Friday, April 21, 2006

Life in general and randomly

Mom and Dad came for a visit. We were running like crazy, I don't know why. My life is chaos, I guess. Even though we try to keep activities to a reasonable limit, and eat supper together almost every night, we still are going a hundred miles an hour with our hair on fire. Mark went to Panama this week (that's why he is in Airline Hell currently), Zach got his driver's permit, Dad had a birthday, Easter, and on and on and on. Mom and I got Dad some Benny Hill DVD's for his birthday. He was quite surprised...

Mom and I did manage to make a flannel quilt for Tess (I need to finish the machine quilting...) and a bedspread for my bed, the fabric for which is well-aged, having been laying around my bedroom for months. I am working on some blocks, bright bright colors, I just cut some fabric into six inch squares and started messing around with them. I think I know what I am going to do, but not 100% certain yet. Gotta finish more of them and play before I decide for sure.

I saw the doctor on Tuesday -- I am in remission, and get to FINALLY get off the prednisone in two weeks!!! 5 mg every other day for two weeks and then I am done. No more beach ball head for me! YAY!

I'm ba-ack...

Wow. It's been awhile. So long I forgot my user name and had to get to remind me...

It's starting to get hot in Tucson again. To the point that you don't want to get into a car cause it feels like it's a hundred fifty thousand degrees inside. The worst part is the heat that radiates off the ceiling and burns up the top of your head and your eyebrows. I mean, you can feel the heat pulsing off the roof of the car when you are INSIDE the car. That's when the Suburban is a little better, because it has an inch or two more head room than the Cirrus.

The children have been insane and very pestery lately -- Zach wants to drive all the time, and Zach and Tess want us to go look for puppies now. And get the first really cute one we see, even though it's a male german sheperd and we want a female boxer/mastiff/muscle dog type. Also they have been playing XBox 360 continuously since Tuesday, even in the mornings, forcing me to drive Thor to the bus stop once, and to school once.

Mark is somewhere between here and Miami. His plane's engine was "broken" so he had to find another flight. He was supposed to be home at around 7 tonight, but he thinks he may not get home today at all, now. Airlines suck too. Microsoft sucks, hotmail sucks, certain politicians suck alot, and flying sucks, too. I think if you listen hard enough, you can hear a great wooshing sound in the US, and it is the sheer suckiness of certain segments of America. Walmart alone sucks enough to change gravity...Whoa. Were did that little rant come from?