Random Thursday

Things of late that bring me immense joy (oh well aside from my children, husband, and job):

1. Gomez's How we Operate pure pop perfect delerium
2. David Duchovny in Californication. The man still has it, love watching him. I love this show so much I'm sure that next week they will tell me it is cancelled. Just like all the other very cool shows that just disappear Keen Eddie, Studio 60, and Hustle.
3. The Knit Picks catalog. I shriek with joy and lock my wallet in the file drawer when it arrives.
4. Ravelry! I'm so in love I don't know what to say.

The only single thing bothering me now (ok two):

1. Having to drive my kids hither and yon. Admittedly the new van makes it all so much better but I tell you leaving at work at 3 to get two kids from two different places and take them to a place by 4:30 (an hour and a half!) is just old fast. Heck in 90 minutes I could have been in Canada already!
2. Above driving is made far worse by obnoxious shit drivers. Unlike Laurie, my commute took place on a rural dirt road where said obnoxious shit driver was going 20 mph (can't make that metric conversion, sorry) on an uposted road, meaning we could go 45. Not only was he going this slow but he was driving down the middle of the frigging road. Granted it was a dirt road and there are no lines, i'll give him that, but it wasn't like it was a single-lane road or anything. It's more of a dirt highway it is so wide. The dumbass. So after tailgaiting him for about 30 seconds (my bad) I decided to try a go-around. As I was going around him his arm emerged with his middle finger prominently displayed. DISPLAYED I tell you, not just a little flip of the finger, a statue of a finger. He left it there for long after I passed, maybe half a mile up the road it was still DISPLAYED. Jakob: "Mom, that guy won't put his finger away. That's rude." Yep. You got that right. Just because he's a kid in a lovely yellow sportscar does not give him the right to tell me how fast I should drive and insult me when I choose to go my own way. He can insult me if I'm doing something illegal or dangerous but driving my kids to gymnastics at the posted speed limit!

Developmental Lessons...the Hard Way

I'm not much of a child developmentist. Worked for one once, picked up a little here and a little there. Having one child 8 and another 3 really gives you perspective on how far apart they are emotionally. My poor 8-year-old is going through this phase where he wants to explore the 3-year-old's boundaries. These boundaries belong to a very opinionanted, volatile young lady so you can imagine how often these challenges occur. During a particularly heated exchange between children and mother, which ended in "just don't touch your sister, ever," the 8-year-old (let's just call him Jakob because 8-year-old is too much to type too many times) made the observation that the 3-year-old (let's just say Clara, see argument above) always smiled and giggled while he was being yelled at. His impression, that she was teasing him about getting into trouble. My impression, how can a 3-year-old be that sinister? I resolve it to being she's uncomfortable with the tension in the room and she's trying to break it. Please tell me that I'm right because that level of complexity in a 3-year-old is just scary to me!

Kidnapped!

I've been kidnapped from the blogger world!

I'm being forced to do things like work. Going to Alcatraz can't really be considered work but everything before that was. I almost wanted to stay in the prizon. Nice view, clean salt air, ocean breezes.

Somehow I roped myself into signing up for this thing called a Master's degree. Almost done but I think the coursework this semester is going to put me over the edge. Thank god for only having a thesis left after December!

Kids make me take them to school, gymnastics, Ring of Steel. Time for knitting, not much left over for blogging. I need to learn how to blog and watch Tiger's baseball at the same time. My evil husband went and got a new job which means that the wireless router we enjoyed for many years had to go back. Now I am wireless. Ugh.

Thanks for stopping by. Sorry for no real content. Know that it is my goal to some day write about my life in some meaningful way. I'm still not convinced that people will find my life or much that I have to say very interesting! Help me change my mind!