Gluttony on the Sabbath

Golden Corral: I am torn. I hate the waste and the gluttony, but I kind of like the spectacle of it - I can think of no better place to people-watch. And, holy cow, they have these coconut chewy things dipped in chocolate ... mmmmmm

And the rolls.

Those rolls are worth the cost of admittance. Except I'm cheap. And lazy.

Behold: the internet knows all the secrets of mankind.

BUT, remember, I'm lazy. I want fresh bread, but I do not want to do all that pushing and folding and mixing and stuff. That's what I have a bread machine FOR.

Except my rolls didn't rise.

(Grrr, pouty face.)

So, I threw some additional warm water, sugar, and yeast together and started the dough cycle again. Then some more flour. And waited some more.

Think it'll work?

Hey, do you know where yeast comes from?

Wonder if there's a recipe for those coconut chocolate things now ...

Funny Things MY Family Says (What a clever title, Brandy)

Dad: Canon, why didn't you close your eyes during the prayer?

Crichton: Because he hates God.

Canon: I don't hate God!

*****

Canon: Jesus is a jerk.

Mom: Why do you say that?

Canon: He keeps making it rain all the time.

*****

Sagan: Mommy's silly.

Mom: Mommy's silly? No, Sagan's silly.

Sagan: No Mommy's silly

(this goes on and on. I think its funny ... so maybe that proves her point)

*****

Dad (referring to mom's clothes): That outfit looks very ... hippie.

Mom: If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.

Dad: What makes you think I wasn't being nice?

Mom: I know how you feel.

Dad: About you or hippes?

Mom: Both.

*****

Canon: Mommy, you have small boobies.

Mom: Yes I do. Thank you.

Canon: Can I touch your boobies?

Mom: Uhhh ... no. Weirdo.

Canon: (lays head on moms chest) I'm touching your boooooobies.

Mom: That's not appropriate.

*****

Sagan: (in mom and dad's bed) I wanna go to bed.

Mom: You're ready to go back to your own bed?

Sagan: Yes.

Dad: Do you want mom or dad to take you?

Sagan: Mom.

Mom: No no no. You want daddy to take you don't you?

Sagan: No. Mommy.

(she's a jerk cuz she both makes it look like she likes mommy better, but really likes daddy better and let him off the hook - thus getting DOUBLE points in daddy's book)

Good Monday Morning (On a Tuesday)

Some moms are great. They get up early, run, shower, get pertied up, fix breakfast, lunch, dinner; all before their little angel poopers can wipe the eye boogers on mommy's shoulder.

Those kind of moms would have researched, applied, and won the charter school lottery the moment they knew which school district their brilliant 8 year old would be residing in (I'm trying to use better grammar ... that last oopsie was a dangling participle; knowing the problem is half the battle).

I don't feel too bad that it's already September 7th and I'm just now looking up the phone number of the closest elementary school to see if Crichton is supposed to go there and what they need from me to get him in. I did make poor Cri go to school all summer long at the Montessori school I was working at back in Utah (2,008 miles away when you take the scenic route through Phoenix, AZ and Roswell, NM). Plus, that school looks a little sketchy ... probably the less days he attends, the less times I have to remind him that while I am not offended by the H-, D-, or most B-words, the M-F-word does bother me a little.

Less blogging and more enrolling.

And Now For Something Pretty Much the Same but Texas-y

So.

Greg got a lovely job offer around the first of August and we hustled our bustles and ended up in Texas around September first.

Crazy.

It took a while for me to get internetted up here, but I'm set now.

Not really sure what I wanna do with my self exactly yet.

The drive out kinda killed me, but I'm recovering. Slowly.

I have to tell you tho, husband dear is getting increasingly censorship-y. "Whatever you write is out there FOREVER." No kidding babe. That's kinda the point. So ... that's hard. Asking permission for every publish kinda sucks the life outta me.

ANYWAY.

Assuming I can get Chairman Roth to grant me 1st amendment rights ... I'll tell ya everything and more. Otherwise, I'll have to appeal to the Texas ACLU ... not sure if we have that here tho ... Texas is kinda weird.