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Seriously, I've not set up one of these before, so comments and suggestions are welcome.

Roller Skating

Today I went skating. I've been to the skating rink a few times over the past couple of years, but this was the first time I actually skated. It's harder to do than I remember. It's also more blistery. And they play "Another One Bites the Dust" a lot less often. But it was still pretty fun. I came home with no contusions or blood loss.

Oh, and Tripp wants a disco ball of his own.

Making Cookies

This morning, Don wanted to make cookies. So he got out the cookie dough, pressed it into shapes and put them on a pan. I baked the cookies, then set them aside to cool. Approximately 30 minutes later, Don came to me crying (I know, so out of character for him.) Evidently Megan and her friends had eaten all the cookies he made....then replaced them with Playdoh cookies. They went as far as using Playdoh in the same colors and shapes. Looks like we'll be going to the store later to buy more cookie dough. Using Megan's money.

And an update: We bought cookie dough. A pack for Don and a pack for Megan. Megan and her friends decided they wanted to cook theirs with no help from me. I told them that they could do everything up to taking them out of the oven. So a little while later, they tell me that it's time for the cookies to come out. And out they come. Every barely-warm-no-where-near-baked inch of the cookie/cake goodness. I asked them what they were thinking. They said that they wanted a cake, so they just left it all together. Then they argued about whether they should cook it longer or eat it like it is. I made a compromise. I offered to separate the blob-o-cookie, then let them eat what wouldn't fit on the pan. I have faith that one of these days, the children will realize there is no need to cook the cookie dough at ALL. *sniff* That will be a proud day in motherhood.

Don

Not long ago, my son announced to me that he doesn't want to be called "Tripp" anymore. Since Tripp is a nickname, I assumed that he was telling me that he wants to be called by his given name. Of course, he might prefer a shortened version, so I decided to ask for clarification.

Me: Do you mean you want to be called William now?
The boy: No.
Me: No? How about Bill or Billy or maybe Will?
The boy: No. I want to be called Don.
Me: Don?
The boy: Yeah, Don.

Ok...so he's chosen a random name and decided that it is suits him. Not a big deal, let's move on to other things.

Me: Ok, Don. You need a haircut. Do you want to go today?
Don: Yeah. Can they make me bald?
Me: Bald?
Don: Bald. But not bald all over. Just on top, with some hair left around the edges. Like Mr. Kinsiati at school.

Ok....we're pushing the boundaries of normal now. They were already kinda stretched out of shape, but every day we get a little closer to breaking them.

Wax on....wax off

hahahaha......omg......hahahaha

Public Service Announcement

Most people need 20 minutes of exposure to UVB rays daily in order for their bodies to maintain a healthy amount of vitamin D. Wearing sunscreen or clothes diminishes the body's ability to synthesize vitamin D from sunlight. A side effect of vitamin D deficiency is depression. So...the lesson here is that you need to stand around outside naked in order to be happy.

At Work

An example of how hard I work....

*phone ringing*
Me: This is Wendy.
Caller: Do you want half a brownie?
Me: Yes.
Caller: Ok, I'll bring it to you.

As you can tell, I have my priorities in order.