Random stuff post
1. I finally got my Obama yard sign. Our neighbor has a McCain one up (the same kind neighbor who hosted the spaghetti dinner at her church when everyone’s power was out) so I had to make things right in the universe again and balance it out with my sign. Madison was distraught by the whole thing because she didn’t know anyone would actually want to vote for McCain especially someone so nice, (which opened up a nice little discussion about how America is great because we can trumpet what we want to trumpet).
2. Allyo’s husband makes the best mac & cheese EVER. Just so you know.
3. We got Madison a Halloween costume at the thrift store. Total score: four bucks for a plush flower costume that’s head-to-toe and cozy. (It’s this one only in a size 7 so room to grow.) Noah is going as one of the JabbaWockeez. He’s got the clothes and he’s got a mask. Voila! Costume! Plus he’s taking a hip hop class with the rest of his homeschool posse so I’m sure he’ll have the requisite swagger that comes with knowing how to do the ice break freeze box or whatever the kids call it when they spin around and then prop themselves up on one cheek.
4. I’m caught up on book reviews for like the first time in FOREVER. Feels good. I could get all cocky about it but the next deadline is around the corner — next Monday to be exact.
5. I’m going to have to reschedule Noah’s ortho appointment on Tuesday because I have a new gig and I’m meeting with the client the same day Brett accidentally made the appointment. This sucks because Noah’s braces are kinda coming apart in his mouth somehow. But the gig is going to be fun and one hopes lucrative so we can always buy him some new teeth or something.
6. Brett is relaxing into his new job and the hours are easing up now that he’s getting his footing. He gets home early enough that my work-life balance isn’t going to be the nightmare I feared it would be. Not that I won’t whine about it anyway — you know I will.
7. I’m going to see Leslie next week! Yay!
8. I’m growing out my dye job so I can just quit fighting the gray. I have so much gray that I nearly look blond. Seriously. It’s going to age me like a zillion years but I like it — so there. But I don’t like the growing out so much because it looks ridiculous except when I use some wash-in/wash-out dye that lasts about one second. I just walk around like I mean it to look this way and dare people to say something. I think it’s working. Or else people feel so bad for me that they don’t say anything. Whichever — they both work for me!
9. Brett bought Krispy Kremes. I hate him. What doesn’t he understand about my fit by forty goals? “You just don’t want me to become so gorgeous that men fall at my feet!” I accused him. Then I reached for another doughnut. Cream-filled. It was delicious.
Dawn, i must say: you are the QUEEN of thrift! way to score a fabulous halloween costume!
I have to say that you sound so happy here!
Even with that curmudgeonly way you say “whatever the kids call it” about Noah’s breakdancing. (Just as a side note, isn’t curmudgeon and (all its derivatives) an AWESOME word?)
It’s good to remember that not all McCain supporters are racist rabble-rousers. And husband says “thanks.”
We see no McCain signs around here. It’s interesting, really, ’cause it gives you a skewed view of reality.
Eric won’t let me put an Obama sign in the yard! WUWT? I think he’s still sore from someone lifting our Kerry sign.
But here’s something fun for you:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/alissasorenson/2932232927/
My five year old was also slack jawed with shock when the neighbors put out a McCain sign. “But we want OBAMA to be president!” he protested. I explained the whole democracy thing and then he said thoughtfully, “Oh. So MOST people want Obama to be president. But some people want McCain to be president. Like, probably five people, right?”