Your children are adorable. You are one lucky mom. Thank you for bringing the whole brood over to our house yesterday. I ate most of the cookies and still have many leftover baked goods to plow through.
You guys are welcome here any time.
Sincerely,
andrea
Today is a writing day for me. I'm on a roll.
Must be the 1.35 minutes worth of running on the spot I did while I was microwaving a cup of hot milk.
Anyway, have a great weekend! Sarah's birthday party is tomorrow. Pictures to come.
p.s. I never got to play the joke on the postmaster. I was going to get in line, and as I approached the counter I was going to blow up a balloon and write an address on it. Then ask her if I could mail it. ;)
a.
<wednesday march 31, 2004>
<updated thurs 12:15 p.m.>
I am having a bit of a time crisis right now. Thankfully I am a very skilled list-maker. As long as I have a list I feel like I'm in control and I will not collapse and/or hyperventilate.
New addition! Supervise Mark assembling the new furniture from Ikea. Drive him to the hospital should he have a cardiac arrest due to faulty instructional text or missing grommets. Completed, but the process can only be described in another entry.
Do my work Contract A. (This is a list in itself.)
Do my work Contract B.
Do my work Contract C.
Figure out bugs in New Software Program so I can work on A, B, C as above.
Clean the house.
Get ready for morning play date here at the house – four children, three adults in attendance. Buy one large coffee cake and try not to eat it before everyone gets here.
Emma's trip to the log farm tomorrow afternoon.
Make/buy/assemble snack for 24 children for log farm trip.
Finish writing Article A for Publication XX. (!)
April Fool's joke on the postmaster? TBD.
Sarah's birthday party coming up (this is YET another list).
Meeting on Thursday for my volunteer group (another list will come out of this one)
Finish the rest of the Banana Cream Pie (homemade by me and Emma) without witnesses.
ARRRRRrrrgh!
<tuesday march 30, 2004 - 9:51 a.m.>
My latest purchase of NYC brand lip gloss in a squeeze tube was a disappointment.
Update: This brand is called "Kiss Gloss." Does this mean that men are irresistibly drawn to my lips? That it acts like some kind of hypnotizing agent?
It is NOT like the NYC sparkle pink roll-on lip gloss (which I love). In fact, this new tube gets a thumbs-down from Mark, who said that locking lips with me was like kissing sticky tape. (Those are his exact words, but I don't think he's actually kissed a roll of tape.)
Make that cherry-flavour sticky tape. And to think they had the nerve to call it "kissable" lip gloss. There could actually be nothing further from the truth.
<sigh>
p.s. One thing I really like about this blog is how I tackle the really big issues, don't you think? :)
a
<sunday
march 28, 2004 - 8:36 p.m.>
I like bacon on my ice cream,
and in my chocolate soup,
I like it in my lemonade,
and on the kitchen stoop.
I like it in the morning, afternoon and night,
I like it 'cause it brings me,
absolute delight.
So,
my Friday meeting went well. I spent a couple days beforehand
(over)preparing for an hour-long presentation about
my work.
Everything
was fine, minus the temperature of the room. It was
so hot, it was like walking into a greenhouse. I drank
two large glasses of cold water and didn't have to pee
once. I must have just sweat it out.
Anyone
wearing heat-sensitive goggles would have seen waves
of heat emanating from half-empty pizza boxes, a dozen
laptops, a projector, 15 bodies, and my face and hands.
I am fairly certain my face was as red as the sweater
I wore. I wish (really, I don't wish) I could have seen
myself. I imagined my cheeks (which are red enough the
rest of the time) glowing like the lights on a Christmas
tree. I cursed my wardrobe choice. I am a Canadian.
I should know by know that the only way to survive in
this country is to dress in layers. Thank god I wasn't
wearing pantyhose. I would have fainted.
I am fairly certain my face was as red as the sweater
I wore. I wish (really, I don't wish) I could have seen
myself. I imagined my cheeks (which are red enough the
rest of the time) glowing like the lights on a Christmas
tree. I cursed my wardrobe choice. I am a Canadian.
I should know by know that the only way to survive in
this country is to dress in layers. Thank god I wasn't
wearing pantyhose. I would have fainted.
