Friday Feast

Appetizer
What are you proud of?
My children

Soup
What is the best thing you’ve ever won as a prize?
Mr. Bug and I won a small firewood stacking thing on wheels. It's great!

Salad
Name something you do that is a waste of time.
Laundry

Main Course
In what year of your life did you change the most?
Hmm... That's a hard choice - 1992, 1995, 2004

Dessert
Where is a place you consider to be very tranquil?
Home

Malfunctioning

There are certain things in my life that totally irritate me when they malfunction.

The phone.
They came to fix the phone yesterday and found that when they trenched the Grandbugs' phone, they cut our line. Really? I'm shocked... Ummm... No, I'm not. So, now I have a temporary phone line that runs up my driveway and across the front yard. But, I do have a functioning phone. It's not pretty, but it works. I just hope they come back and bury it before Mr. has to mow the lawn...

My computer.
Did you know that a lithium battery can bring my computing world to a dead stop? But, for $15, I can have my machine up and running in seconds. We have so many power failures that I use 1 lithium battery each year. Alas, it's a small price to pay and at least it's something I can fix. And, really, if this is the only issue I have with my sweet Mac... I can most certainly deal.

My children.
I'm a worry wart especially when it comes to the children. I don't do sick kids. I like them healthy, thankyouverymuch. I got a call from school to go and get LLB because she had a slight tummy ache. Something told me to get her in to the doctor's office. Sure enough... she has strep. She's still asleep, so I guess she really doesn't feel all that great. She will stay home today, but you can bet your sweet bippy she'll be back to school tomorrow.

My cats.
Why is it that they can spend all day outside and then beg to come in to use the litter box? And miss?? I don't do cat pee on the floor. If they are outside, why can't they pee in the bushes like any other cat or dog? Oh and ticks - I don't do ticks. I spend way to much of Mr.'s hard earned cash on flea and tick stuff to have to get a tick off of a cat. (I had to get a tick off of Angel last night!) The whole thing is just eeewwww!

The dog.
What's with the barking? I didn't sign up for a dog that barks at NOTHING. If there was something to bark at like say, a visitor, a car, a squirrel, a deer - okay, but to stand at the door and bark at air is simply irritating to the rest of us.

So, what irritates you?

Oh and one more thing... My blogroll just doesn't work right. Now THAT irritates me. How can I possibly know if someone has updated their blog if it doesn't show up on the blogroll?? UGH!! I miss some wicked good posts because of blogroll.... Alas, I'll just have to check every blog every day... or you can leave me comments and I'll come and visit.

Keeping the Schedule Straight

Does your calendar look like mine? A series of black and blue scribbles with a few red ones tossed in for good measure?
It's getting so bad that I can barely read it.
Today is actually legible.
It says: Grambug - Dentist - 10.
What it doesn't say is: Mall/Lunch - post dentist, Pickup LLB 3:23, Return Tux, LLB - Ballet 6:45, LBC - Vestry 7, and #1 - Drama 5.

The calendar in my head is far fuller than the one on the wall...

No wonder I can't remember anyone's name...

Dancin' The Night Away

The Cotillion Ball was yesterday.

LLB went early and #1 went late. Someday - I don't know when - they might be able to go together...

Anyway...
Here's LLB:

This dress came all the way from D. Thanks, D!

LLB and HP had a wonderful time at the ball. They laughed and chatted and generally enjoyed themselves. It seems that they were the only two chatting at their table. Here they are as they are waiting to say goodbye to the hostess:

At the end of the ball, the dads got to dance with the daughters and the moms got to dance with their sons. LLB got to dance with her Grandpa and her Dad. When asked who was the better dancer, she replied, "Grandpa"without any hesitation. So, if anyone is looking for a great dance partner, give Grandpa Bug a call!!


Here's #1:

He looks terrific, doesn't he?
I know - they'd both look so much better with heads and faces...

