My journey begins

Fine.

I give in.

I have run out of serial killer books, and have given way to vampires.

I begin my adventure tonight.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Start time: 9:30pm*.

Wish me luck.




**Yes it's late, but I can only read when Mr. Dub is busy playing with his "friends"on the "beloved" world of geek-craft and children are not around to bother me with demands for affection and food.

Here I go again

I shared an experience tonight with my second family. It was a musical delight, a dazzling spectacular, a sensual ravishment, a stupendous tremendous gargantuan bedazzlement. It was..Mamma Mia.

It was fantastical.

Seriously.

Yes, I've been broken hearted, blue since the day we parted.
Why, why, did I ever let you go?

And I'd like to state for the record that Remington Steele is still hot when he sings.

Camping, camping, batman.

Welcome to Camp Dub!

That's right. We took the wee-ones camping. And it was great!
We spent most of the time down on the beach building castles and destroying them.

There was a lot of sunscreen involved...being that we are all a bunch of pasty white people.




The girls especially liked the bit where we had a campfire. We roasted hot dogs and mallows. They are little pyro's in training. Anything that could go in the fire did.

We're so going again.

Mom and Kylee's day of fun!

My little Kiki-dee starts kindergarten this year.

We went back to school shopping last night.
It was just mom and Kiki time.
I told her we would go to dinner and go shopping.
Very grown up.
Kiki-dee got to pick the place we ate.
She said, "Like Taco Bell?"
I said "Sure. Or we could go to a fancy dinner like Chinese food, or Italian or Fish....."
"FISH!!!" She exclaimed, eyes wide with hunger. "Mom, I want to eat fish!" She danced up and down and clapped her hands with glee.
So fish we ate. We dined on crab cakes in lobster sauce and salmon. It was really good. I'd like to thank Travis at McGraths for the fantastic service he gave us on our little date. He was very accommodating.

So here is my question.
What 5 year old chooses to eat fish, especially faced with the choice of ANYWHERE to eat?
I love this kid. She amazes me every day. She is developing her own opinions and learning to express them. She does something new everyday that amazes me.

I'd like to bare my testimony about back to school. I know it is true. (I promised myself I wouldn't do this!) I am so excited for Kiki-dee to start school. I can't wait to show her the correct way to organize her backpack and then empty it out and organize it again. I can't wait to show her how wonderful the smell of #2 pencils and notebooks are. I have a feeling we will share a deep affection for office supplies. It's nerd-a-licious.

The guy hawked on my burger!

I like hamburgers.


Not turkey or soy or garden.


BEEF.

Greasy, juicy, beefy hamburgers.

Preferably covered in melted cheese.
Followed by lettuce, onions, tomato, katsup and mayo.

Yes I like mayo on my burger. Leave me alone.

I don't understand anyone that eats otherwise.

It's a floater

Roxie loves her baby.
She just doesn't know how to get to her.
And even if she did, she'd just toss her right back where she was before!

Silly little girls.

And no.
She won't get in the water.

My Husbands Mistress

My husband has a mistress. Oh, yes. It's true. When she summons, he runs. She dominates him. She controls him. She owns him. She keeps him alive. Her name, you ask? Is Ilisandra. She is a Night Elf. And his guild leader. That's right! They are guild lovers. How can I compete with that?
Ilisandra (Sara) the night elf gives him something I simply can not. Well, I guess I will not do it. I refuse to give into the World of Warcraft. I have scruples.
Together they conquer lands, defeat hordes, collect jewels, fly? I don't really know what they see in each other. They have a connection I couldn't possibly hope to understand.
All I hear when they are together is "blah blah blah alliance. Blah blah blah warlock. Blah blah blah summons. Blah blah blah geek chat." Up until now I have turned a blind eye and gone about my business folding clothes, cleaning up after our own horde of children or driven myself into the World of Grey's Anatomy and Dr. McDreamy.
But NO MORE!
No longer will I stand idly by while some hussy dressed in skimpy Elf robes bosses my husband around and steals his warrior heart away. No longer will I remain in the same room silently while they conquer foreign lands raping and pillaging. (Boy I'd hate to be pillaged)
You know what I'm gonna do? I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna...I'm gonna.....I'm gonna go out and get me something pretty to bond with over shoes, or tv or movies. Granted to be affective this will have to be a male. And he will more than likely be gay. Not that there is anything wrong with that. That way we can sit around and have conversations such as "blah blah Patrick Dempsey. blah blah blah Dexter. Blah blah blah Steve Madden." OR better yet I'm gonna read those vampire books. That way I can sit with my friends and be all "blah blah blah vampires." That's my plan.
What do you think?



I suppose I could just parade around naked whilst he plays.....that might draw some attention.