Sidda is in the third row from the bottom, under the stars. My camera really couldn't handle the zoom but so cute anyway.

I will still not admit that she has much in the way of vocal talent, the lyrics could not mean less if the chorus were in Jaberowky (wait... it is...)

but I'm backed into a corner...

this is the best video since Thriller and remove the stupid song and it could be a creepy post modern exhibit at MOMA PS1

so, I am worn down. Lady Gaga has me too... at least a little.

(Though I still think she may just be a computer generated face-bot. I mean she realistically has no distinguishing features.)




so... why is the gold chin thing hot?

Background:

So, Keep in mind my kid's favorite movie is "The Nightmare Before Christmas"

Last night, we came home and there were gummies tucked into the top of our doorknob. I knew they would be there, because Sandy has texted me to let me know she had left them there.

So I said, "Look Sidda, gummies! Sandy brought them."
She look at me scandalized, "Santy came already?!? It's not even Thanksgiving yet!"

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Remember in "Nightmare" he is called "Santy." Also remember I am Southern.

Today:

7:45 AM- Sidda need to be at school
8:15 AM- I have to be at work
8:30 AM- Vet's office opens
9:30 AM- The latest dogs can arrive at vet's office
12:00 PM- Dr's appointment- me
3:00 PM- Sidda needs to be picked up from school
3:30 PM Lee gets off work
3:45 PM- Savannah needs to be picked up from school
5:00 PM- I get off work
5:15 PM- Latest dogs can be picked up from vet (which is 40 minutes from my office at least, in 5:00 Traffic)
5:15 PM- Savannah has to be at swim lessons at Baylor (which is close to neither my office, nor the vet's)
6:00 PM- Savannah gets out of swim lessons

Note that with two people, this is in fact, impossible. Not to mention that both girls/both dogs will not fit in Lee's car in the unlikely event that he was able to get Sidda, Savannah and dogs and get turned around in time to get to swim.

So I'll wave my magic wand (ie- ask my mom to do a bunch of things, because she will, and then I'll feel awful for asking her to do so much) and hope we all get to eat food at some point and that Sidda doesn't freak out because she'll only get to see Savannah maybe an hour with this insanity. It's either that or she can go play but have to watch Savannah get to swim and her not be allowed to, which is just too much to ask of a four year old.

Yes I could've taken the dogs to the vet another day, but honestly, the vet thing is always a nightmare. Neither Lee nor I can ever take them or go get them the hours the office is open.

Today is one of those days to survive. It should be downhill for a few days, from here.

I am so much better than the shit I put up with I cannot even describe.

I now have three Thanksgiving potlucks in the next 5 days that I'm supposed to be bringing dishes to. (This does not include, you know, Thanksgiving.)

DID ANYONE NOTICE I HAVE A JOB AND A KID AND A HUSBAND WHO'S WAY TO BUSY TO COVER FOR MY ASS WHILE I COOK EXTRA FOOD?!!!!!!!!!???

Is every holiday going to eventually grow into a caricature of itself like the stay puft mashmellow man???

The problem is, someone asked me if I was a god,

and I said...

If I don't have your address, you think I've lost it (probably, unless you put it on here for me at one point) or if it's changed (Amber and Tanya, I know yours have so I need new ones!)

please put your address in the comments here. They are locked so only I can see.

Thanks!

Lee posted a little Halloween story here: :)

korrigash.livejournal.com/29142.html

I cleaned out my car!

*trust me- do the wild muppet happy dance here*

We also got a decent amount of housework done this weekend.

I skipped everything. Ok, we made one soccer game, but Lee is sick as a dog and I'm sick of being overbooked so I just quit showing up for shit this weekend. I'll return to the normal frenetic pace, wait...

maybe I will avoid that. It is the dark time.

I'll try. *grin*

anyway,

I'm a fall cleaner, not a spring cleaner. The idea of Santa Clause jamming his fat ass down my chimney and leaving new crap all over the place just puts the fear of something fearful into me and I start madly cleaning.

