We just finished watching “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.” What a great movie, and what an amazing career he had.
Archive for September, 2008
I was tired of the green blog. Actually I was tired of the white background. I like the green but I thought a black page would look nicer behind my pictures.
We just watched the presidential debate. Why is it that candidates have to bicker so much? It makes them both look so immature. But if they don’t do it, the other candidate walks all over the discussion. Argh.
I would love it if there could be a debate that outlawed the use of the words “freedom,” “change,” and “Americans.”
A few things we’ve done recently…
That is his method for fixing my cutting board–which is JUST too big for his clamp. He glued it, then jammed it into the window and used the clamp to hang something heavy enough to keep the window putting pressure on it. Or something. Actually I have no idea why the stuff is attached to the clamp–maybe it’s just protecting the glass.
I just spent an hour and a half or so cleaning up in the living room and dining room. It looks as though I haven’t even started! You know why? Because of Mrs. Potato Head.
Mrs. Potato Head, and her ilk–all of the toys that have lots of little pieces, like puzzles, shape sorters, and that one book with the blank-faced animals and a million little magnetic facial features to stick on—are ruining my life! I mean, blocks and whatnot are one thing.Those just have to go in a box. Its the matching–this toy/puzzle with these pieces–that’s making me crazy.
At M’s birthday party, everyone brought gifts–and I do TOTALLY APPRECIATE them thinking of Mary, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that lots of them were this sort of thing. Mary loves this stuff. She does. She adores putting in little pieces, or whatever. But I don’t! Outwardly, I smiled, said, “Oh, isn’t that cute.” Inside, it was one long silent scream. EEK! NOT MRS. POTATO HEAD! (Insert horror movie music here.)
So, ruling by fiat, I hereby decree that I will match them ONE time…and then they will go out of reach to be retrieved and used on request, one at a time. Mary will prefer it because she isn’t capable of finding the right parts so she can’t even use them right now. She can enjoy them, and I can enjoy playing with her with them, instead of just being frustrated because the eyes for the camel are in the spice drawer. I feel, philosophically, like her toys should be within reach for her so she can play with them…but to hell with philosophy. I’m sick of finding a 3-D square in my shoe.
Besides, doesn’t anyone else find Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head a little scary sometimes? Like when Conor puts the arm into the nose hole?
Or definitely close to it: Mary reads her books and if you sit with her to read she will read a page, then pick up the book, turn it around, and show you the pictures, library-storytime style. AAAHHHH! Cuteness overload.
I hate Halloween.
I don’t really get the idea of trick-or-treating. Costumes are fun for little kids but for older kids they’re just a reason to dress like a skank or in a gross-looking costume.
Mostly, though, I hate being bombarded by stuff I don’t want to see–skeletons. And other things that I find gross and off-putting, like green-faced witches or corpse-like mask faces. Why should I have to look at that for over a month? Ew. I will be glad when it is over, although I think Mary and Wesley will look adorable in their costumes (pictures, of course, will be available).