Like crack.

I’m once again becoming addicted to City of Heroes. I like my new Hero. She’s a tanker. And she’s cute. And she can take on 10 men all attacking her and walk away with all her endurance and most of her life. Basically, she kicks ASS!

Unfortunately, like my healer, she can’t solo. I need a good damage dealer to dish it out while I have the baddies aggro’d and attacking me.

*counts down the time for Ben to get home so we can play*

Protected: For the Love of Coffee

I’m a slacker.

I want to post. I really do. I have a bunch of blogs half finished or more sitting in a folder on my desktop at work. For some reason they just don’t seem to be making it HERE.

I want to get a bunch of pictures of the house and post them all but I’m still not done unpacking my clothes and I’ve just begun to whore the printer. I got pictures hung up in the stairway. I want that to be our family/important people wall.

I started to get the shelves over the bar decorated. Printed pictures out for that. I went to Target and walked up and down home decor isles to get idea’s. SO. MANY. IDEA’S. That store is bad. Bad, bad, bad. There are so many things I want to do and I just don’t know where to begin. I want to get the computer room/living room area done first though since thats where we spend most of our time.

Cassidy has SO much homework everyday. She had to write 25 spelling word three times each, read for 20 minutes then write about the story and do math today. SO MUCH. Yesterday she had to write all 25 words in sentences plus reading plus math. 25!!

Ben and I went to Back to School Night last night. I like her teacher. She is very stern but I think Cassidy needs that. She tends to be strong-willed. And that’s a gross understatement.

I really need to get a work blog going. Something you have to register to read. I just have SO much to write about and here is not the space. Not at all.

Liberals in the news lately have been pissing me off. I’ve listened to NPR the last week or more and heard normally smart people say things that make my jaw drop. Stop it people. We are the smart ones, the tolerant ones, the fighters of the good fight. Stop making asses of yourselves. Please.

Somebody give me some links to good blogs you like to read. I have a few that I catch daily. Dooce, Blurb, Busymom, The Blue Sloth, Eu… people who SAY things and I like that. But some of the other blogs I’ve been reading for years seem to be so… bland and mundane lately. I don’t get it. Maybe I’m looking for more. More content. More thought. More depth. More… cowbell?

I’ve been keeping the house clean. Like, in 27 years I’ve never had a place that I’ve been so proud of. I come home everyday and mop, windex, swiffer.. I want the house to be a home. A sanctuary. A place where people feel welcome and cozy. It’s somewhat of an obsession.

I’ve become completely immersed into this book. Marie got it to me for my birthday. It’s fantastic. I haven’t read The Da Vinci Code yet and she said to start with this. I want to start reading more. I love to read. LOVE to read.

Speaking of which, I’m gonna go soak in a hot tub and read. I know I jumped around and nothing really lead to the next. Thoughts seem to come that way right now. See the new counselor tomorrow. Had to get one closer to home. Hopefully the thoughts will be back on track then.

Back Yard

I can’t tell who enjoys the back yard more. The cat, who goes out there every time I do or the kid who’s been out there perfecting her cartwheel skills ALL DAY LONG.

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Back to the grind.

I feel like I’ve completely neglected life the last few days. If it didn’t involve packing, unpacking, carrying heavy objects or PAIN then I probably didn’t notice it.

Our internet was down when we got here. SBC said we’d have to buy another modem to replace the one THEY gave us. They did this on a day where Ben was in the middle of moving. Not a good move for them. When I asked Ben if moving was really THAT BAD he responded, “There’s Nazi’s… then there’s moving.” His fuse was cut to about an inch in length, doused with gas and everything around him was a giant match. He was such a trooper though. Did I mention he packed the ENTIRE KITCHEN himself? I think I did but it was worth mentioning again. Anyway, we now have Comcast Cable. Ben is happy. And that is good.

Back on track… life. I checked the news for the first time today. I took a bath last night. An actual hot, scented, kid free hour in the tub. Today I read blogs, I played with Cassidy, I sat in our huge new living room and ate breakfast while watching the Today Show. It was nice.

I got Cassidy all enrolled in the new school today. She gets out everyday at 3:00PM which was WONDERFUL news because that means I don’t have to go into work at 5:00AM in order to pick her up in time which is what I was expecting. On Tuesdays she gets out early. But I can stand going in early ONE day a week.

I didn’t mention this before because I had SO much other stuff going on but Ben got me an Epson Photo R320 for my birthday. Last night I was able to print my first picture on photo paper and frame it. I plan on filling the house with pictures now. I’ve been wanting one of these for a long time and I can’t wait to have pictures on the walls and shelves and everywhere you look.

Today Cassidy was ECSTATIC when she heard the ice cream man coming from at least a mile away. She told me she heard him and I told her she was delusional and when he went driving by the house she gave me a VERY clear ‘I told you so look’ but I think my haggard appearance from spending the prior five hours at the apartment cleaning carpets kept her from actually vocalizing it. She’s learning. heh

I felt bad and she was SO good today while I cleaned so I told her she could have an ice cream and she ran down the street like a crazy child waving her hands like she was trying to take flight.

Back to work tomorrow. G’night all.

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Law reform #00002:
Every inventor, scientist, math genius, etc. shall be forced into seclusion to work around the clock until such a time there is a working, marketable, mass produced machine capable of washing, drying and then folding your clothes into a neat pile.