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Creepy or Cute?

Friday, August 28th, 2009
Matilda at Pop's funeral. By Mark Thomas.

Matilda at Pop's funeral. By Mark Thomas.

What do you think? Creepy or cute?

Tiller Tonight

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

“Mama? See that shadow over there? By my CD player? It looks like Darth Vader.”

Geez. Way to creep me out, Tills. Wait till I am under my covers before you say stuff like that.

Come Sail Away

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

In case you were wondering why I have forsaken writing for video, Todd got an awesome Vado video camera for Father’s Day. I have taken it over. I LOVE it. Hence all the video of late.

This song, though, has deeper meaning for me now. I heard it in the car when I went to meet my Dad on the day that my Grandfather died. Somehow, it seems like Tiller picking it up as a recent favorite is The Universe telling me to write what I should have written a month ago.

Yes, Universe. I am going to write it.

Johnson Family Comedy Hour

Monday, August 24th, 2009

I think I mentioned how the kids’ Knock Knock joke skills are horrendous. . . Here’s the proof:

Tutu Redux

Friday, August 21st, 2009

By popular demand, (okay, an aunt and a couple of Grandmas), here is the video I have so far of the Tills in a tutu. . . .

This first one is Tiller and her class in the hallway at the rec center, getting some water. Kind of boring at first, but you get to see Ms. D, the bigger-than-life trashy, bleached blonde sixty-something woman, who teaches the class. She is wearing the I Love New York shirt. The first time I met her, she was dressed like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. My neighbor said one time she taught the class wearing a “Roofers do it on top” shirt. Effin’ awesome!

I need to work on my camera skills, but it was the first time I’ve used this camera. . . . This is Tills leaving class to go to the car.

And one more on the way to the car. Really, this is all about the tutu. If you have ever met Tiller, you will realize that her in a tutu is about as funny as me in a tutu.

I Want to be an Elephant

Friday, August 21st, 2009

Tiller: [Crying and arching her back on the couch.]
Me: “Baby, what is it?”
Tiller: “I want to be an elephant!!!!” [More crying.]
Me: [Under my breath.] “Good luck with that.”
Me: [Aloud] “Why do you want to be an elephant?”
Tiller: “I want to be able to pick stuff up and pour it on my head!”

What’s Up with Me

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

Not sure how I always end up so overwhelmed in the Fall. For one thing, school starts at the beginning of August, which, in my head, is still summer. So it catches me off guard.

  • Rollie is in school, and he has his first cold of the school year. It is the second week of school. I also have his first cold of the school year.
  • Tiller doesn’t start for another couple weeks. (I think. Guess I should check on that.)
  • I am volunteering at Rollie’s school, writing the monthly newsletter for the entire school (with a co-chair, thank god.) I also help with Literary Guild once a week.
  • The kids are gearing up for Fall extracurriculars – Both kids did well in soccer last year, so they are both playing again this fall. That means a weekly practice for Rollie, Rollie’s game on Saturdays, and Tiller’s on Sundays. (Tiller’s consists of running around, dancing on the field, drawing in the dirt, and lots and lots of crying.)
  • I am trying to up my mileage a bit to train for the Half at Thanksgiving. So far, ankle is holding up well, and it is just me being out of shape from over a month off my feet after the ankle sprain. I am also doing weight watcher’s at the same time, which makes for a ravenous Annie. Oh, and I am still growing out the dyed hair, hoping to go gray. It is getting more and more noticeable. I know. I still need to post some pics. Will do that one of these days.
  • Tiller started ballet and tap last week. Anyone who knows Tiller can probably imagine how humorous this event is. So, we are running around looking for tap shoes and leotards and ballet slippers. I am mostly wondering how I got myself into the whole mess in the first place.
  • And Rollie is playing baseball (well, t-ball) for the first time. It scares me to death, watching him walk around with a baseball bat. So many heads to crack, so little time. Should be interesting to watch, though. He seems to like to play and is very coordinated.
  • Todd is working his rear off, which is good in this economy, but makes for a stressed-out Todd and a single Mama Anne. I honestly don’t know how you single moms do it. Hats off to you. Todd will get the weekend off and then starts yet another job next week.
  • I am still crafting a complaint to file with Dekalb County schools concerning their botched Magnet lottery system, and especially, the beeyotches that run the program.
  • The car needs to be serviced, the basement is gearing up for renovations, which we are doing ourselves. I am taking a floor-laying class this Saturday. And in the midst of it all, my parents are cleaning out Pop’s house, having a garage sale this weekend, and trying to find a house in Atlanta.
  • Busy Fall.

    Saturday Morning Cartoons

    Saturday, August 15th, 2009

    Some things don’t change. I like that.

    WAHM Perks

    Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

    So, I bitch a lot about staying at home with my kids. It is exhausting being a stay-at-home mom, and even more difficult when you work from home. I don’t work a ton of hours, but I do some freelance Technical Writing, editing, etc. Just a little something to keep me current, and to bring in a little extra dough.

    Sometimes, though, I am reminded of how lucky I am, even though I don’t make a ton of money, and it usually takes me twice as long to do things as it would if I had no kids “helping me.”

    Like this morning, for instance. I was editing a ColdFusion test, and decided to take a break. When I say, “decided” i mean that the kids came upstairs and starting trying to kill each other, and I thought I should distract them. I had just the thing.
    PJs, Paper Planes
    Prince, Princess, Kandinsky Ripoff
    I need to remind myself every so often that the Work-at-Home-Mom (WAHM) job description includes such awesome perks as:

  • Working in PJs until lunchtime
  • Opportunity to expand knowledge of paper airplane design, engineering, and manufacture
  • Occasional payment in Art
  • Not too bad.

    A Tale of Two Sweets

    Sunday, July 12th, 2009

    We took the kids for ice cream this afternoon. Oddly, Rollie wanted a Sprite instead. Todd and I decided we’d all share a bigass rice krispie treat, too.

    Tiller went for the ice cream (birthday cake) and a handful of rice krispie treat, too. Sometimes it was hard for her to decide which to bite from. . . .

    I am feeling ungrateful and babyish today. I love my kids. They are fun. But I miss the trips with leisurely walks, and less argument, less potty emergencies. I miss strolling around, stopping for a coffee or a beer. I miss perusing bookstores for an hour at a time, and window shopping, and not having to have a destination or a time schedule.

    I know I will have it again someday. I just mourn it sometimes. And it is hard to stay dissatisfied when they look this happy.