I know it has been quiet here (the blog, never the home) lately. School is back in session and I have been busy getting a lot of things in order. Torey is helping me go room by room, closet by closet – God bless her.

As well, we are experiencing multiple plumbing issues (literally – sob!) and are dealing with that and the damage already done.

Too, I am tracking down some resources for Einstein’s Protege which always takes about 50 steps of back work to move 1/2 a step forward. Am writing letters, taking calls and requesting records at this point.

AND YET (here’s the good news) I am working on something, but it is very long. Bear with me. I think it is going to be worth the wait.

For now, I need to go to bed because it is late, I am tired and I am typing this while breathing through my shirt. SOMEONE’S plumbing needs a roto rooter right now. Alas, the plumber coming tomorrow will only be able to work on the house and not one of its occupants. Pity.

This is becoming an abusive marriage. He blames the wings he consumed earlier. They always have an excuse. Well I’m getting out.

Hope everyone is well. I hope to post my story soon.

I love trail mix, especially the kind with M&M’s

I only eat it while sitting in my home, which is a trail of sorts…but I am afraid it leads to the fat farm.

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Have you ever had the feeling, in the evening, that you just wish someone – anyone – would come over and put your kids to bed and pick up your house?

If you come over and put my kids to bed and pick up my house, I will tell you what it feels like.

https://alisonhodgson.com/2006/09/887/

“Maybe some day I will get a date for a party,” Christopher said apropros of nothing.

“Oh really? When do you think that will be?” I asked.

“Maybe when I am a teenager.”

“That’s sort of young…what sort of woman do you think you might want to date?”

“I will dial crazily and when a person answers I will say ‘ARE YOU A WOMAN?’ and if she says yes I will ask, ‘DO YOU WANT TO GO TO A NEW YEAR’S EVE PARTY?'”

I laughed nervously, “Do you really think that is a good idea to randomly call strangers looking for a date?”

“In Garfield John was dating a cheerleader and then he went grocery shopping and she called and Garfield hung up the phone and jumped up and down on the recording…” he dissolved into giggles.

“Why did he jump up and down on the anwering machine?” I had to know.

“Oh because John was eating pizza without him.” And then he walked away.

There you have it: more pearls of wisdom gathered from the comics and filtered through the fertile mind of C. Riley H. Some of you might need it. I mean, it’s Saturday night and if you play your cards right – dial crazily and shout loudly enough you just might get a date with a woman, maybe even a cheerleader.