I got to dance with #1. His comment, as he escorted me to the dance floor was, "Real men dance with their moms." He sure does make me laugh!!

#1 was asked to be a Cotillion Assistant next year. He is thrilled! What warm blooded American teenager wouldn't be thrilled? A room full of beautiful girls -- He's so there!!

Playing Catchup...

Overheard in the car on Friday morning:
LLB said, "I hope HP doesn't poke me today. He pokes me all the time!"
"Do you think he does it 'cause he likes you?"
"Ach! No! He does it 'cause he likes to annoy me!"

A few minutes later I say, "You know you have the cotillion ball on Sunday."
"Huh? This Sunday? Like in 2 days Sunday?"
"Yes."
"Do I have a dress?"
"Yes. Remember... D sent one for you."
"Oh... yeah..."
"OMG! if HP pokes me at the ball it's all over!"
"LLB... What's all over?"
"I dunno. It just sounds good."

She's got a point there...


The church ladies came. My house was not perfect, but it was clean and welcoming. I even put luminarias out along the walkway. The food was great. The purse game was very fun and we spent so much time looking for goodies that we didn't need the second game. (Renee sent me rules for a game that I'll use next time!)


On Friday, the phone company came and trenched the Grandbugs phone line. It's underground now and not draped along the fence line. It's lovely, but guess who now has no phone. Yes.. that would be ME!

I called Verizon and asked when they would be out to repair their mess. Do you know when they are coming? Go ahead. Take a guess...

TUESDAY! How am I supposed to live without a phone until TUESDAY? Know what my other choice is? April 5th.

They said they would transfer my house phone to my cell phone so we could still receive calls. That's lovely, but they transposed the numbers... I wasn't getting any calls. One of the church ladies clued me in, thank heavens!! I called Verizon back. They fixed the number, but didn't put a 1 infront of the number... Guess what people got when they called? NOTHING! Well, they got "Please dial a 1." That's fun... After the 3rd call to Verizon, it's been fixed. I hope. If you don't get me on the phone... just email me. :-)


So today is the ball. I'll fill you in later...

Out of Time

The clock is ticking.
The scrapbooking ladies are coming tomorrow.
The church ladies are coming on Friday.

My house is a mess. My laundry pile doesn't seem to be shrinking. The school called and asked for help today at noon. I also have to teach today - 2 handbell classes together - 24 kids with noisemakers in their hands all at the same time. The children have their instrument lessons today instead of tomorrow. #1 needs to go back to the tux place today because the pants they sent were way too small. The kids have a school dance on Friday afternoon - of course they do... I have to be there to pour drinks at 2. The ladies arrive at 6. Ahhhh!!!

I'll catch up with you on Saturday, k?

Wet Anything - eewww.

My friend J, the Ski Bunny, and I were chatting on the phone last night. We were trying to figure out why we both have an aversion to wet paper, soggy sandwiches, and moist plastic wrap. Yes, we are weird and we know it...

Ski Bunny and I grew up living next door to each other and have stayed friends all these years. She's my closest childhood friend and is one of the funniest people I know.

We went on a trip from New England to Florida - 5 kids - aged 3 to 11 - and 2 moms in one station wagon (the dads had to work). The moms packed a cooler full of tuna, egg salad, and pb&j sandwiches - they were made on finger rolls, each in its own baggie, and they were gorgeous. There must have been 100 sandwiches in that cooler!!

The first day, the sandwiches were great. The second day, the ice was starting to melt and the sandwiches - and the bags, well, they were getting a little soggy from the condensation. Both mothers deny this, but we remember skipping the sandwiches and passing them off to the resident little brother who's most famous line on that trip was, "Hey, you gonna eat that?"

The wet paper stems from the napkins being umm... damp as well. We don't do that sort of thing. As a matter of fact - it makes us want to hurl just thinking about it.

