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This Grinds My Gears

How many times will I have to ask myself "WHY would any parent in their right mind send their child out in public with a fever?"

In my mind, any child with a fever stays away from other children, and preferably inside, for at least 24 hours. Until I see the fever gone they don't have contact with other children. Until I know what virus or bacteria is causing their body's temperature to climb, I don't send them out. In my mind, if your kid has a fever of over 39 degrees the night before and is still up there in the 38 degrees range he DOES NOT BELONG AT SCHOOL!

(Yes. This actually happened today at Ben's preschool.)

I mean... HONESTLY! Am I completely deranged to think the best place for a sick kid to be is at home? I don't want my kid sick, I'm pretty sure your kid's teacher doesn't want to get sick, and you would think the parent of a sick child would want their child at home resting so they can get better faster. Especially if they don't e…

Oh Joy, Oh Bliss!

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I have a new camera. I've been noticing lately that my poor old camera is just not doing the things it used to do anymore. It has to have been dropped at least 30 or so times. And not just from my hand onto the bed, or even a carpeted floor. I know for a fact it's gone down the stairs and landed on tile floor at least three times. And who knows how many times the boys have dropped it without my knowledge? But that camera just kept plugging along taking great pictures after great pictures, but lately... It's been dying.

And, faithless wretch that I am, I couldn't be sad. Or at least, not that sad. Because a broken camera means a new camera and I've been planning this for a while now. I even had permission from Glen to go out there and buy myself whatever I felt I needed to make my little wanna-be-photographers heart leap with joy.

But I didn't. Not really. I decided on a new version of the old Canon. Another point and shoot. Because, in the end, I couldn't mak…

Yes. I'm Lame.

Can I just say how jazzed I am for TV tonight? I am. Jazzed.

Of course, with the excitement comes the dread of knowing that something bad is about to happen to Derek. This bothers me only for his sake. Frankly, I don't think Meredith deserves him, and will be quite happy to watch her wait all night out there for him. She's a dipstick. First class.

To most of you, this won't make any sense, but to those of you who know exactly what I'm talking about: Cheers! Wee hoo! and Giddy Up!

I suppose I should also mention it's Ping's birthday. But more about that later.

Company

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Mom and Dad are here. Dad's fixing our shower. I think Mom is upstairs doing dishes. They're such good company. Plus cute too hey?

Back to School!

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Today was Ben's first day back to preschool. He was so excited. So was poor little Sam, who will have to wait a whole year before he can go. I got Ben's backpack all ready for him and then had to get another one for Sam who, of course, stole Ben's and started a bit of a cry-fest just before we had to leave. Luckily, we had a perfect Sam-sized backpack on hand so crisis averted. (Last year I ordered Ben the (not so) perfect (for him) backpack from ebay which turned out to be slightly smaller than I had imagined. I ordered Ben another one immediately after receiving the teeny tiny first purchase which is what he's wearing. Sam is, of course, wearing the tiny one. It actually looks much larger in this photo than it does in real life. Definitely not big enough to transport all of Ben's school projects.)
Here's my good sweet boy ready for his first day. I'm sorry, but I just have to gush here just a little. Isn't he just the cutest little preschooler ever? I …

Is It Just Me?

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... Or does this cat...
... Look like this horror film monster?

I'm just sayin'.

This of course reminds me of the grade six sleepover I went to at Jen's house. All the girls wanted to watch Gremlins in the dark, but I made them leave the lights on because I was so scared. I sat in a recliner in the corner right under the lamp. *Shivers* I still hate scary movies and if I do happen to rent them I fast forward all the freaky parts till I know what happens and then maybe I watch them once I am assured that everything works out fine. Maybe. (Jen never invited me for another sleepover after that... I wonder why?)

Here's To You

There are many things in life that you can't count on. You can't count on sunshine when you plan a late summer photo shoot. You can't count on remembering your bank PIN at the Walmart checkout, even though you've punched that sucker in a thousand times. You can't count on holding down what you ate for lunch. You can't count on cash in your wallet when the skating club comes to your door selling those awesome chocolate mint things.

But there is one thing, well two really, that I can count on. Dixie and Becky will post. Almost every day. Sometimes more. So, when I'm bored and can't think of anything interesting to write to amuse myself, I at least have something to read. And when all the other regular bloggers (like me) take a week off (or three), you'll be there. It almost never fails. And for that, my girls, I raise my glass of dumb old milk (because I can't have alcohol or even caffeine) and toast you.

And here's to my mom. Who posts almost…

It Happens Every Time

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It never fails. If I'm pregnant and nauseated Red Lobster is unfailingly in the middle of it's endless shrimp promotion. (Retch.) I can't watch TV without the remote within arm's reach at all times for when their shrimptastic commercials flash onto the screen every single commercial break. (Gag.) I seriously should have taken this into consideration when planning this pregnancy. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now.

But it could be worse. I could be this guy.

(Just trying to stay positive.)