I drove the getaway car when we dined & dashed

I’ve been struggling to write for months, but I think I’m slowly coming out of my shell. Maybe. I’ve never felt such unbelievable block before. I have had many occasions where I drafted something in my head only to stare at the screen, unable to make the connection between my head and my fingers. TYPE DAMMIT!

So, I was reading my favorite Dooce and she posted a meme from Facebook. It inspired me to do the same, and I’ve been staring at it for 4 days now. Finally I’ll post it! I hang out on that stupid Facebook a bit and I still have yet to write 25 random things about myself, but a meme about my relationship with Rob sounded far more interesting.

What are your middle names?
My middle name is Cass and his middle name is James. I do not know where my middle name comes from, and I don’t think my parents were big huge fans of Mama Cass or anything, but it’s cool. I have embraced and loved my unique middle name for a very long time. James is from Rob’s great-grandfather. When I got pregnant with Aubrey, we knew no matter if we had a boy or a girl, it would have James for a middle name.

How long have you been together?
Together for 5, married for 3.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
We met in May, 1999 and spent a great weekend in Canada with our mutual, married friends, who introduced us. We stayed in contact over the years and we started dating, or whatever you’d call it, [[extremely soon]] after our own relationships crashed and burned.

Who asked whom out?
By the time things fell into place, we were well beyond asking each other out. Or in 1999 it went something like “Here, let me put my butterfly clippies in your hair..”

How old are each of you?
I am 30 and he is 28.

Whose siblings do you see the most?
I feel selfishly lucky to be the only one with siblings.

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
You know? I asked him about this. We have our normal couple sensitive areas like money and the girls, but what exactly is it that creates the most tension? Well, for awhile it was adjusting to our new situation as stay at home mom/work at home dad. We have to respect each other’s boundaries and we still deal with it on a daily basis. What completely balances this deal out is all the positive aspects of our situation. All this time together has done nothing but strengthen our relationship. How many couples don’t have time for each other/conversation/sex/etc. because of their careers? There is always time in our house. But, we still stumble occasionally with our communication. As willing as we are to talk to each other about problems, we miss important details in our day-to-day planning. Sometimes the smallest details are the most frustrating to miss. I’d love to blame male selective hearing, but he could just as easily blame the fact that I expect him to READ MY FREAKING MIND.

Did you go to the same school?
We did. We graduated Minot High School a year apart (97/98) but never knew each other. We also both went to Minot State University, but not at the same time.

Are you from the same home town?
My home town is Minot, North Dakota and his is Washington state. …. basically.

Who is smarter?
He is, no doubt. He impresses me with all of the things he knows on a regular basis. I like to read and all that, but he is definitely the logic guy. Over the years, he has done some extraordinary things I never knew he was capable of. I’m sure he still has tricks up his sleeve.

Who is the most sensitive?
That would be me hands-down. He’s a very sweet guy, but I could make a Shakespearean tragedy out of a misinterpreted gesture. Especially once a month.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
When we get a night out, we have gravitated more towards The Spaghetti Factory than anywhere else. It’s that damn cheesebread. Obviously we need to get out more as a couple. Must. Find. Babysitter.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
To the moon and back.
But, seriously probably Seattle.

Who has the craziest exes?
He does. No doubt. I’ll restrain myself from including details.

Who has the worst temper?
I absolutely have the temper between the two of us. I have calmed down over the years and I find myself able to take control where I wouldn’t have been able to/wanted to before. I’ve realized since adding a 2nd kid, that I still have work to do. Rob is the most even-keeled person I have ever met. He rarely raises his voice and genuinely feels remorseful after the fact. Sometimes I wonder how he does it.

Who does the cooking?
He has generally been the one who cooks and I am so grateful. Even if I’m standing in front of the stove, making something for the family to eat, I would hardly call it cooking. Preparing, possibly. Reading directions from the box, most likely.

Who is the neat-freak?
Neither of us would be considered a neat-freak. He enjoys his environment un-cluttered, but we both seem to have no problem living in each other’s filth. I have my nit-picky things, though. Towels on the bed will get you strangled by said towel. Don’t leave the dangling end of the toilet paper dangling on the floor. Oh that drives me nuts, and Julia has followed suit and lets it dangle too. I hate crumbs on the countertops. Hate them.

Who is more stubborn?
I know we are both pretty stubborn, but it rarely seems to come between us. We’re more willing to compromise I guess. He might have a different answer to that question. I KNOW…what a lame answer. No juicy stuff at all.