To this day neither of us can stand soggy sandwiches. Italian subs - light on the oil, one or two pickles only, and you gotta eat it right then. Meatball subs - not too much sauce and if the bun get soggy, the meatballs get eaten with a fork and the roll gets tossed. PB&J - the peanut butter goes on both slices of bread and the jelly gets put in the middle. She only eats tuna on toast. See, I told you we were weird.

So - if you wanna have lunch, that's great. Just make sure the sandwiches aren't soggy and that the napkins are dry.

Ahhh.... Garlic...

We had pasta with shrimp, broccoli and garlic for dinner last night. It was delicious.

This morning I awoke with Dragon Breath. My mouth tastes like day old garlic and my breath is vile. I brush my teeth like mad. I swish with listerine. Now I'm really breathing fire!! As I hop into the shower I notice a smell. It is me! My body is spewing garlic from every pore and orifice. OMG! I feel like Pigpen!

As I dry myself with the towel, I notice that I now smell like garlic and Irish Spring.

My day will be filled with mints, gum, and oust!

Playing Games

I have a bunch of ladies coming over on Friday evening for hor's deuvres and a church lady meeting. I need a game to play. Nothing corny - okay, well, not too corny...

I actually have one game, (I can't tell you about it because too many church ladies read this blog and it wouldn't be fair if they knew about it before hand) but I need another one, just in case my first game turns out to be a dud.

Whatcha got?

LBC

Tag is a Game...

This type of game isn't exactly what I had in mind ---

My orders are:

1) Go to Wikipedia
2) In the search box, type your birth month and day but not the year.
3) List three events that happened on your birthday
4) List two important birthdays and one death
5) One holiday or observance (if any)
6) Tag 5 other bloggers to complete


So:

1) Done.

2) Okay.

3) 3 Events:
A) 1798 George Washington transmits the proposed Constitutional amendments (the "Bill of Rights") to the States for ratification
B) 1950 - The comic strip Peanuts by Charles M. Schulz is first published in seven US newspapers.
C) 1996 - The Electronic Freedom of Information Act Amendments are signed

4) Births:
A) King Richard III of England
B) Kelly Ripa, American actress

Death
A) Samuel Adams, American revolutionary leader

5) Holiday:
A) Independence Day in Guinea

6) Tag:
A) You know I don't tag. I can never catch anyone 'cause I'm so slow...

Chaperone? Me?

I have always volunteered to be a chaperone for both children when they go on school field trips. Yesterday's trip has caused me to re-think that.

I arrived at school at the designated time and went to the library as instructed. I saw the same familiar faces we always see at these thing and we exchanged hellos. We were all on high alert as we have never ever been told to go to the library - we've always gone to the classrooms.

My friend K and I were given a list of 13 kids. We knew exactly 3 - our own and one other. This was not good, but we felt that between the two of us, we could keep track of 13 kids. The other parents - all 3 of them - looked a little nervously at their lists. They had the same problem. They didn't know the kids on the lists either. We noticed that the lists were just an alphabetical list of kids split up... No friends with friends... etc.

We were instructed to get on the buses a short time later. As we ascended the steps, we heard chatter. All the kids were on the bus. Excuse me? Parents always get on first or at least with their assigned group. We shuffled some kids around so that we could sit together. We gave one boy a choice - sit with another kid or sit with one of us. He leapt at the opportunity to sit with another kid.

We arrived at the National Building Museum a few minutes late. Our group was supposed to do the self guided tour in the morning and the class after lunch. I got switched around. Whatever.... Then one of our teachers came over and handed us a new list of 22 kids. Huh? I signed up for 6.5 not 11. We now knew 5 kids between us... Did I mention that there were only 4 girls on that list?

Our group went from station to station with our guide. Then we ended up in a classroom where we were supposed to build a model house out of recycled stuff. It was supposed to be energy efficient and designed for a specific part of the country. #1's group got the Northeast. How easy is that?? So, I gave them some hints. One of the girls was amazed at my knowledge. (I'm a walking encyclopedia, you know!!) She looked right at #1 and said, "Wow, she's even smarter than you!" All of a sudden #1 had the respect of his peers. He can't help it that he's smart...

