A Birthday Every Day!

So, there I was, at Wallymart, buying good stuff like yogurt, and green onions, and on my way to the yogurt aisle, I have to pass the ice cream freezers. Ok, I don’t have to, technically speaking, but ya know…they are right there! hahaha!

I like to look in them. I usually talk myself out of buying any…but I look anyway…can’t gain weight by looking at it, after all! 😛

But then there was today. I was feeling weak about having a treat. I had just been to the blasted dentist yet again(so have sugar, skye, good plan! 😛 ), to get the other side of my mouth tortured, and was feeling like I deserved a treat. Still had no real solid intentions beyond maybe a small bite of chocolate, or something. Then I saw it. Lo and behold! What is this vision? Oh, it can’t be! I have been waiting FOREVER to find it in the store! I have been on a anything-that-tastes-like-cake-batter kick for a few months now. And there it was!!

I had birthday cake ice cream at an ice cream shop last summer, but couldn’t find any in the store. I think it might even be better than *gasp* *can’t believe I am saying it* chocolate….plain chocolate anyway…. 😛

So, yeah…. I broke down. I gave into the sinister dark side that is the ice cream section. “Come to the Dark Side, we have Birthday Cake Ice Cream!” OK, then. lol

I did, to my credit, only have a wee bit of it. So, I DO NOT feel any guilt! As a bonus, it delighted the heck out of the boys, too, when they found out I had it! 😀





The Tale of The Mysterious Clone Army

It was surreal. Like something out of a dream….

There they were. Presented to me in a couple of little hands. Clenched tight, like a treasure found at the bottom of the sea.

Found here and there, amazingly at the same time.

And, equally amazingly, all….INTACT!

No heads were missing, no limbs were lost. Scuffed from battle, yes, but otherwise they escaped the lair of the three giants…the land of the headless toys…virtually unscathed…..

They… unlike their brave comrades before them…. were the lucky ones.



Those poor guys….flung from far distances, buried alive, tossed into the black hole that is the toybox, rescued in time from the maw of the gigantic cocker spaniel, a spin or two in the washing machine vortex, just because they hid in a pocket, then facing a possible melting death in the dryer of doom…. such brave little clone soldiers! 😛



It is foggy here this morning. REALLY foggy. Can’t see to the end of the street foggy. Consequently, the atmosphere of the day is that it has this super eerie vibe going on. Driving to school, and the boys remark on this. “Mom, it is spooky out here, and the music goes with it!” And it did…. like we were in some kind of B-movie horror flick from the 70s. Or maybe aliens were going to suddenly appear out of the fog. mwahahaha!

I didn’t recognize the first part of the song, since it turns out it was an extended version I hadn’t heard before, so I had to laugh when it launched into this boppy, cheery groove! It was like oooh, it’s foggy….don’t go into the creepy forest….wait, now I suddenly feel groovy! Maybe it is some kind of alien mind trap! 😛

Quite the juxtaposition to how it started out, and to the way the day looks. We all started giggling and dancing in our seats. Too fun. Gotta love music to bond you to a moment with your kids. 😀

The Sock Portal of Infinity….

*to be read in a melodramatic and mysterious announcer voice* mwahahahaha!

I found it!!

The portal!

One of the great mysteries of the Isle of Laundry, one that has baffled me for years, has been solved!

As I was cleaning out toy boxes the other day, lo and behold, lay the portal of lost socks! A vortex where socks lose their way and get sucked into the lost world that is the gigantic toy box of infinity….

All along the dryer got blamed for being the portal. For taking wayward socks to their doom, never to be reunited with their mates….

But no, the portal lay in the much more vast, treacherous and mysterious area known as Toy51. Where the mysteries of the universe unfold to reveal a nest of socks awaiting their return to the safety of the sock drawer at long last….

Brave traveler that I am, on a two day journey to this quicksand of Lego, cars, Meccano parts and severed Batman heads….I returned triumphant with no less than 25 socks in need of immediate washer attention…having suffered the ravages of being buried for untold ages…. at long last to be reunited with mates that have waited months, hoping that they too would finally be released from the vast wasteland that is the sock drawer of no return….