Who hogs the bed?
I have been told that I hog the bed, but I clearly can’t remember a single incident. All I know is that sometimes I wake up diagonal.

Who wakes up earlier?
It all depends. If the girls wake up at the butt-crack o’ dawn, so do I. If they sleep until 9, so do I. Rob gets up for work between 7 and 8. He is definitely more of a morning person than I am, though. In the old days, that used to drive me up a wall because he didn’t like to lay in bed all day. Now I realize that’s a GOOD thing.

Where was your first date?
Brandon, Manitoba. The guys participated in an arm wrestling contest and the ladies (Lisa and I) heckled the contestants from the sidelines.

Who is more jealous?
Neither of us is particularly jealous, but I am certainly more interested in things past and present between Rob and other females. He prefers the bliss of ignorance while I prefer the agony (and gluttonous satisfaction) of too much information.

How long did it take to get serious?
After our Canada adventure, he moved to Seattle to work for the summer and I went back to Bismarck and found someone else. After a few years we started talking once a month or so on the phone and kept it friendly/flirty until our own relationships ended. Once we were in the clear – the time it takes to drive from Minot to Bismarck in a mad rush – we moved at lightning speed. Too fast for some friends, and yet it didn’t seem hardly surprising to others (including our own family). We went from not seeing each other for 3+ years to friends/romance/forever in under 4 months. Not including the fact that we saw each other for about 2 weeks total during those 4 months. We’ll just say, my husband has an incredible voice.

So… not long at all.

Who eats more?
He’s got more man to move than I do, so I think he probably eats more than me. Which is a good thing. If I ate more than him, I’d need larger pants than he does and if that day ever arrives…maybe I could just hope he’d need bigger pants too.

Who does the laundry?
It’s my job, but if I’m slow on the clothes he needs, he’ll be more than happy to throw a load in….conveniently forgetting to add anybody else’s laundry. This doesn’t irritate me at all.

Who’s better with the computer?
I’ve got more of a computer background than he does, so I’ve got more computer-geek skills. He gets frustrated with technology when it doesn’t do what he thinks it should do, which gets me. I was pretty up-to-date with computers until I fell out of rotation by screwing myself into a mom career (HA!). It scares me how behind I have gotten because eventually I’ll be needing to get a J-O-B again and be productive and whatnot. Don’t think my knowledge of Facebook is going to get me very far.

Who drives when you are together?
He does, mainly because our vehicle is company-provided in his name. He’s a smidgen too tall to drive my car with an Aubrey in the back seat, so in my car I usually drive. On long road trips we share the driving. Also, he spent years on the road driving a truck and trailer through any kind of road/traffic conditions. I trust his driving way more than I trust mine. He did compliment me on how I drive in the city, and it sure meant a lot to me. I mean, my mom still reaches for the dash and stomps on the imaginary brake.

This was where I was going to throw in some pictures. I might still do that.

She’s gooood.

Julia has been quite a trickster lately with her jokes (”Why does the banana go to the doctor? BECAUSE HE’S SICK!!”) and various “FOOLED YOU!!!” activities.

Julia to Rob: Guess which hand the [I can't remember what] is in!!
Rob: Ummm…that hand.
Julia: Nope!
Rob: Okay, that hand.
Julia: Nope! Fooled yoooou!!!

So we’re all oh ahhaha very funny..kinda not funny…silly trickster Julia. So, Rob tries:
Guess which hand the treat is in!
That hand!
Nope!
That hand!
Nope!
OoOooooh you tricked me daddy! That’s not nice! Now I’m going to trick you!

Guess which hand the MONEY is in!!

“Look, honey! I bought you a house!”

These very words rushed out of my sweet husband’s mouth as we walked through our new home together for the first time as “owners”. All of this after, of course, he lifted me up and carried me over the threshold. On the phone as the girls and I drove to meet Rob and the U-haul he said “Don’t you walk through that door until I’m there to carry you in!” I’m glad I have that memory to hang on to forever.

The most fascinating thing about moving into our new house in Forest Lake has been the season change. When we got here, everything was still lush and green, and our view of the lake was smattered about here and there. It improved when Rob cut a few larger branches from a few trees, but as the weather chilled and the leaves started dropping, our view was pretty much limitless. It’s a beautiful sight every day and when it gets foggy, and I look down the slope towards the water, the lake matches the gray of the sky and I can imagine we’re up high on a mountain.