Needless to say, our house was pretty darned good considering it was made from a Fruit Loops box and some construction paper. We even had bamboo flooring because bamboo is a renewable resource, you know...

After lunch, K and I had to keep track of 22 kids. You remember we only know 3. We had 2 who wanted to chase girls from another group. We had one who didn't have a friend in our group who wanted to be in yet another group. We had 4 boys who wanted to use the restroom together - ummm... NO. The self guided tour would have been fine if I had been there with 5 kids - not 22. We saw a few more exhibits, but there was not enough to keep them busy for 2 hours.

We had an hour to kill before the buses were due back. It was the longest hour of our lives. Some of the kids had the worst behavior ever! They were tossing balls, trying to climb walls, rolling around on the floor and being loud. I have a hard time with that kind of behavior. #1 and a group of kids were sitting on the floor chatting - that is fine. A bunch of hooligans were running around and climbing on columns. I asked them if they climbed the walls or ran in their houses. Do you know what they said?? Yes. They said Yes. I told them that I don't allow it in my house and that they were not to run around or climb the walls. Deliver me!!

We boarded the buses at 2:30 and arrived back at school at 4:30 - the traffic was bad and it was snowing. I am supposed to chaperone the trip to Kings Dominion later this spring. I think I may have to reconsider unless they make some serious changes.

LLB and her class are off to Annapolis in a couple of weeks. I'll go because she wants me to go and because she is interested in going to college there. She is excited to see the Academy and eat in the dining hall. I think it sounds like great fun!

If the teachers give me 22 kids - I'll drop dead!

Crazy Pet Tricks

I have a brother-in-law who lives in the great white north. He's a cop - a big guy you wouldn't want to mess with. He's an animal lover to the nth degree. Since I've known him he's had cats, pythons, dogs, iguanas, hamsters, birds, and more. In the past it seemed BIL had a revolving pet door, but that stopped about 8 years ago when he settled down an built his house. He had dogs until recently and at the moment he has two mastiffs, a snake, an iguana, and some hamsters.

BIL is the consummate pet owner. He does everything possible to keep his pets in the lap of luxury. He put a light in the iguana tank a while back to keep the fellow warm. It seems that Mr. Iguana was taking a leisurely drink when the light fell into the water and sort of electrocuted Mr. Iguana. BIL was very upset and prepared to bury his scaly friend in the back yard. As he was preparing to ummm... dump him, Mr. Iguana woke up. Nothing like having your favorite reptile reincarnate! (I'm thinking he may have screamed like a girl.) BIL is obviously thrilled, but was a bit shaken by the whole incident.

The next day, BIL's hamster had babies - many babies. BIL didn't know that he should not touch the babies - why he did not know that, I don't know - even I know that! Anyway, he meant no harm, but he touched the babies. The mother then proceeded to eat the babies' heads off. BIL is now totally traumatized. So far he has almost electrocuted his iguana and caused the death of his hamster brood. What is next for this poor guy??

Along those pet lines, Mr. Bug had a life changing experience yesterday.

He arrived home from dropping the kids at school and pulled the car into the garage as he always does. He pushed the button to lower the garage door and then looked to make sure his car was in far enough - he likes more room in front of the car than behind. When he looked, he saw Marmalade standing under the door - yes the door was descending at a relatively slow rate. He called to Marmalade. Marmalade just stood there and smiled. "Hey, Dad!!"
"Marmalade, come on, you've got to move!!"
Marmalade does not move.
"Dad, I'm very happy right here. I'm half in and half out."
Mr. realizes that he's going to see LLB's favorite cat smooshed by the garage door. He leaps into action - his cape was in the wash so he didn't bother to change into his Super Dad suit.
He dives for the door. The cat still does not move.
Mr. lands on his stomach - arms outstretched - with his hands in fists to stop the door and make it go back up.
The cat is now feeling the door on his back but just shrinks down - he does not run. Super Dad is here to save him!
The door pops back up.
Marmalade looks at Mr. "Thanks, Dad."
Marmalade is fine.
"Marmalade, next time I tell you to move, you've got to do what I say, okay?"
"Hmmm... I'll think about it."
Marmalade then came inside and had a snack. He was not traumatized in the least.
I can't say the same for Mr. He was a bit shaken up.
I've got to get his Super Dad cape out of the dryer.

