School's Out For Summer

Forgive me for I have sinned. It has been almost ten days since my last blog post. As my penance for this sinful action , I will recite Dr. Suess's "If I Ran the Circus" twice in a row and I will drink two, no make it three, Bloody Mary's down real fast - right before hand to make it extra tongue-twister-y. MMMmmmkay?

The reason for the lack of post-age is not for lack of fodder (oh , there has been quite a bit)...it's not because I haven't logged on to Blogger or email or Faceboook (I have been reading my roll and commenting some )...it's not because I don't want to (cuz really I do)...It's just that my mind has checked out. I've packed my wit and snark away with the colored pencils and glue sticks and thin-lined Sharpies and awards and certificates and art projects and permission slips and emergency comfort letters and PTA budgets and school plays and 'oh mom- it's your turn to bring brownie bites to the field day told to me the morning of the field day for the entire 4th grade' and all that crap that goes with it.

School's out for summer. Crap.**

**I swear as soon as I can find my wit and snark (I usually don't leave home without them) -I'll be back...Bigger and Badder than ever.

***which shouldn't be too long since I have a whole notebook of stuff just ready to roll.

****I promised a rather risque post and contest and if I don't act quickly, they'll think I don't want it and give it away to someone hornier than you guys ...and lord knows there is nobody hornier than a bunch of bloggers who's kids are on summer vacation and we really need something to "do with all of your free time" (which in and of itself has to be the most annoying question that anyone could ever ask a person who suddenly has some free time and by that I mean that she doesn't have to drive in circles anymore from one school to another or from one after school activity to another who has put like eleventybillion miles on her car in less that a year only driving a 6 mile radius over and over and over again and swears if she had a dollar for every person who asked her what she was going to do with all of her 'free time' she could afford to hire a chauffeur and limo to do the aforementioned schlepping.

*****I just wanted to see if you were still with me and just how many asterisks (aster..i?) she could put after one silly postscript.

Phriday Photo Phiesta

Who's phlying this thing anyway?? We are - that's who! The pilot let us into the cockpit (after a thorough search of Phluffy, the stuphphed dog -of course) and even let Emily turn on the Fasten Seatbelt sign. And he let us take a picture, but only if Mommy came and checked it out. And me, being rather phearful of phlying in general...had to be gently coaxed into that tiny little room with the cajillion buttons with the promise of a Bloody Mary and a nap! Mission Completed!!



And what's with all the phunny spelling? Why it's Candid Carrie's Photo Phinish Phiesta! Go there phor more phun phavorites!!

The One in Which She Wonders ...Is This Thing On??

...cuz I haven't had a lot of visitors these past few weeks. (read: weak posts?)

And Blogger's been sending me all kinds of warnings and Mission Aborted messages when I try to click on some of my regular reads. Maybe the same is happening when regular readers are clicking on me...so they are staying away. Certainly it can not be an indication of my crappy reads lately...Nyahhh. Must be you guys.

Anywho....you want random? You got random.

This is happening and this is big, big, bloggy BIG!

This is happening and this is big, big, bouncy BIG!!

This really happened and it was big, big, Big Bird BIG!! Early Sunday morning, we woke to a thunk. A really loud one. Kid falling out of bed? Minor earthquake? Suction cup of shower squeegie holder un-suction cupped? Nope. Bird being chased by a hawk hits our sliding glass doors followed by the hawk chasing the bird slamming himself wings first into the window. Yes! We have feathers , beak scratch and two little claw prints to prove it! I don't think the hawk got it's breakfast, though...we didn't find any 1/2 eaten bird bits around. I tried to get pictures but they didn't come out clear enough.

The girls took me to see "Up" this weekend. Love, love, loved it! A real story and message behind this film. It's a pleasure to see anything made by those Pixar geniuses. The short film at the beginning was so clever and creative. (can you smell Oscar?) My girls really enjoyed the movie as well. There was one part, though - when the little one totally freaked out. There was a scene where the villian sets the main characters' house on fire . Rachel jumps on to my lap and is wailing "oh no, his house, his memories - where's he gonna live? How's he gonna remember?" She got over it quite quickly, but I found it odd and kind of endearing that she had such compassion and empathy for this 3-D cartoon character. Such a big, big, big heart.

...and I am in the process of putting together Swirl Girl's first ever give-away which is going to be big, big, buzzing BIG ...so tell all of your friends to come visit me {sic} again