Fun, fun...

Every day, I think of little things to add to my blog...but then the day gets by and I don't write them.  The next day, I wonder why anyone would bother to read them anyway!

There was a Snack 'n Craft night at church on Friday.  I intended to be there...but Robin had a doctor's appointment at 3:45, and by the time I got her in and out, then got her prescription filled, and took the children to Burger King for dinner...and got them launched to Muncie via their mother, the evening was shot. 

I spent most of the weekend grocery shopping, doing laundry, and trying to put the living room back together after Christmas.  It took all freakin' day!  There is still one surface that needs help, but it will have to wait. 

As much as I enjoy the kids' visits with their father for an opportunity to get stuff done here, I miss the daylights out of them.  The minute they hit the door tonight, they announced that they were hungry.  Nathan said he hadn't fed them...so we produced food, then watched America's Funniest Videos.  Then bed.  (Where I am ready to go shortly.)

Robin's Kdg. report card was good.  She seems to be thriving at school.  Hope that lasts...  She has done very well.  She's a different child there...shades of her mother!  Once, when I was going to Meg's middle school to share some Civil War things, Meg told me in advance, "They think I'm a good kid there.  Don't blow my cover!"  Heh heh.

Frodo the Wonder Dog is in the doghouse with me.  Her entire raison d'etre seems to be FOOD.  I roasted a chicken today.  Took it off the bones and left it on the stove, above her reach.  Ha!  She somehow managed to knock the "bones" plate off the stove.  She got a bone...and God help the person who tries to get it away from her!  Frodo creates bigger messes than the children.  She thinks she IS one of the children!  Every day, I tell her, "You are a dog.  You are a dog."  I don't think she gets it...but I have to tell you that I am plenty tired of having to defend food.  It isn't funny anymore.  Even the children say at supper, "I have to go potty.  Watch my food."   If you are lonely and want companionship, I have the pooch for you!

My Elmer's mother is in the hospital at age 85.   He is such a lucky duck to be retired andhave both parents still living.  I think he is about to take on the worst of life...watching over aging parents.  Been there.  Done that.  I wish him all the best.

Time to hit the sack.  Hugs to all who endeavor to read this nonsense!