Good & Bad

Good - Our taxes are done.
Good - We are getting a refund.
Bad - #1 couldn't find his saxophone this morning.
Bad - We tore the house apart - no sax.
Bad - A new sax would cost me close to $2k. Bye bye refund...
Good - It was in the band room. Hello refund!

Did #1 heave a sigh of relief? Oh my gracious, Yes - he could see hours and hours of yard work working off the cost of a new sax in his future. It's not a very pretty picture... I'm sure seeing that sax sitting on the band room shelf swathed in a gold halo was a sight to behold...

Did Mr. and I heave a collective sigh of relief when he found said sax in the band room? Ummm.... YES. Our dreams of new clear, energy efficient, draft free, ladybug free windows that tilt and are easy to clean were almost dashed...

Monday Memories

Monday Memories: Did I ever tell you About Ice Skating? LLB went ice skating with the youth group yesterday. (#1 couldn't go because he had his cotillion instructional dinner.) We arrived at the rink and donned the oh so uncomfortable rental skates. I have never ever had trouble with my skates - these gave me a hot spot on my ankle that was so bad, I can still feel it this morning. LLB returned her right skate for a different one and survived. LLB used to skate 3 times a week when we lived in a place that had a rink on every corner. The last time she skated was 2 years ago. Let me tell you - she forgot nothing. She was as graceful as ever. She zoomed around and thoroughly enjoyed herself. She tells me that when she skates, she feels free - like a bird. She soars. She really does. We just live too far away. It's an hour drive when there is no traffic... It can be more than 2 hours if there is traffic... She misses her ice time. I can see it in her eyes... So - tell me - Any of you know how I can get someone to build or even consider investing in a rink out here in the ding dang woods? I know that if we build it, they will come. There's a lot of money in ice... LadyBug Click here for the Monday Memories Code, Blogroll, Graphics, & Other Information View More Monday Memories Participants Trackbacks, pings, and comment links are accepted and encouraged!

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Band Aid

Today I chaperoned our middle school band - the 7th and 8th graders. They were participating in a District Festival or something like that.

We arrived at school at 7am. Yes, that was mighty early for a Saturday morning...

I checked in the kids on my bus and handed out their personal baggies of bow ties and cumberbunds. It never ceases to amaze me when the kids ask if they should put on said items. I always want to say something like, "no, I gave it to you so you can shove it up your butt" or "no, just sit and look it".

We arrived at the school and went to the location where the kids leave their cases and coats. They were supposed to put their instruments together and sit tight. They were also told not to play. As a matter of fact, the director told them, "Don't play." Could he have said it any more clearly?

The kids can't help it. The minute they get their instruments together it goes immediately to their lips and they honk. We spent the next 20 minutes saying, "Don't play." From there the kids went to the warm-up room and then the stage.

As the kids took the stage, they had presence - they went from goofy kids to real musicians. They were alert. They were attentive. They were - dare I say it - professional. Their director approached the podium and they snapped to. The kids played their hearts out! They were perfect! Every rhythm was right on! The dynamics were perfectly executed! (We chaperones and parents cheered and whooped! I'd say we adequately embarrassed our offspring.)

The kids went from the stage to the sight-reading room. They were not allowed to talk or play in there. And they DIDN'T!! We were shocked! They did exactly as they were told. They had 7 minutes of perfect silence (Yes - I know... Your jaws are slack... so were ours as we watched the whole thing unfold). After the seven minutes of silence, the director lifted his hands and the instruments went up. The kids took a collective deep breath and started to play. It was really really good!!

