Wuthering Hyders

Pot-stirring


I haven't written in a few days, but don't think that means I wasn't here. Here, as in, online. I've found a new passion. I've become a pot-stirrer on Craigslist's Rants & Raves. I mean, I've always enjoyed doing things to irritate people, but being able to do it anonymously from my own home? What better way to pass the time! I don't do it constantly (some of it is worthless drivel that's too far beneath me), but every so often there's something I just HAVE to say. Mostly because I know it will annoy someone else. And they make it so EASY. Ninety percent of the poor souls can't spell and are clueless when it comes to punctuation and capitalization. Rude words are their only retort. It's sad really. How did they graduate high school? Oh, wait... But, really, THAT many of them?! That's got to be breaking some kind of record. And here I thought Iowa had great schools.

Aside from my childish and slightly devious new pastime, I've also managed to leave the house not once, but TWICE, so far this week. Please, hold your applause. No, really. Stop. Our friend, Nicci, had her babies this Sunday so I went to visit her (and the babies) on Tuesday. (She and Joel were once our neighbors) The boys were early (34 weeks gestation), but they're both doing fantastic. Dylan Dean and Drew Alan are the newest members of their family and they're adorable. (Almost makes me want another one. I said ALMOST.) They're going to have quite a time with three big sisters. I couldn't be happier for Nicci and Joel. They're great parents and I know that if anyone can make a big family work, they can.

I bought the kids a wading pool. I decided there's no way I'm going to be taking them over to the aquatic center every day. I'd like to say this will cut down on their whining (Abby's anyway) to go to the center, but I know it won't. It won't do them any good to whine, though. They now have a pool and a sprinkler and if they really keep on, I've got the hose. I can water my flowers and my children at the same time. Throw in some soap (for the children, not the flowers) and it's bath time, as well. Hooray for multi-tasking.

I've got to stop writing. Charlie is licking my neck and working his way down. I've got to stop him before this gets really weird. Why are all the males in this house so obsessed with my breasts? I think I've even caught the fish ogling them once or twice. Okay, now he's licking the arm of the chair. Nope. Now he's eating my hair. Ugh. They never cease their pawing! I must taste really good, is all I have to say. Creepy cats. I love them, but they're as nutty as everyone else in this house. (Oh, yay! He's gone off some...nevermind.) I feed them all and give them all things to drink. I even pet/play with them. Why does every living thing in this house always want to be in my space? I'm not THAT interesting, surely. Right, he's not going to stop licking me. Now it's my arm and I can hardly see the keyboard. I've tossed him to the floor a dozen times now and he won't take the hint. Guess that means I've got to stop writing. Grrrr. Why do they all get to dictate what I get to do and when? Is it possible to have a reverse dictatorship? I mean, when everyone else gets to tell one person what to do all the time? That's what it's like here. I adore my family, but for crying out loud, let me pee by myself once in awhile!

One that note, I'm going. (To get off the computer, that is. Not to pee.)