Also, my favorite season happens to be fall, so I was always in awe of the colors that exploded in our area the middle of October. Our huge oak trees in the front yard were a beautiful vibrant orange, and the elm in the back were yellow, and hung around for awhile. All around the lake we saw splashes of bright red and orange, and since it was such a pleasant fall, the lake had many boats for us to watch and listen to.

Julia and I planted a bulb garden in the back, and hopefully they grow and survive. Our neighbors looked at me with a “good luck, lady” look, but one donated her bag of rodent repellent to keep the wildlife away in the spring. I don’t have too much faith in my planting skills/luck. I did discover the very therapeutic affects gardening has on me. Maybe it’s just dirt in general. Who knows. I keep hoping to discover this inner awesome gardener or something. I’ll have all winter to hope. I’ll even ask Santa for a green thumb.

Oh, also, I raked the back yard. I ENJOYED IT. Yard work is cheaper than therapy, but interior decorating isn’t. Which is a shame, because I have so many ideas. I feel creative again – which makes me feel a bit more like me again. It’s a good thing.

I have been struggling with deciding to keep blogging or to move on to something else. (Like what?! Seriously….House cleaning? Um. Ew.) I’ve been at this “detailing every monotonous and familiar moment” of my life business for quite some time, but lately it has lost its appeal to me. I gave up on any kind of REAL LIFE OF THE WENDY CASS a long time ago, because babies tend to absorb a lot of that “real life” and “wendy cass” portion of anybody (unless, you have a different name, in which case of course, DUH). I didn’t want it to be a “mommy blog” because I wanted to write to keep the whole “wendy cass” and “whatever life was left” in perspective — however that didn’t work and I wanted to keep writing because my kids are my very own gift of perfection to the world. It would be unfair to keep them all to myself. THIS IS MY GIFT TO YOU!! ….. Anyway, as much as I like writing about my girls (I do. Check the archives, biz.), I haven’t written about me. Have I? Is it in there much? What comprises a STUPOR MOMMY and whatnot.

I need to get that back. I reckon this is a good start. I don’t like censoring myself and my thoughts, and for whatever reasons over the years, I have left a lot of that out. Maybe it’s because I’m so good about blabbering about drama, but seriously how many times can I blog about me without it saying:

“ANOTHER GOOD DAY. CUTE KIDS. SEXY MAN. NEWS AT 11. CRAIG FERGUSON @ 11:30″

Unless I add: Could not keep oldest child clothed. Seriously. I go through at least 3 pairs of underpants a day because she will suddenly lose them. Also, no matter how many times I try to hide, or put a way a pair of old summer shoes that are, and have always been, too small, she will dig them out and wear one blue shoe, and one pink shoe from another pair.

Aubrey will not stop pushing the buttons on our electronics. She knows how to turn the satellite off and on, and how to change channels/volume on the tv. Also, she has removed Guitar Hero from the PS2, and Rob and I can no longer find it. Somehow, both remotes keep ending up in the same room and she continues to stick her fingers in the VCR. She also seems determined to stick her fingers into the fan, but MAN you should see how fast she can slide down the stairs!

Me, on all those other hands, I have been taking things day by day and though it would probably suck for many people to get a “congratulations you haven’t seemed crazy” kind of compliment out of the blue, I have heard that I have shown extraordinary patience and good humor in situations where a previous me would have reacted negatively. I think this move has been great for me in many ways, but the most unfortunate impact has been the distance from Cristy. We’re now an hour apart, instead of 4 minutes, and if we head one direction or the other at the wrong time of day, the traffic can be expletive-inducing. Also, apparently Aubrey has grown out of the “sleep in the car” phase, and has insisted a few times on staying awake the entire trip, until about 10 minutes before we arrive.

The arrival of my new nephew has been a source of great joy for all of us, and also, for me it has been a nice reminder of the tiny baby stuff – and a friendly dose of reality that I won’t ever do that tiny baby stuff ever again. I cannot even tell you how happy I was to feel so at peace with my decision. I love those little itty bitty babies, and I will always melt when I see them and probably even want a few of my own again, but I know that I made the right choice for me and I’m so relieved to have had that reaction. Oh – Aiden Thomas is pretty damn cute too. Julia has pretty much kept her distance (she’s STILL adjusting to her “new” baby) but Aubrey just loves him so much, she can barely contain herself when he’s around. She loves babies, and loves dolls and will pat Aiden as long as auntie Cristy lets her and she rubs noses with her dolls.