They scored perfect 1's across the board! They rank Superior.
Our middle school band teacher is doing something - make that everything - right!!

Friday Feast

Appetizer
What is your usual bedtime? Do you like that, or would you rather it be different?
Depends... Sometimes 10pm, sometimes 11pm.... I like to go to bed early. I can't stay up that late.

Soup
When it comes to advice, do you give more or receive more?
Probably equal...

Salad
Describe a memorable meal you've had.
Just last weekend, we had seafood newburgh over at the Grandbugs'. Yummy!!

Main Course
Name a work of fiction that affected the way you think about something.
The Miraculous Adventure of Edward Tulane. It's a children's book and I just love it.

Dessert
What is your favorite type of fruit juice?
Anything with banana and/or guava. I also enjoy a good champagne and oj - does that count?

Snow

Do you know what this means?
No school - again today.

I have a ton of chores that need to be done today. I think child labor is in order...

Frustration...

I had a meeting at my church last night. I am a member of our vestry (similar to an administrative board). This is my first year and second meeting. I came from another denomination, so the way this church works is new to me and is often extremely frustrating.

I am a very busy person. I work - I am the office manager at the ballet studio and I teach handbells twice a week. I was recently asked to be on the AGEHR Board - which I agreed to do because this is something I've wanted to do for quite a while. (They still have to vote on me, but I really hope I get picked.) I am a member of our local PTO - I don't go to many of the meetings, but I help out with a lot of their programs. I am a member of our church's handbell choir, youth board, ECW, and festival committee (I'm in charge of crafters this year.) Oh - and I have two children I cart from activity to activity, help with homework, love, nurture, and feed (ok - so I only feed when Mr. Bug is out of town, but still -- it counts).

So I'm sitting at this meeting. There was something going on, but I couldn't pin point exactly what. We finished the business portion of the meeting - some of that annoyed me, but... whatever. Then it was time for the pastor's report. She brought us away from the table and sat us in comfy chairs. Then we basically got a slap on the wrist for not attending Ash Wednesday services. Huh? Excuse me? I had no idea that this was a day of obligation. I'm not Catholic. I don't like the idea of ashes on my forehead on a good day. It seems that none of the vestry members went to any of her 2 services - one at 7am and one at 6pm. That said, the morning service had a few people and the 6pm family service was well attended.

Do you know where I was on Ash Wednesday? Let me tell you...

I took the children to school, did laundry, went to a late lunch with my parents and my sweet Mr., taught my class until 3:35, picked up the children and went to the nursing home with their Leadership Club so they could distribute valentines and flowers that they didn't get to distribute because of snow days, drove them home and dropped them off with Mr to feed at 6pm (okay - so he feeds them better and more often...), turned right around and went to the PTO meeting (that started at 6 - I was late) I absolutely couldn't miss (this was my first attendance in over a year), attended a seminar on test anxiety, came home, and did a few items that had to be done for the festival. By then it was 10:30 and I fell into bed. Did you see dinner in there for me? No... me neither, but I had that late lunch so I wasn't all that hungry anyway.

Oh and I'd already been at a church meeting on Monday night and I have bells on Thursdays. Never mind that I rarely - if ever - miss a Sunday -- that's Adult Sunday School and the service, thankyouverymuch.

Was I fit to be tied when I got reprimanded for not being at the service? You betcha! Sorry honey, but my children come first. Most people - including our priest - think my children are well mannered, smart, and all around terrific kids. That doesn't happen by osmosis. That all takes a ton of time, effort, and discipline.

Did I tell her off? No, but I wanted to...

Am I still annoyed? Ummm.... yup.

What am I going to do about it? I dunno yet. You got any suggestions?

