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Another day in the machine ...
May 2, 2008 - Summer Wallace-Minger
So this is my third day of blogging. I'm going back to the stream-of-consciousness style. It works for me. Sorry, Kirk, I'm ripping you off. Just be glad I'm not a comedian on the West Coast, or I'd be in your Comedy Club, stealing your jokes.
Anyway, Jeremy, who is our art director this week (his title keeps changing, and that is confusing and unsettling, but no one asked me so I might as well zip it), told me I only need to blog once a week.
However, I've decided to blog every day. My plan is the powers-that-be will realize a whole lot quicker how unfit I am to blog if I do it every day instead of once a week. It could take them months to figure it out, in that case. Months in which I will be blogging.
Lynnellen told me yesterday I should be blogging about my family, too, since this is my "working mother" blog. Okay.
First off, tonight I have to go and pick up my nephew, whom I call Heathen. He's three years old, and he's not a bad kid, but he is rambunctious and energetic. Besides, it's fun to torture my younger sister. She spent the better part of our childhood torturing me.
I have ten nephews and nieces, the oldest of whom is 17 and the youngest of whom is three months old. It makes me feel old to say I have a nephew who's 17, but I blame my husband, who isn't just long-suffering, but also is old. And no matter how old I get, he's still older. That's a comfort, I guess.
So I have the Heathen, because he loves my kids, and my kids love him back. It's a Circle of Heathen!Love.
I pick him up, and then I have to go to the grocery store. My kids had cold pizza for breakfast this morning because I fail as a mother and forgot to pick up another box of frosted flakes.
I'm sort of embarassed to admit this, but on all the blogs I've seen, I've noticed a trend of giving too much personal information about your life to total strangers, so I'll go the extra mile and tell you what my kids had for breakfast.
In addition to going to the grocery store, my son has a tee-ball game this afternoon. Athletics Vs. the Reds. Since my husband's Fortune 500 company is up in Robinson, I will meet him at the field. Yes, we will take two cars, gas prices not withstanding.
I will try to watch the game in between keeping an eye on Heathen, who will have absolutely no interest unless my son is batting, and my daughter, who will be searching for water horses in Kings Creek.
The nice thing about tee-ball is they don't keep score, so I can tell my son he won every game and not lie. I try not to lie to the kids, but they start asking questions about where babies come from, and I freeze like a deer in the headlights.
Well, that's my fifteen minutes ... I need to go and figure out what my work schedule will be this weekend. Plus I need to schedule the car for an oil change, schedule my son's birthday party and try to figure out if we will eat out again tonight ... for the third time this week. I am made of so much fail.
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I went to Avella today, and this is a section of the road which is washing out. As far as I know, the state of Pennsylvania is responsible for the maintenance of this road. However, in the year I have been covering the Washington County beat, this slip has been untouched. When it eventually collaspes and my car is sucked into its maw, they will be sorry. (I'm not sure who "they" are, but I'm fairly certain they'll be sorry.)