Sweet Dreams Are Not Made Of This

I have been wanting to speak out about this book for awhile. What kind of parent drives a pickup with an extension ladder to break into her grown son's home in the middle of the night? I find this story incredibly depressing, what with the themes of aging and death. My children find it downright frightening. The other night we all kind of laughed about how ridiculous it was as I read it aloud to them, and yes, they did chuckle heartily when, a few minutes after "lights out" I came crawling back into their room on my hands and knees... But shortly thereafter there was some quiet crying and "Mommy, you scared us." And finally, "can you take that book out of our room?"

Very disturbing indeed. In conclusion, a good vibrator is better on the nightstand than this book...any night of the week.

If only I were loved warts and all...

Says my six-year-old...

"You are so mean! I don't understand why Daddy picked you to get married."

Well, the lazy days of jigsaw puzzles are over as I'm off to the pediatrician to have the wee one's mysterious rash diagnosed. Then it's my turn to see the M.D.--a wart removal. (not genital--I like to let those flourish). Let's just call it a dermatological doozy of a day! Have a dandy one!

Finally...some "me" time

I tell you, could life be any more stressful? I thought I wouldn't be blogging again until after the long weekend, but alas, I have been working like a DOG and have accomplished my main objective for the week: to complete the 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle before the cleaning people come on Friday. (Wouldn't want them to miss dusting the table top!) So talk about stress... Well, mission accomplished, and here I am. Now that the hard work is done, I'm going to take some time to be good to Irene and just relax...

But I tell you, it's hard to really kick back and relax when I wander over to Suburban Warrior, and find they're bashing me...as usual. Saggy boobs and what not. Well, let me tell you about a recent news item that caught my attention. My ears really perked up when I heard the fabulous news that silicone has now been approved for implants. (There had been a moratorium on the use of silicone and one wanting implants had to go w/saline, which apparently is a tad inferior.) This is just wonderful, so I'm so glad I wasn't hasty w/the surgery. Now Irene can have the best value for her money. I'm sure you will agree that this is wonderful news.

OK folks. As I've made clear, I'm a very busy woman. I will catch up with you cats later.

Cool Your Jets, Mean Girls!

Girls, girls... While Irene does enjoy a good cat fight, I really must put an end to the ugliness. Ginger, I don't know what's gotten into you. (Where have you been hiding until now?) But you are entitled to your say. And you who criticize Ginger, you sound as if you know so much about her... REVEAL! REVEAL! I would love to uncover Ginger's true identity. I find her most entertaining.

So people, how's the New Year going? Over here at the rambler we are having a good one. Guess what? My kids love video games. DS, XBOX. It's all we do! I bought a box of Krispy Kreme donuts today and rented an XBOX game from Blockbuster. I have not heard a peep for almost 10 hours. I am actually only joking, although I did buy donuts... The game that we really love (me especially) is BLINK! Have you played? It is a game of quickness, and boy, is it ever fun. I am champion of the house, and like Boggle, I feel I possess a special gift for this game.

On the nightstand... A new vibrator. Just kidding. "The Life of Pi," highly recommended by a good friend. While I found it slow at the start, this has turned into a wonderful read. I highly recommend, though you have probably read it because I understand it was popular years ago. (This is what happens when you rely on the public library for your literature.)

Went ice skating yesterday and am suffering sore muscles as a result. The eldest was attending a birthday party at the rink, so I thought it would be fun to take the middle child skating at the same time. I supported his little body 100% for about 50 laborious laps. Talk about a workout for the core. My goodness. The heating pad is currently draped around my shoulders.

Well, friends, I bid you adieu and wish you a fine week. I will be ultra busy, so don't expect a blog out of me until the King's bday.