My Super Hero

Mr. and I were going to the dump and then to lunch. (We live large around here!)
He had forgotten his cell phone in the house and leaped out of the car to fetch it. When he returned, he was running - super athlete style -- you know... cool - like to show off for me.
When he got back into the car I told him that I thought he was quite the athlete as I batted my eyelashes.
His response, "I'm the 6 dollar man... actually I'm the 6 dollar and 59 cent man."
I'm still giggling...

Memememeeeee

I scarfed this Meme from someone yesterday, but I can't remember who. LOL!!
You are supposed to answer in 3 words or less. I tried. I really really tried.

01. Where is your cell phone? car
02. Boyfriend/girlfriend? husband
03. Hair? brown and wavy
04. Your mother? next door
05. Your father? ditto #4
06. Your favorite item(s)? wood stove, computer, a/c
07. Your dream last night? I dunno
08. Your favorite drink? mimosa
09. Your dream guy/girl? my Mr. Bug
10. The room you are in? family room
11. Your fear? hmmm...
12. What do you want to be in 10 years? right here
13. Who did you hang out with last night? Mr. Bug
14. What are you not? blond, dumb, perfect
15. Are you in love? oh yes!
16. One of your wish list items? new windows
17. What time is it? 8:45 am
18. The last thing you did? took children to school
19. What are you wearing? lots of fleece
20. Your favorite book? too many to list
21. The last thing you ate? steak sub - homemade
22. Your life? good
23. Your mood? happy
24. Your friends? enough
25. What are you thinking about right now? gotta pee
26. Your car? Honda CRV
27. What are you doing at this moment? typing
28. Your summer? busy
29. Your relationship status? happily married for 17.5 years
30. What is on your TV screen? nothing
31. When is the last time you laughed? this morning
32. Last time you cried? I dunno
33. School? yes... have an MEd

So, what else do you want to know?

Gettin' Stoned

This is our driveway.


The driveway is getting stoned today!
Yippee!

Fire In The Hole!

UPDATE:
An eccentric old lady decided to futz with the voting. It seems she wanted to even things out... Why? I dunno... maybe her husband was losing because his chili was not as good as Mr. Bug's... But anyway, at the last tally, Mr. was in first place and my friend JW was in second.


Today is the Chili Cook-off to benefit Habitat!

Mr. Bug has made his world famous chili and is entering it in the cook-off today.

Mr. takes such pride in his chili - I sure hope he wins. He even made corn bread to go with it!! Everyone who eats his chili loves it.

Except me.
I serve chili.
I sniff chili.
I feel chilly.
I don't eat chili.
It smells wonderful, but all those beans make me gag!

Friday Feast

Appetizer
What does the color pink make you think of?
LLB - It's her favorite color.

Soup
Name something you thought you had lost, but later found.
My English teacher.

Salad
In 3 words, describe this past week.
Busy, busy, busy

Main Course
What are you obsessed with?
Hmm... not much...

Dessert
What kind of perfume or cologne do you like to wear?
Diorissimo by Christian Dior - It's hard to find, but I love it!

Perfect Post

My Perfect Post award goes to:
Kim over at I wasn't always like this...

She made me laugh so hard I cried and spewed soda out my nose... so she wins!
Go give her some love!!

Pass the gas mask...

I took the children to school this morning.
Mr. Bug is insistent that they leave at exactly 7:50 when he drives. I never understood why until today.
We left about 45 seconds later than we usually do - 45 seconds later than we should have.
I cruised up the road and noticed a bus ahead of me.
I didn't think much of it. Another bus pulled infront of him at one of the cross streets. Then, when we were stopped at our one and only traffic light, I noticed a third bus in front of that one.
Then it hit me - That oh so wonderful aroma of diesel in the morning. But today it was so much more pungent. The air was thick with it. Mmmm.... carbon monoxide for breakfast... yumm...
I glanced in the rear view mirror.
I was the fluff in the middle of a 6 bus sandwich.

Tomorrow, we leave at 7:49.