these pretzels are making me thirsty

ahh ha. It is sunday, and somehow I have found 5 minutes of peace. It's a bit relieving actually.

I found out today that this summer I'm losing my only two active girls in my Val10 class. That means I'm left with 8 active smelly-farty boys.

I got a bunch of books to read for this spring/summer. Sunny's The Ranger's Apprentice looks a little sketchy but I'm willing to go on faith.

I got my hair cut--only two inches. I'm weak; I wanted to cut it all. I've had long hair for too long. I need ponytail hair for the pool: this was my weak defense. I committed to shorter hair next time. We'll see if I'm brave.

I blew it last night with Aaron; I hope he forgives me.

I'm slacking on some of my goals, I need a kick forward.

Two weeks till swimsuit season: four pounds to go. I don't think I'm going to make it...it will be close, we'll see.

Writer's Group this week: I need to get my query together.

you say it's your birthday, it's my birthday too

thirty-four.

yikes, I'm climbing the charts. On our ride to school this morning, Lauren was quite concerned that I didn't have loads of presents and balloons waiting for me at breakfast. "Don't you wish you were a kid and got lots of presents and toys? [thinking] Well I guess adults get to go on dates till really late, and they can have extra dessert if they want it and they get to snitch. That's not so bad."

I think it's a pretty good deal. Aaron comes home tonight from a trip and we have plans for tomorrow and then on Saturday I get to escape: haircut, and then a magical trip to B&N with a fat gift certificate.

So what's on the menu for today:
Buying paint. I finally figured out what I want to do with Morgan and Ava's room. It is going to be purple, let's hope I chose wisely.

Cleaning up for book club. Yup, I'm hosting tomorrow and I need to mop. (It is a birthday miracle. ) We read The #1 Ladies Detective Agency. It was light and enjoyable but towards the end I felt like I had watched an African Murder She Wrote marathon. I'm still trying to figure out how it is literary and not commercial, like it claims it is. Maybe book club will provide some insight.

Beating my children. No. But I kinda wanted to after yesterday. They were hell cats. I begged them to be good today...so far, okay.

Buying a cake. Not for my birthday but for Lauren's school carnival. I'm sure they want homemade, but I'm not in the mood.

I know, it's a birthday wish list of to-dos. I am one lucky cat. May I (and anyone I come into contact with) survive the day.

He'll keep calling me, He'll keep calling me, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go.

Today is a rigorous effort in ridiculousness. And yet, here I am still trying. I know other people experience this; but knowing you're not alone doesn't help the ridiculousness. It actually just feels more absurd.

Don't fight it.

No I have to. I'm too stubborn to lose.

I'm mark walberg, I produce entourage; say hello to your mutha for me

ah yes, another mother's day come and gone. It's true; I need them; I need the sleep. And Aaron is gratefully doing the dishes while I spew my thoughts onto the web.

It has been a whirl of a weekend. Bryn turned 5: nuts. We threw her a huge party at Monkey Bizness, and a treasure hunt to her birthday gift of a art easel w/ supplies. She was more than excited and twinkled all day. Sometimes I worry that I'm creating mini Ryans with the birthday blasts (my brother over loves his birthday and pouts if it is a smidge less than uber fab) or maybe I'm just over compensating for years of a personal birthday curse (ages 7 -18). Seriously, the twins broke their arms (on separate years) on my birthday, multiple people have thrown up at parties/dinner, and a slew of other regrettable events--I've always hated my birthday and counted it good if it passed without any major catastrophes.

So today, Aaron gratefully took my Val 10 class to sharing time so I could sneak into Relief Society. It is really great to go and actually feel the spirit, instead of bust kids for talking, farting (oh yeah, the boys in my class stink up our tiny classroom every week--it is misery times 7 active boys...stinky swiny boys), hitting, and whatever else. Today I am incredibly grateful that I have 4 girls. The girls made me sweet little cards. Lauren wrote "my mom is buttiful" and Bryn wrote "my mom is smart because she wears dresses."

Plus, Aaron made me fondue for dinner; who doesn't love cheese and chocolate?

But the best news of all came from my sister(in-law), Alys: she's pregnant with her first. I can't wait to see her little person.

All right, on with another week. cheers.

I bought a JuiceTiger, I juice everything now

It's not a Tiger but I did buy a juicer--nothing crazy, just a little hand one. So it is official: I'm really old and I'm too tired to care. I've held off buying a juicer because my hands are strong enough to squeeze whatever juicing needs I've had...until now. Limeade is too tedious by squeezing wedges. [Lament.]

I don't know why a juicer is such an old person thing to me, but it is. Both my mom and mother-in-law have juicers and juice lots of random fruits and vegetables. Why is it that when we get old we want all our fruits and veg to be drinkable? Is that why there's V8? Does V8's love group consist of mainly 50+ somethings? I bet it does. Aaron's mom bought V8 for everyone last time she was here. [bleeeah.]

swine juicer.

who is this hermano?

My brother is silly.

He's a good man for trying.