Wednesday Night Dinners

After Love Man re-located to CdA,
the girls and I found the time passed a little more slowly.
We decided to go out to dinner every Wednesday night.
Soccer goes until around 6:15 and there is the 20 minute drive home.
We were tired when we got back to our house.
So we invented the Wednesday night dinners.
We decided to be reasonable with our choices
Places, as my English friend would say, that were cheap and cheerful.
Cheap and cheerful.
One of the best English expressions.
Second only to whingy.
Children act whingy at times.
Then, there is the great expression, minging.
It means disgusting or really dirty.
Your house could be minging and a tip at the same time.
We have a mutual arrangement for the Wednesday night dinners.
We go in order of age as to who gets to pick the venue.
Generally, I pick In 'n Out Burger.
I am a creature of habit.
When our friend, Kent, was in town and wanted to go out to dinner.
Naturally, it was on a Wednesday night.
Blonde Girl always picks Panda Express.
It is Miss Brunette who picks a different place every time.
We have had Mexican, American, and Italian.
You never know what she is going to pick.
She announced yesterday that is was getting warmer.
That only means one thing - Souper Salad!

Today

We are good.
Miss Brunette missed a group project yesterday.
Now, she has to do it alone.
I am off to get a list of various colors of Play-doh.
She tells me that she made the Principal's List.
Woo Whoo!
Blonde Girl is driving her crazy,
so she is going with me.
I also need to find a Hawaiian themed dress.
Blonde Girl hates to shop.
I am only going as far as Ross.
We are having a big party for my teaching partner's big birthday.
That is why I need a dress.
I don't wear that much print,
certainly not Hawaiian.
Love Man had a procedure on his veins.
He is doing fine.
We are counting the days until he is back in the Valley of the Sun.
The dogs are fine.
My dumb neighbor has chickens,
yes chickens,
in his back yard.
The dogs have gone insane barking at them.
It is a new trend here,
harvest the eggs and kill scorpions.
I will not take part in this trend.
I am surprised he is getting away with it.
Wait until the Homeowner's Association finds out.
Sometimes I feel as if I have never left Iowa.

Behold, Behold

Pot #2,

as purchased at the auction for $250.

Miss Brunette does not feel well today.

I am taking her to the doctor later this morning.

Blonde Girl felt she should also get to stay home.

She went to school,

grudgingly.

This is Miss Brunette's first absence of the year.

We really don't get sick.

I think I made them sick a lot when I first starting working at SRP.

Now, we rarely get sick.

Blonde Girl has only missed two days.

This and That

Okay, I did spend the better part of Friday grouting that dumb pot.
I still need to clean it up a bit, but it will be done this week.




.
The girls were busy as usual.
Blonde Girl and Miss Brunette had playdates on Friday
The Green Machine won their soccer game.
We went to church, bought groceries and household items.
Blah, blah, blah.


It has been terribly windy,
the desert is starting to bloom.
This is our purple sage.

Tomorrow is the Day

Tomorrow, I am tackling the pot.

The Cactus is Blooming

This is the cactus that is in the pot.

That fell off the saguaro,

when one of its arms fell.

We planted it in a large white pot.
Love Man was worried about the soil and thought we should re-plant it,

which is not that easy because of the needles.

It is now blooming!

Look at the blooms.

The saguaro flower is the state flower of Arizona.

The saguaro cactus is also protected by the state.

Today's Routine

We all got up at 6:00 a.m.
I had showered the night before and washed my hair to save time.
I made sure the girls were dressed.
Beloved Niece and I left for the airport at 6:27,
we intended to leave at 6:15.
The girls wanted to know,
"since we are dressed could we go back to sleep."
"Yes, until 7:00"
I drove Beloved Niece and DROPPED her off at the airport.
She went in by herself and called me once she was past security.
I, by this time, was driving home.
Miss Brunette called,
"She is not listening to me".
I think she sometimes gets a little "power mad".
I told her, "I am almost home"
Miss Brunette phoned again, "She is throwing lemon slices at me".
Another use for those lemons!
I got home,
all was well.
The girls finished eating.
Beloved Niece called to say she was boarding.
Miss Brunette's friend arrived,
she walks with us to school.
We left for school.
As I was leaving LOM Elementary,
Miss Brunette ran after me.
"I forgot my flute!"
I walked home.
As I was walking home,
it dawned on me,
that as I locked the house -
I did not bring the key.
I broke into the back.
All doors were locked.
You will be happy to know if the doors are locked,
you can only get in by breaking a window.
I did not break a window.
Then, I remembered the key that was under one of my front-yard pots.
I was back in the house.
I dropped off the flute.
I went to Circle K for a large diet dr. pepper.
I went to work,
only five minutes late.
Another day.
Work was fine.
One boy told me his dad slept naked.
The others chimed in as to how their dad's sleep.
I told them,
I was sure their parents would be happy they had shared this information and I laughed.
The boys laughed.
I came home.
I am alone in the house for the first time for about two weeks.
I tried to fall asleep on the sofa,
but the phone kept ringing.
Love Man called.
Someone called,
but I could not answer it in time.
Now, I am waiting for the girls to come home from school.
Homework.
Dinner.
Bed.