It’s true. I’m surrounded in heaps of cute ALL DAY LONG. I can hardly stand to be me some days. Please, please pick up on the sarcasm. I mean, they are cute and some days I can’t stand to be me, but it’s all in different contexts!

Please heed the little boxes of extraordinary photographs (i.e. my Flickr) over there on the sidebar. I have a phone that takes pretty awesome mediocre pictures, and I post them there right from my phone. CONVENIENT. Also, some day, the rest of my pictures will be up there.

I’ve been feeling awfully creative, like my fingertips spew RAINBOWS lately, so hopefully some good will come out of it. I’ve been making signs with construction paper with Julia and painting with water colors damn-near every day. Now, I just need to start with the writing already.

Why I’m Grateful for the Internet Tonight:

I’m a big fan of True Mom Confessions, and this evening I came across this confession from a mother. I can only assume she is the mother of a three-year-old girl. I didn’t write it, but I could have written it a million times if I only could have put it into words. That’s why I’m grateful for the ‘net tonight. Thanks, anonymous lady!

I’m so afraid that all [my daughter] is going to remember from childhood is soap in her eyes, tangled hair in the brush, being knocked down because she will stand *right* behind me, and all the other perceived injustices in her life. All because she is stubborn as all get out and won’t listen to anything I say. Just listen OK? I promise if you tilt you head back the soap won’t go in your eyes, and if you stand still the brush won’t pull your hair, and if you stand beside me where I can see you I won’t knock you down. Oh and the resulting tantrums? Those too could be over if you would *just listen*.

If You Haven’t Listened…

…to the first song on my music player, please do. It’s beautiful and I can’t stop listening to it. Hopefully you’ll love it as much as I do. Happy Monday.

Also, for your convenience, I’m posting the lyrics. You’re welcome!

my true love drowned in a dirty old pan of oil
that had run from the block
of a falcon sedan, 1969
the paper said ‘75
there were no survivors
none found alive

oh, how I’d forgot…

Much Too Much To Say Now

Somehow, someone other than Rob or I managed to cancel our Comcast account before we got a chance to do it. So, my email has disappeared and will not be working anymore. Until I get it back or forever, if you like, you can reach me at wendycass at hotmail dot com.

LONG STORY SHORT:
We moved out of our house on the 14th. I didn’t get to forward my mail because I don’t know where to forward it to yet. So far, the house-purchasing situation isn’t going well for us, but the paperwork is what is taking so long. So, right now we’re living at a hotel, while our house sits in a U-Haul truck.

Fun, right?!

I have all but disappeared lately and it’s because we’ve all been dealing with this stress. I have barely had time to sit down and do anything on the computer because we have been trying to stay busy with the girls, since small hotel rooms and 2 energetic children are not a pretty mix.

Okay. Let’s all cross our fingers for Friday.

100% of Men Will Never Become Pregnant.

Why do so many of them insist on telling women what to do with their uteruses? (Uteri?) Women shouldn’t have to jump through hoops to get good health care.

This article is so infuriating, and at the same time makes me even happier that GWB is out soon. Not soon enough! Obama ‘08! He’ll leave your uterine decisions up to you.

In other news, a last-minute decision has found me resting comfortably in Olympia, WA. I needed a vacation and Rob gave me the opportunity and WELL DUH I TOOK IT. So, literally, in the span of about a week the plan was made and here I am. Elliott is the sweetest little thing, and we’ve bonded and giggled and I can’t keep my nose out of her fuzzy head. This long weekend is exactly what I need. I’ll be back on Monday night.

Also, the Roots have officially begun house hunting and put in an offer on a house Thursday morning! Keep your fingers crossed for us. I see great things with the house we really liked.

I’ve been having some serious ups and downs this month and it has kept me away from this blog. As I try to work with me, I’ll also try to utilize my blog better. I’ve given up my quest to keep my doctor and am looking forward to finding one better suited to me. I’m trying to stay positive, but it has been difficult. I sincerely love and appreciate everybody for sticking by me and dealing with me –you know who you are– family really counts when you’re feeling like anybody but yourself.

