This is how Syd would eat every meal if we'd let her. If she ever went feral, I think she'd do Just Fine.
It's been almost a week since my last post. C is working overnights, meaning he literally leaves as I'm crawling in bed and gets home as the kids and I are walking out the door. Though I'm asleep (or more often in bed watching True Blood on the iPad) while he's gone the schedule has really done a number on me. Today I am exhausted. Luckily the kids didn't nap and can't tell time, so all were in bed by 7:30. I'll be following shortly. But in the meantime, random thoughts.
-I have an urge to do a major purge, like almost everything purge. I want a home with things we love, and things we can find. Right now it's more like a home with 8 million socks and a large collection of McDonald's Happy Meal toys.
-I have a client right now who is taking up about 90% of my time with what amounts to a constant barrage of complaining. It is so exhausting that today I realized that I'm avoiding going to the unit just so I can stay in the quiet of my office. You know that Family Guy clip? "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. MOM. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom." "WHAT!!!!" "Hi!" It's like that. Except that she's also got a criminal mind and so I'm never quite sure if I'm being manipulated or not. Super fun.
-We booked tickets to Portland. I am so ridiculously, disgustingly happy about this. I just want to sit in Pioneer Square and absorb Portlandia. Then I'll put a bird on it.
-We had friends over the other night for beer and pizza. The boys played PlayStation and the girls sat on the back porch (at my patio set thankyouverymuch!) while the kids played in the kiddie pool. Syd shit on the sidewalk. I am not the one who discovered this. Then I cleaned it up with a Target bag over my hand. I think the fact that it was Target makes me classy.
-The dog appears to be going deaf. Or obstinate. Or both. I figure she's earned it. Though C being gone is making her paranoid and skittish. Unfortunately, I can't figure out whether I should be worried or sad when she perks up her ears. Poor Haley.
-I'm thinking about doing the South Beach diet. Thoughts? Any one have any experience with it?
-Yesterday I had to explain to my very sweet, very conservative supervisor, and my raunchy, super smart but at times totally inappropriate supervisor, what "scissors" (I was going to link to it, but thought better of it. Google for more information) were. And I tried to use only PG words. Think about it...
I keep meaning to write a post about The Ominous Donkey. Pulling up to my house the second or third time on our trip home, I notice this concrete donkey that's been painted purple with red paint dripping down the sides. Hmm. Mom says, "Before you say it, we have no idea where it came from." And it's not like she lives on a busy street. Her driveway alone is a quarter mile long. So someone drove down, then dropped off, The Ominous Donkey. I'm not sure you can tell, but it has one ear, no tail, and "Gangsta" writing on one side saying "Do some hoodrat shit." You can't make this stuff up. So I let Eli ride it.
-I'm in a funk today. Help me out. Tell me the most random thing that happened to you this week.
Your life is way more interesting than mine... That is why I read your blog! Although this week I did get a "that's what Im talkin bout" walking through the hospital where I work. Some prefer the big booty. Maybe there is no need to diet? Your kids are awesome and just hearing about your schedule makes me tired! And the line of work you have chosen is completely fascinating.
Random: weird rash ONLY on my elbows for no discernable reason, canned beets that bled and look more light pink than red and had a conversation with a patient that included the very astute logic that "Bibles can't swim" as the reason that he shouldn't again try to flush his bible. Help? Head up, young person. Head up.
Did you get a new camera? Excellent pictures. Syd cracks me up. Kind of hoping Hannah has her eating preferences-nice contrast to L's must have plate, fork and cup by 12 months and meltdown if food touched her tray. Although the patio "shitting" I will let Syd keep all her own. Once again, you make me laugh.
A gentle reminder that I'm overdue for a physical. A huge buzzard has started hanging around. He sits on top of a dead tree and looks just like the ones in cartoons with a small, bald, red head with a floppy thing on top. He's beautiful in flight, but creepy sitting still - and even creepier when he walks around on the ground.
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