Two heads are better than one

So it stands to reason that one blog must be better than three. Seriously, I'm getting all multiple personality trying to keep everything separate. The reason I started three distinct ones is that Blogger, bless their souls, doesn't allow for tagging, and I wanted to be able categorize the posts. I finally broke down and made the switch to WordPress, so I consolidated the blogs into FeedYourNeed, and decided to host it on my own domain. I hope you'll come on over and visit:-)

Will summer never come?

After depositing my child safely in the arms of our local public Edifice of Schoolmentary, I return home, make a cup of sacred up-and-at-em [coffee], and begin my morning scroll through the blogosphere, part of my job, as a writer.

Today, however, TheBigE is home sick and instead of slaving over the homework packet the school so thoughtfully bundled up for us, I'm letting him play his GameCube. Hah.

He just ran in here for a little technical support:

TheBigE: "Mom, could you go on gamecheats.com and look me up some cheat codes for Lego Star Wars?"

Mom: "Sure, honey." types 'gamecheats.com' into the browser address window.

TheBigE: "Ummmm, Mom? I think you need that www in there, at the front."

Mom: "It's ok honey, the browser adds that automatically."

TheBigE: Totally unconvinced, "Then why isn't it coming up?"

Mom: "Well, broadband is fast but it's not instant."

TheBigE: "Unhuh." waiting suspiciously.

Mom: "See, look, now it's up!" prints out cheat codes and hands them off to wildly jumping offspring.

So now that I've taught him to blow off schoolwork for videogames and that cheating is ok, he's running back and forth from his room to my office, giving a blow-by-blow account of the ineffable coolness of the codes.

Does that count as P.E.?

My son, the dealmaker

Picking him up from school today:

Me: Peering into his bookbag and finding an untouched lunch. "So, I see you didn't eat any of your lunch today."

TheBigE: "Oh, well I had mini-corndogs today."

Me: "Corndogs?"

TheBigE: "Yeah, see....remember my mints? Well I traded them for my friend's hot lunch mini-corndogs. They're cool."

Me: Looking back into the bookbag and seeing the mint container still there "Then what's with this???" pulls mint cannister out of bag with an igotcha flourish

TheBigE: "Well, I just traded the mints, not the container. I wanted to keep that."

Sure enough, the tin was empty and some poor kid is walking around with fifty breathmints in his pocket and no corndogs in his belly.

He gets it from his father's side, I swear.

Like a Hawk

Neen: /neen/ adj. 1. (of the senses) sharp 2. coolq. excellent
neen'ly adv. neen'ness n.


"Good thing I have a neen eye, mom!"

--theBigE, upon discovering our long lost Oblivion book buried under my desk's notorious filing system. I disavow any knowledge of how it came to be there.