Gift of an Ordinary Day

This is worth the 7 minutes of watching - for all of the moms out there.

Thanks to my Aunt Kit for sending this to me!

Adventure in Writing, Part the Second

When we last left our heroine, she was deciding on a job.  No, not a job - a career path.  Something that would intrigue her mind, challenge her when necessary, and never leave her bored.

Wait, I mentioned she was a mother, right?

Okay, a job besides Conflict Resolution Specialist - aka Mommy Dearest.

I think some kind of crusader would aptly describe our main character.  I think that our main character is a social worker.

At least I hope so.  She might change careers.

So, our social worker has had her first perfectly normal morning. 

Crap.  I need to think more.

An Adventure in Writing

"The Perfect Morning"

I awoke at a reasonable time, around 7:30, to the delicious aroma of coffee.  God bless the man who invented the automated timer - caffeine is the first reason I wake up and roll out from underneath covers.  The second is the morning paper.  I realize it's a bit behind the times, what with the internet and all, but there is something about the feel of a newspaper under your hands that just gets me going.  It might be the crinkle of the paper, the smell of the ink, or possibly the frustration of getting the damn thing to crease right so I can read the article that I want to.  Anyway, I'm a crossword person, but I make myself wait until the end of perusing through the news - it's my reward for keeping up to date. 

After finishing the coffee, finishing the newspaper, completing the crossword (or at least pretending to), a nice muffin would do me.  A second cup is taken to the computer desk, where I check the e-mail, see what my friends are up to over on Facebook, and see what lovely rants Consumerist has for me.  Satisfied catching up on my daily knowledge, I would wake up and feed both children.  Cereal for Vickibug, and milk for Lil Man. While they're eating, I would tidy up the kitchen and put a load in the washing machine.  My husband would wake up and actually eat breakfast for once. 

God, my day is sounding absolutely boring.  Let's assume the house is perfect, everyone's eaten and bathed, and some sanity still resides within me.  Ooh, let's give me a job.  A cool one.  Spy?  Too obvious.  Crap. 

Lil Man is awake again, need to pause this until another time.

Update, then an Adventure

After the update.  Things plod along normally in this household, and we are now truly in the market for a house.  Apartment living is ridiculously expensive right now, and our mortgage would be at least $100 cheaper than our rent right now.  So that's that.

There has been snow:

 

Mmmm, handsome.

Snoop Dog:

 

He was sitting on a car at World of Wheels.

Much food:

 

om nom nom

And, of course, mice:

Awww.....get out. You ain't payin rent.

There's life in a nutshell there.

I've been watching Roseanne reruns, and it got me in the mood to write.  So next will be my experiment in writing, starting with what every mom dreams of: scripting the perfect day. 


After I put Lil Man back to sleep.

Mouse in the House

So, everything's been puttering along per usual in the house.  We've been getting over this stupid stomach virus, and as a result we had to get the carpets cleaned.

 

OMG CLEAN CLEAN!

It's up to you to decide why we had to have the carpets cleaned.  

We have still been battling the mouse

 

A mouse?! Whhaaaaat?!

But we got him today.  Well, if not the one I usually see, at least one of his friends.  Cute little thing, too, he just doesn't belong in the house.  He was laying on the kitchen floor (probably dying from the poison the critter man left out awhile ago), so I scooped him up and put him outside.

 

Awwww.....get out.

 

 

We got our tax refund in, and have thus payed off all our credit cards (the evil things).  Happy dance! 

 

 And we've been Valentine's Day shopping.  Made a day out of it - however, I did mine online so's Husband doesn't know what he's getting.  We did an imprint today of Vicki's hand for her gift.  

 

Mostly, I just wanted to post pictures of the mouse we caught.  Nothing interesting has happened over here otherwise.  

 

So, back to your lives, people.  

Sickness in the house of the Bugs

Been a minute since updates, but we've come down with that stomach flu that's been going around down here.  I had it Friday, Husband caught it yesterday, and we are trying our best not to get the kids infected.

C'mon, who would want this lil guy sick?  He knows he's handsome.

Sadly, Gus-Gus is no longer with us.  Unfortunately, the Man of the House took matters into his own hands - steel mouse trap and a doughnut.  Yep, that got him.   This is after he tried chasing him around with a hammer (imagine that mental image).

 

So here are some ducks to think about instead.

No ridiculous things going on minus the mouse hunt has ended.  Oh, but I am stupidly excited about Lost premiering tomorrow.  I can't wait to see how this goes. 

Well,  I need to get Lil Man off to dreamland.  Since he's refusing to. Mostly I just wanted to say that we all got sick, and pathetic, blah-de-blah-blah-blah.  Now, I have to go chase some sleep.

 

Ah, Chunky Monkey bliss.