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Sidda is off this evening fishing with the Bees. The texts from the excursion have been as follows:

Amy: So far she prefers bucket fishing for minnows. *picture of Sidda standing over a bucket with her Barbie fishing pole jammed in it*

me: rofl

Amy: *picture of Sidda and Bradley with a greeting card size fish on the end of Bradley's pole* "It was an accomplishment to get her this close to the fish. She's such a girl. They're having fun together though."

me: Yeah I'm the same way about the whole thing. Good to know she inherited something from me! Were it up to me to kill what we eat, we'd eat a lot of salad.

Amy: If the prey is in a bucket, she'll be a great hunter for you.

me: I'll make a note.

...

This really makes me wonder wtf she was doing to the minnows in the bucket.

I cannot describe to the uninitiated just how weird and unpredictable my child is.
Srsly.

Lee,

I adore you. Thanks for being who you are.

-S

A few observations:

1) Either the economy is fixed, or everyone in the world is window shopping. Under no circumstances should you attempt to navigate Gunbarrel Road at present or I'd guess any time before January. It's hell.

2) Everything at chick fillet tastes like black pepper.

3) I don't really like black pepper.

4) Lee is incapable of getting a cold. He either doesn't get sick at all or he gets THE ZOMBIE FLU MADNESS OF DOOM. No middle ground- completely well or trying to die.

5) Soccer is annoying. I know, I've mentioned this.

6) My head hurts.

7) Putting glass outside and waiting for the recycle fairies, does not appear to work.

(I'm Gonna Eat) On Thanksgiving Day    Laurie Berkner      
Kind & Generous    Natalie Merchant       
Please And Thank You    The Backyardigans   
Linus And Lucy    Vince Guaraldi Trio  
Thank You    Dido   
Albuquerque the Turkey    Rita Mizrahi Shamie    
Grandmother Song    Vienna Teng       
Thank You    Alanis Morissette      
E Eats Everything    They Might Be Giants   
Hanuman    Rodrigo y Gabriela  
This Land Is Your Land    Peter, Paul & Mary    Woody Guthrie  
Love Shines (A Song for My Daughters About God)    Live   
The Wiggles / The Turkey In The Straw    The Wiggles       
What Falls In The Fall?    Laurie Berkner        Whaddaya Think Of That?       
I Am The Truth    Lunar Afternoon   
Over the River and Through the Wood    Rita Mizrahi Shamie Presents   

I hope she likes it

I love this picture of them.

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Tonight we made grilled cheese sandwiches and popcorn (ok and a veggie tray, I'm me) and hot cocoa with Halloween shaped marshmallows in it and watched, "It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown." It's totally over the girls' heads and boring to them in the day and age of 3d cartoons, but darnit, it was a huge part of Halloween to me, I shall inflict it upon them!

I am in desperate need of someone to host Trick or Treaters at my house while we are out Trick or Treating!!! Anyone looking for Halloween entertainment???

EEEE gads...

children will believe whatever they are freaking told.

This makes religion a dangerous and powerful weapon in the hands of adults.

srsly.

So god, flooded the world and put 2x2 animals on an ark to save them... but witches, "aren't real?"

Literal religion is weird.

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anyway, unrelated, we played this board game called "Camp" tonight and it was really great for playing with different aged kids. Seriously one of the best games we've ever owned.

Here's a link:

http://www.campboardgame.com/

He was really my Grandmother's Husband- but the only Grandfather I knew from that side, though I called him "Uncle Bill." My mother was estranged from her father for the most part. I only met her blood-father a few times. Uncle Bill was there through my childhood. He bought the wine for my wedding. Sold Lee his car for way under book a few years ago. I don't know. He was just...


My grandmother is alone in the nursing home now. She's half crazy. She's all that's left of that generation. (I keep forgetting Great-Uncle Gray is dead. That's why you should always have funerals. His was in California so I couldn't go so it's like it never happened. But it did.)

My mom called me at work to tell me. Thrill.
I wonder if work will not approve my bereavment leave because he was an adoptive Grandfather. That would suck. Cause I need to go home and cry, or... something.

I'm glad I didn't tell the universe I couldn't take one more thing last night, because this would just be a kick in the head on that.

It's not. about. me.

( Only a Spoiler to the very very sensitive. Gives nothing Away )

Signed,

Your devoted fans