I have absolutely no idea what this is going to be like. Stay tuned.

I still have that ton of Masa Harina from Tommy's birthday party. I should make tortillas.

I just saw the Space Shuttle fly over work. It just touched down at Edwards AFB.

SO. STOKED.

It just never gets old.

This has been your space cadet moment for the day.