Couldn’t sleep last night – ended up staying up til 3AM. Woke up at 730. Managed to go back to bed and rest until 830 when the folks pulled in.
Dad’s first words when he came in: “So, what exactly did you do the entire week we were gone?”
My answer: “Well, obviously, not a damn thing.”
It went downhill from there. I won’t bore you with the details.
I need a nap.
It’s still Tuesday!
Does anyone realize bird feet are a good source of gelatin?
Yeah, I’m the naked big girl 
If I’ve shown truckers 10 pounds of pressed ham under glass, I think I could handle the neighbors
if you’re having a crappy day, something like this will ALWAYS happen.
They’ve all got to be RIGHT. ON. MY. LAP. and it’s making me NUTS!
Mom and Dad are going to be home at 6AM tomorrow, and I want the house as close to perfect as we can get it…and Alannah wants to wait until after the boys are asleep??!!?? before she works on that disaster area minefield bedroom of hers. In my estimation, she’ll fall asleep midway through cleaning it.
I need to go to the grocery store and pick up a few things.
It’s 3:30 and I haven’t had any COFFEE!!!!!!
I was trying to help a friend setup a blog earlier today, and couldn’t get it set up. It annoyed me profoundly. I’m still working on this (it’s a MySQL connection problem) and I already KNOW it’s probably something stupid that I’ve missed.
I was driving by a local church, and saw this message on their sign:
True love sees through a telescope, not a microscope.
I thought to myself, “SELF!!!! That sounds like **Slogan Christianity at its finest!.” So I came home and whipped out the trusty dictionary to see if I could ascertain the actual meaning of the phrase.
tel?e?scope
n.
An arrangement of lenses or mirrors or both that gathers visible light, permitting direct observation or photographic recording of distant objects.
Any of various devices, such as a radio telescope, used to detect and observe distant objects by their emission, transmission, reflection, or other interaction with invisible radiation.v. tel?e?scoped, tel?e?scop?ing, tel?e?scopes
v. tr.
To cause to slide inward or outward in overlapping sections, as the cylindrical sections of a small hand telescope do.
To make more compact or concise; condense.v. intr.
To slide inward or outward in or as if in overlapping cylindrical sections: a camp bucket that telescopes into a disk.
SO! According to that definition:
True love sees through [ (n) an arrangement of lenses or mirrors or both that gather visible light, permitting direct observation of distant objects]
OR
True love sees through [ (v) to make more compact or concise; condense.]
Right. I am guessing from the general tone of the Slogan that they wish to use telescope in it’s verb form. Unfortunately, that makes for horrible grammar. ONWARD!
mi?cro?scope
n.
An optical instrument that uses a lens or a combination of lenses to produce magnified images of small objects, especially of objects too small to be seen by the unaided eye.
An instrument, such as an electron microscope, that uses electronic or other processes to magnify objects.
In summary:
True love sees through [to make more compact or concise;condense] not a(n) [optical instrument that...produce magnified images of small objects...]
To conclude:
Wouldn’t it be easier and make more sense if they said “True love minimizes, not magnifies”? That way, the verb form is being used on both sides of the statement. However, using the verb form cries out for a qualifier. Specifically, WHAT is true love minimizing not magnifying?
**Slogan Christianity: a phrase I use in reference to Christians who have an affinity for slogans and use them in excess to the detriment of their message.
LunaNi?a.com | Unconscious Mutterings: Week 70
I slept little, but well. I made pancakes for breakfast (always a hit) and then dumped the toybox out on the floor so the boys would be occupied while I wrote.
So, what was the point of those mad mad posts? A few things:
1. This weekend is the first time that I’ve been completely without backup. The parents are out of town, and I sent Alannah on a weekend getaway with my cousin’s family. I wanted to record it for posterity 
2. Outside of Dan whapping his toe and my stepping on the lightbulb, the day wasn’t all that different from a normal day for me. This didn’t occur to me until I reread the posts, though.
3. Housewives *still* get no respect from the general public. If I periodically keep a record of my day, it reminds me that I’m not mooching or “sittin’ around eating bon-bons”.
So, I’m off to finish the things I didn’t get done yesterday. It’s a nice cool day out, so we may go to the park and run around screaming or something to that effect.
After my blog entry, I realized I was getting nothing *done* so I threw down the emergency brake. We went outside on the back porch and the boys played in the setting sun (and mosquitoes) while I emptied the kiddy pool and scrubbed it. Then I threw them in the tub to get cleaned up, and now Joe’s officially asleep. I haven’t eaten dinner, but I am really not hungry. I may slurp some soup later – like after I’m through cleaning. I still have to
unload and load the dishwasher
put the stovetop back together
sweep and mop the floor
laundry (daily load)
and after that I’ll take another break to put Daniel to bed. If I’ve still got this second wind thing going on, I’ll
finish folding laundry
sort through the toyboxes
sweep and mop the livingroom
Welcome to my weekends
10PM update – forget the rest. I’m too whupped.
I dunno what time Joe actually woke this morning, but we crawled out of bed at 7:30 and it’s been nonstop ever since. We had breaky, I unloaded/loaded the dishwasher. Didn’t come clean, so I ran it again. Finished cleaning up the kitchen, grabbed Joe and started folding clothes. As I folded, I realized we’re out of dipers, so we went to the store. Came home from the store, made lunch. Fed Dan and Joe, put Joe down for a nap. Started putting away groceries, and Joe woke. Plop him and Dan in front of a movie so I could eat lunch – got halfway through my burger, and Joe decided he wanted to be held.
Are YOU tired yet?
Finish eating my burger with Joe yanking my hair, then go into the bedroom to read the boys a story and try to get them to have some quiet time. Dan decided he didn’t want to hear stories, so he got up and ran out of the room. Only….when he ran past the bottom corner of his bedframe, he whapped the holy HELL out of his toe – split the little baby toenail straight down the middle. Got him quieted down and a spoonful of ibuprofen in him to help with the swelling, and walk into the bedroom to pick Joe up off the bed. Take a step and
POP!!!!! I step on the lightbulb Dan so helpfully left in my floor. I’m not hurt, I stepped on it squarely. Plop Joe back onto the bed, get the vacuum cleaner and suck up all the glass shards. Then Dan got up and decided he wanted to help vacuum. Fortunately, his toe isn’t bleeding anymore, and now he’s “helping” put away the “toiwet paper” by putting the whole package in Alannah’s room. As he was doing that, he stepped on a parasol toothpick left over from Alannah’s birthday party (she’s in twubble now!) and got a hard poke in the same toe.