I miss my babies, but being away from them makes me think about them and remember everything that makes me smile. I’ve been talking about the girls non-stop since I got here and can’t wait to talk to Julia tomorrow. Aubrey is run-crawling these days and is pulling herself up on whatever she can. She cruises around the furniture and has even let go of a few things and kept her balance for a second or so. She’s very proud of her new skills and never forgets to turn around and look at us like “come and get me!” before she heads up the stairs. Some days it seems like there are never enough baby gates. Her temper has also really emerged, to where she’ll crawl really fast and basically throw herself down face-first to the carpet and cry when she’s mad. Otherwise, she’s the happiest little squirt and really likes saying “ma ma ma ma.”

Julia has been sharpening her computer skills with the MacBook and has been spending some time on the PBS and NickJr web sites. She can navigate through them pretty well and likes to play the games that involve painting and other creative concepts. She plays one game that requires a name to be typed in, and has basically figured out how to type her name. She amazes me all the time. Also, she has decided that bed and nap times cannot go by without a fight. Phases suck even when they’re temporary.

Anyway, this time difference is messing with me, and it’s almost 3 am at my house…so I should probably go to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll be hanging out in Olympia and I think we’re doing the touristy stuff on Saturday. I miss my husband and my babies, but I’m so happy to be with Sandy right now.

Dear Ovaries:

Every month, right about this time, you decide to waste your time and throw an egg down the tubes. Listen, I think it’s great that you’re still doing your job even after the tubes retired, but it’s time to give me a break. You wreak havoc on me for NOTHING. You never used to have it out for me. It’s time to hang up that reproductive hat and just hang around and be ovaries for awhile. The rest of us will understand.

UNCLE (you win),
Wendy

Current Blogging Skillz Are Teh Suck…. (really?)

So, I do this whole MySpace business every once in awhile. I’m about as active there as I am here, so don’t be all jealous (really, boo, you’re my favorite fan). Anyway, due to the bulletin spammers (you don’t know unless you’re there…) I thought I’d post this HERE instead of there. That, and I need an update that doesn’t require much brain power for now. TOO MUCH INPUT. I’ve got a lot of interesting posts in my brain for storage. Let’s hope that all works out. Anyway.

This is a survey. It’s lame. I’m posting it here. Perhaps you’re already glancing at the ‘back’ button? Don’t worry. I’ll understand.

URBAN DICTIONARY
Rules: “Go to www. urbandictionary. com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write a definition it gives you.”

1. Name? WENDY

Definition:
1) Intellectually attractive woman.
2) Physically attractive woman.
3) Emotonally attractive woman.
4) Attractivve in all 3 major ways, yet not you are condemned to be ‘just friends’
Person a: Oh man, she’s perfect!
Person B: Oh yeah? So are you guys dating ow what?
Person A: Nah man, she’s a total Wendy….ya know?
Person B: suxx0rz 2 b u l4m3r!!!11

Oh, but there was also THIS:
- Most commonly reffering a lapse in memory
- used to describe idiotic comments or actions
- typically goes hand in hand with females

Awsesome!

2. Your age? 29

Definition:
Careful, now. This is MINDBLOWING—->(zomg I SEE IT!)
“29 is akin to, in the words of most, “Humping a Humpback whale”

The 2 from sideways looks like a whale’s hump and tail, hence the whale part, and the 9 is you. 29 resembles you humping a whale. It is a strange new thing that is catching on rapidly.
“I got number 29.” Grant said.
“Oh silly,” I said, “Don’t you know that means? It means you humped a humpback whale.”

3. One of your friends? Robert

Definition:
Robert, a man’s man with a very large penis who is an extremely generous lover.
“I mounted Robert last night… OMG he’s hung like a horse and fucks like a stallion”

WOOT WOOT! …
[*crickets*]

Also, there was this:
Is a very powerful name. Most CEO’s are named Robert, which in return they are usualy wealthy. Parents that name their child Robert expect them to be very succesful. It is usually seen as the first born son’s name. A good match for Roberts are females named Brittany Wendy or Nishelle Wendy. The names Robert and Brittany Wendy together tend to create an everlasting love that will never end.
“CEO of the multi-billion dollar corporation is named Robert and his wife is named BrittanyWendy.”

It’s true. I could have chosen Courtney, but you would have expected that!

4. What should you be doing? Knitting booties. (For Cristy! In blue.)

Definition:
The after effects of shagging without rubber.
When your girl starts knitting booties as she
sports a baby bump, you know you’ll HAVE to either
get hitched or pay child support.
I know I want a cute girl to be knitting booties,
but I need have cabbage to support her and her
kids… once we’re married.

