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Forget Noah, I'm looking for Steve Carell

It has been raining for the last three days. I'm not surprised. This is my last full week at home with my girls before I start back at working at school full time. School only starts after Labor Day if you are a student. So of course I had all kinds of outdoor activities planned to make the most of the little bit of summer we have left. So of course Mother Nature decided to intervene. She's kind of a brat like that. I could have been outside briefly yesterday. Could being the key word. See on Wednesday night, it rained. Not just a little bit. Like Biblical proportions, Winnie the Pooh sailing away from his house rain. At one point I heard we had a little over four inches of rain in a two hour time period. By the time the rain was done it was said we had over eight inches. I have no idea. My rain gauge only counts to five. This was not good for my basement. Water in the basement is not normally a problem at this house. The last house we lived in however, big problem. Like inst

A Vacation of Sorts

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Mondays are hard. Mondays after an extended weekend are even harder. Mondays after an extended weekend where you were child-free are the hardest.  As I'm sitting here, guzzling coffee out of an over sized Wonder Woman mug, listening to my children argue about which one of them missed me the most (apparently none of them missed that other adult), I'm already starting to wonder about my next vacation (of sorts). My vacation bucket list is nearly as long as my TBR.  Any place I'm going has to have a bookstore. On my most recent trip, we traveled to Omaha, Nebraska. It is about a five hour drive from our house. Of course if you have to stop once an hour to use the bathroom, it takes closer to six. Seriously, once an hour. That's just the other adult. I didn't have any kids with! Not the point. We went to explore the Henry Doorly Zoo which is suppose to be one of the best zoos in the country. We weren't disappointed in the zoo. A trip for next summer with the chi

So that was fast.

I'm sitting here staring at my calendar. I have two and a half weeks left before I have to start back at work full-time. Where in the (insert four letter word of choice here) did my summer go? What happened to all the wonderfully witty blogs I was going to write? What happened to all of the cutesy projects I was going to do? What happened to all of the literature I was going to consume? Seriously, what happened?  I could say children happened. It wouldn't be a lie. Between swimming lessons, theater classes, summer rec classes, and all of the refereeing I've been assisting them with, it wouldn't be far from the truth. Throw in the fact that at five, my twinkers have decided that while they could easily benefit from daily napping, they won't do it. They are horribly stubborn little people but that's not the point. The point is they are partially responsible for a decrease in time spent at home. There's another part. See the wonderful thing about my children

It's Probably a Good Thing I Don't Make Money Doing This

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I keep telling myself, I'm going to write a post. I'm going to write a post. I have this great idea! I need to write a post. Three girls, a full-time job, some cooking, some laundry, and a lot of wine later, there's no new blog post. It's a good thing my family's ability to eat isn't dependent on my ability to write.  So I have finally found myself with some free time and a fresh pot of coffee. The problem is I don't really know what it is I want to write about. I don't think there is really anything going on at my house. Well, there's always something going on at my house. I mean, I have three girls. There's always something going on. Granted the going ons aren't nearly as dramatic as they will be in about five years. However, when you have two five year olds (my babies turned five on April 7th :( ) and an eight year old, life is rarely dull. I could tell you all about the horrible infection I magically developed in my leg that kept me in

Literally in Stitches Over Here

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I'm starting this post with a picture of my mug. It's 4:00 in the afternoon. There's a pretty good chance, I have something other than tea in here. Honestly, it's coffee. Only because I have rules. One of those rules is that booze is not allowed if children are awake or if there is only one adult in the house. My children are most definitely awake so I must be the only adult in  my house. The beer is in the fridge. I'm all ready for the other adult to be home. It's been one of those weeks.  Sunday one of my twins decided she had enough of people not being able to tell her and her sister apart. To remedy that situation she decided it would be fun to take a trip to the emergency room for some stitches. Of course she decided to do this on a weekend in which the other adult in my house was in a different state. Thankfully we have grandparents close by. Did you know that head wounds bleed? A lot? On Monday morning, I had to have part of my dinning floor repla

Questioning My Parenting Skills- Episode 1 (of potentially millions)

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I am sort of a nerd. According to my 13 year old brother, I am only allowed to be sort of a nerd because I have never seen an episode of Doctor Who and I don't like Game of Thrones. The Doctor Who thing I may remedy some day when I decide to subscribe to Netflix again. Even at that point it is probably unlikely. I have heard that it is one of those shows made for binge watching. Like I have time for binge watching anything. I don't even have time to get to the movies I really want to see before they are out on DVD. The Game of Thrones issue will more than likely never be resolved. There is another adult in my house who watches the show. I've fallen asleep during two episodes and during the third I got so bored that I got up to make tea and never came back.  When it comes to super heroes however, I'm all over that game. I have a rule about going to see movies in theaters on opening nights. The rule is I don't do it. I did it for all of The Lord of the Rings m

Pleasantly Surprised

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I'm not even sure how I ended up with an ARC of this book. My reviews of the previous two novels weren't exactly glowing. After the end of the second novel, I had promised not to even bother with the final book in the trilogy. Well if I had a nickle for every broken promise, I'd own a lot more books.  I was not blown away by the final installment of the Mistresses of Versailles trilogy. I was, however, pleasantly surprised. The manner in which the author handled the French revolution and the demise of the nobility was rather well done. I actually found myself feeling sorry for a character. This is quite the accomplishment since most of Christie's leading ladies have been nothing more than brainless, foot-stomping, spoiled brats. The leading ladies in this novel are not much different, especially Madame Adelaide, daughter of Louis XV. The reader is constantly beat over the head with Madame Adelaide's arrogant internal dialogues. I get it. She's a princess. S