Nathan woke up fussing a bit ago and so now I am awake and I can’t turn off my brain. Specifically the part where we are looking at record high temperatures this week. And zero chance of snow in the foreseeable future. Today I noticed six new buds on my rose next the garage door. Wrong! Then the aspen trees caught my eye. They are budding. In November! I want cold. I want snow. I want to need to wear my new chocolate brown wool coat - even if I’m the only one who adores it.
Next year? I’m not having the sprinklers blown out, the screens pulled off the windows and the storm windows put on, or having the evaporative cooler winterized until at least Thanksgiving. Or maybe Christmas. No, better yet, maybe we just won’t do it at all! Ha! Stupid weather.
: wanders off muttering (Sleep. I just need some sleep and then I can stop obsessing about the weather. Sleep.)
David stopped for gas on the drive home tonight:
Never ever thought we would see below $2 again. Ever.
with the Presidential results, the Hate propositions on the state ballots are making me sad. And angry. One step forward. Two steps back.
We did it! He won! I can sleep soundly tonight - for my future and for that of my son. (My son who spent the day practicing saying “Obama” and proudly pointing to the Obama logo on my shirt!) Thrilled! Ecstatic! Hopeful!
Ps. Kori - I wore the sticker until Nathan took it and wore it. Thanks! 8-)
Major Owen Hunt on Grey’s? HOT. Freakishly hot.
Yesterday Nathan and I were practicing Trick or Treat. I’d get him to hold out his little plastic pumpkin and then I’d drop a candy bar into it. He’d take it out, look at it, smile widely, and then hand it back to me. Rinse and repeat. Finally though he decided I wasn’t passing out the goods fast enough. He tossed his pumpkin on the floor and grabbed the bowl full of candy. He then proceeded to hold the bowl up high and dump the contents on the playroom floor. What happened next? Well, let’s just say he is my son; he threw himself down on the floor and rolled around in the chocolate. Finally, proof! After learning he despises cheese of any kind and would prefer a green bean to butter brickle ice cream, we finally have proof he is my own flesh and blood! Huzzah!
The actual Trick or Treating brought in exactly four pieces of candy. Two were given to Kori and I split the other two between Ella and Claire. Nathan was more interested in running down the street with his little puppy dog tail wagging or handing people back the candy they had just given him that there wasn’t really anything to do but exclaim over and over that we have the cutest child ever born. Ever.
And we are off!
I gots a peanut butter cup. I don't know what it is, but I gots it just the same.
I think I might be tired of this Halloween thing, please. Thank you.
I sat down tonight with our state’s Blue Book (Hi Jess & Kori!) and my ballot and voted. Phew. 18, that’s right EIGHTEEN, state initiatives seems a big excessive to me. And time consuming. I found myself wavering all over the political map. Down with greedy business! No handouts just for sake of handing it out! Labor unions bad! Education good! Oh, and get the hell out of my uterus!! I wish they included the “I voted” sticker in with my ballot. I miss my sticker.
I ordered Obama lawn signs several weeks ago. A few minutes after pressing the go button on the order my phone rang. I think that was the first call to the new house actually. It was the Obama campaign letting me know that the signs were back ordered. I asked for an ETA and she didn’t have one. I asked if they would be here before the election she laughed and said that it would be stupid to send them after everyone had voted. A long time went by. My credit card had been charged. I called the campaign and got the run around. I finally called the national office and said that while I didn’t mind making a donation - I really didn’t think I should get stiffed for the expedited shipping. They agreed and said there wasn’t anything they could do. So I called the credit card company. Three days later my signs showed up. An aside, my next door neighbor ordered her signs with regular shipping before I ordered mine and she STILL doesn’t have them. Long story long - getting my signs was expensive and a lot of work!
I gave my neighbor one of my signs and I proudly displayed the others in my front yard. Until last night. SOMEONE STOLE ONE OF MY SIGNS! Loser! And here is the kicker: had they just rang the bell and asked, I would have happily given it to them - just like I did for the kid tonight who was coming back from the Hilary Clinton rally. He was caught up in the excitement and the “history making” and thought he’d ring and see if I might part with one of the two signs in the yard. I told him he could have one as long as he made sure he, and everyone he knows, votes.
That other person? The one who just stole my sign in the middle of the night? You’re a loser!
It only fell for a little while, but a few minutes ago I saw the first snowflake of the season. I just happened to be outside pulling in the plants from the front porch and one flake fell right before my face. I looked around and soon more followed. Enough wee flakes that I was able to run back in the house and get David so he could see too. It seems to have stopped for now, but the first flake was magical.