#5 Favorite food: JIMMY JOHNS (Currently. Subject to change, ofc)

Definition:
A sweet ass sub shop with the most delicious french bread ever. Everything is fresh cut in the shop including all the meat and veggies and the bread is baked in the shop too.
Person 1:”Hey man what are you getting from Jimmy Johns.”
Person 2:I was like “Bitch, gimme a number 5 with peppers and maybe a pickle.”

Fuck the pickle. I’ll take the salt & vinegar chips, a mothaeffin COOKIE and the big-ass soda.

#6 Hometown: Minot

Definition:
A small, desolate hicktown in cental North Dakota. Full of hillbillies who love Nascar, drinking at sad lonely bars and populating the world with more hillbillies. Used to describe a sad, hopless state of mind.
Man my mom died, I ran over my cat and I’m broke – it’s like I’m in Minot.

It’s funny ’cause it’s true! … No, no. It isn’t [that] true!I don’t think any of those lonely bars are ever sad. Hard to breathe in? Perhaps. Hover on the potties? Always. Sad? I’ve had many unforgettable times in those lonely bars and was never even almost raised a hillbilly. Also, I’m going back there in two days. I’m so excited I can’t even stand it. Sad and hopeless it is not.

#7 Word to describe yourself? This is HARD! There are so many words and it’s hard to choose just one. Mother? Creative? Thoughtful, wife, witty, silly, intelligent, intuitive, short, hungry, desired, blessed, loved, sexy, missed, spontaneous, emotional, freckly, curious…etc.

Anyway, I needed to pick just ONE. I chose mother. I’m adding the definition that I laughed at because, naturally, “someone who gave birth to you” was the top one. This one, however, seemed far more like ME!

Definition:
Used to define something larger or better than anything else.
That was the mother of all goals.
I need the mother of all beers to quench my thirst on a hot day like this.

I need your input. What word would you have chosen for me?

#8 Car you drive: Ford Focus

Definition: (I swear this came straight from the site. I’m just editing the awful spelling errors)
A compact car built by the Ford Motor Company. Handles well, performs decently… don’t get me wrong, its a pretty good car… THAT’S UGLY AS FUCK, especially the hatchback version. Usually driven by good ol’ boys who can’t afford gas and maintenance for their muscle cars or pickup trucks, but will not buy an imported compact.

Some say lesbians drive Focuses as well(however they prefer Subaru station wagons more). I never got that memo.

#9 Last person you talked to on the phone? Husband

Definition:
Someone who has your back when you need it, but knows when to get the hell out of your way when he has to. Useful for fixing things, keeping you warm, and that fuzzy soft happy feeling that he usually creates.
My husband is a bad-ass. The toes of his right foot are painted sparkly red.
Okay. That quote was from me.

Also listed in the definitions: Superman to the right woman **swoooon**

IN OTHER NEWS
I am officially up way WAY beyond my bed time.
Aubrey learned to crawl about a week or so ago. Today she managed to crawl up to the 2nd step. How many gates do I need in this place?! Seriously.
Aubrey popped 2 teeth! Elliott has them coming in too! Hooray for teeth!
I’m still losing weight. This pleases me to no end.
Rob kicked ass in the weight-loss competition and took home a buncha money!
I achieved total motherhood when I purchased a pair of Crocs. So far, they’re my “outside at home” shoes…. they’re so comfy.
I’m getting a new NEPHEW!!!
My neighbors are getting it on RIGHT NOW.
(I just fell asleep for a second apparently).
Julia only wears diapers at night (yay!) and has also been fully in charge of making sure any second of potential silence is filled with the nonsensical noise-of-the-moment she chooses. There is no such thing as a quiet moment with this child. Her curiosity and desire to learn just amazes me and I really hope I am doing a good job of pointing her in the right directions.

More coming soon!

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night…

… and I was writing a blog. It wasn’t a fantastic blog by any means, but it was a blog and, dear reader(s), that was all that mattered.

Then!!! Something happened. I don’t know what it was? But my post was gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THEN!!! I used inappropriate punctuation. I ABUSED it, even. And I liked it! Also, I swore a whole bunch and wept for the digital, literary genius that was my lost beloved blog (I was just being modest before. It was really the shit).

Alas, it was too late for an update and I had already closed my laptop for the evening anyway.

To conclude, the current score:
Evil Computer: 1 You: 0

THE END.