Thursday, March 30, 2006


If anyone wants to join us...

Welcome to Disney's ToonTown Online!

Sign up for a 3 day free trial (no credit card needed). It's loads of fun and very 'little kid friendly'. If you decide to sign up, send me an email. I'll give you our info so we can be secret buddies. LOL!

If you see King Poppenhopper, be sure to say hi. It will be me, John or Tyler playing. ;-)

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

I never thought it would happen to me...

Some time ago one of my favorite journals went dark because the author became addicted to an online role playing game. It so consumed her that she just abandoned her journal to spend more time in this virtual world. Well...I think it's been over a week since I last updated. Why? I am addicted to an online role playing game! *gasp*

It's all Tyler's fault.

Don't laugh.

I am addicted to Toontown.

Yes, it's a kid's game made by Disney. What can I say? It's FUN! John is addicted too. I play all afternoon with Tyler and John plays all night.

Does anyone else out there have a "Toon"? We'd love to have some honest to gosh secret friends to chat with. :-)

Wednesday, March 15, 2006


Look what I got for my birthday! I guess it's good to be 40.

[Honey...I love my 30 GB video iPod. But wouldn't a 40 GB one have been more poetic? Hmm?]

Tuesday, March 14, 2006


I heard my son exclaim as he woke up this morning, "Oh no! I leaked!" Nothing worse than waking up in a puddle. Or is there. I woke up in a puddle of sweat. Every muscle in my body was screaming and I had the cramps from hell.

Do I feel old? No. I just feel sick and tired. That's different.

The husband was a gem and he ran to fetch me some Tylenol. The directions said take 2. I took 3 and hoped for the best. Meanwhile, John and Ty shared a bowl of cheerios and milk, got ready to go and then John drove him to school for me. [Thanks Hun!] I curled back up in bed and waited for the Tylenol to start working.

Then, I started to feel better. A lot better. I gave the cats a final snuggle, slid out of bed and into a hot shower. I used my new Rain scented body wash. Mmm...smells good! After the shower I was feeling positively perky. I combed out the snarls in my hair and contemplated my wardrobe options.

Ah! New black panties...made of sexy tactel and lycra. Stretchy, lacey and cumfy. Good combo. New bra! Coral pink "no wire" underwire. Does it lift and separate? No. It inflates and creates. Got to love a good illusion. Tahitian vanilla sparkle body spray...oh yeah! Hot pink shirt and purple cords? Why not!

I checked the ensemble in the mirror. Now I was feeling sassy! I added my pretty silver pendant John got me for Christmas, jumped into my loafers and sashayed out the door floating on a scented vanilla cloud. Time to pick Tyler up at school. I cranked up the radio in the van and began singing along with a classic Ozzy Osbourne tune.

Why is that woman in the green jeep grinning at me? Ah...she's caught my sassy vibe. Ooooh yeah. She's feelin' it.

As I entered Tyler's school, the director waved to me from her office and said "You look good today!" Why, thank you very much! I feel good today!

Tyler announced that lunch at school was "something yucky" so I surprised him with a trip through the McDonalds drive-thru.

When we arrived home, I set up Tyler's lunch at the table and I brought mine over to my desk. I wanted to capture this mood in words and share it with the blogaverse.

As I sat down, I checked my email first. One subject caught my eye immediately. "Birthday Wishes from Real Simple." Awesome. Birthday spam.

Then it hit me. Oh my birthday is tomorrow. I am turning FORTY.

The "sassy" hissed out of me like air from a leaky balloon.

I'm too young to be 40.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Parts Is Parts

A week or two ago I read an interesting blog entry (Hi Christine!) about the merits of teaching your kids the real names of their various body parts. I recalled another friend telling me the hilarious consequences when her daughter yelled loudly about her vagina in a public place. I wasn't discouraged. I still think it's better for kids to call their parts by their actual names (and also tell them when it's appropriate to discuss those parts, at what vocal volume - and when it is not.)

I also think it's appropriate to teach kids the real terms for the substances that get evacuated from the body. Urine and stool sound a little clinical, so I compromise with "pee" and "poop". Nothing wrong with those terms, right? I think those terms are pretty universally in use by the general populace. Apparently, even those terms were too graphic for MY mother.

When I was growing up, I had "privates" which I used to make wee wee and gah gah. My brother had a pee pee for making wee wee. So sophisticated sounding, no? My poor brother. I'll never forget the moment he found out that calling poop "gah gah" in public would be one of those seminal memories of the first time the neighborhood kids made you feel 2 inches tall and teased you unmercifully for years afterward.

The boy next door tried to play a prank on my baby brother by trying to convince him that the rabbit poop (little round brown balls, by the way) was actually chocolate candy. My brother's response after poking the balls experimentally with his finger? "No way! That's gah gah!" Unfortunately, there was a large group of neighborhood kids who witnessed this gaffe. Come to think of it... that may have been the first time I actually smacked myself in the head in embarrassment too. A red letter day, to be sure.

Yeah. Ouch. Thanks Mom. ;-)

So! What are the "parts" and their output called in YOUR house? How about when you were growing up?

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

What's on your bookshelves?

Your Monday Photo Assignment: Show us what's in your bookshelf right now.

I hope you all can see and read the text on this. This is a good sampling of what is on my various bookshelves. What am I reading right now? Here is my nightstand:

A little "Od Magic" and that ugly box? That contains a draft of my friend Karen's first two books. This is what I am currently reading. I read by Itty Bitty Booklight just before I fall asleep each night. Some nights I can read more pages than others before my eyes get heavy (or the husband complains about the light in his eyes). I really should get to bed earlier so I'll have more time for reading. Really. I should.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006


"My name is Beldar. I am from France."

Poor kitty. He lost the family jewels yesterday. He had to be coned because he was licking himself too much. I'm feeling very sorry for him and a touch guilty too.

But he just launched himself up onto my desk and knocked over my glass of milk... So I guess I shouldn't feel TOO badly. He sure isn't acting like he just had surgery yesterday! Sheesh! So much for the hope that this would mellow him out a bit.

Back to watching him try to act normal with a big old cone on his head. It's pretty amusing entertainment, actually.