So…didja miss me?
Hey everybody, I’m alive. Busy, insanely busy…but alive, none the less. I’ve had weeks of people visiting, plus I’m going through a major manic period…and instead of my usual hopping off to Europe to seduce a viscount, I’ve been organizing…and I do mean Organizing with a capital O. It took the local charity a semi-tractor trailer to haul all the stuff away…and that was only from 2 rooms. I got rid of so many clothes that I’m down to only two dressers…well, and a walk in closet…but still, for me, that’s a huge reduction. 
I hired a closet company to come do that organizing/rebuild thing…but thus far, the project could be considered a bit of a problem. We’ll see if it all pans out, or if I’ll need help hiding the bodies. Either way, it’ll give me something to do.
The boy is two. Boy, oh boy, is he two. Today, he’s particularly two. And I quote Bill Cosby’s wife when she said to him “I want you to kill the boy!” I’m sure after his nap, things will improve, or one of us is going to live with the gypsies. (oooh, me please! I look fabulous in the outfits and who doesn’t want necklaces made with gold coins?)
I hope all is well in the cyberfriend universe, and I hope to catch up with everyone as time, boy, construction, holidays and new business launch allows. (More on the new business later.) Please, if I’ve missed anything important, i.e., births, birthdays, deaths, trips to Saturn, new boyfriends/girlfriends/livestock, drop me a note here so I can help you celebrate/mourn/hide the bodies.
Hugs to everyone from the manic arachnid!
hehe yessss… i hear you on the especially two front. oh my do i hear you. i routinely call my mother & tell her to come get the baby or i’ll sell her to gypsies. she laughs. she has no idea. if i could find them in lawton, boy howdy.
we need to plan another get together for this summer, before mike gets out of his recruiting school & we get sent back to the west coast somewhere. he’ll be in class for the month of june, so i’m pretty free if you have a weekend in there somewhere. i promise to check my tires first haha.
Wheeeeeeeeeee – I was just thinking of you last night Ms. Soapy Lady. Are things still go with Soapy Hollow? If so, I’ve got a quick question or two for you…
I have made Kevin look thru the soaps. It’s rather like hanging around R’lyeh for that big important event on my planner.
It’s a step, so letting you know (^_^)
Welcome back! And just wait until he turns three. Hoo boy!
I kinda figured that you were up to your eyeballs: normally, you’d at least check in from time to time. Congratulations on the massive renovation/organization: the Czarina and I are doing the same thing right now (as it is, we’re going to have an eBay sale from Hell when we’re finally finished), and even considering the massive amount of books I’ve just jettisoned, it’s time to get rid of more. If you want to talk, just yell…
Great to hear from you – was wondering where you’d gotten to!
I was about to email you! I was all worried! I’m glad to things are going relatively okay, defined as “no one dead or maimed.”
I would love that! June is far enough out that I can pencil in anything you’ve got.
Things are still a go, I’m just thinking about branching out into a more logical progression…but the soaps are still my fave.
Oh dear lord, I fear it…I do. I think I may have to cave in and put him back in preschool some of the time…I’m just exhausted from trying to be a constant entertainment center and mommy-climbing wall.
And potty training…dear gods in heaven, how do people do that?
Yeah I had about 11 boxes of books that we either took to half-price, or donated to the literacy drive. But they were all just crap paperbacks, or duplicates of classics where we already had multiple copies.
Mostly for me is was clearing out all the clothes from the Reagan, Bush and Clinton eras. I figured it was safe to assume that I didn’t really need leg warmers or big shoulder pads.
And I found this cache of pink clothes. PINK! What I want to know is who snuck in and put all the pastels in my closets and drawers. I don’t remember every wearing pastels…and yet, there they were, bigger than life…absolute tons of seashell, seafoam, watermelon, sage and light blue. WTF?
Oh, I keep trying to sell myself to the gypsies…they keep making me come back. Apparently, I’m a little too rowdy for them.
Well…no one that we’ll admit to knowing about…
I know you loved to hear that one…
I told you that those drugs would destroy your longterm and shortterm memory, but did you listen to me?
Very much. Hugs.
Don’t worry too much about potty training. Boys take longer, and frankly, aren’t ready as soon as we’d like them to be. When it’s time for him to potty train, he’ll just do it and it will be easy. I promise.
*skwish*
I’m sorry, but who *are* you?
heh.
awh.
Thanks!
Yeah, he goes some of the time, and some of the time, it’s a screaming, kicking temper tantrum when we try. I guess that’s the frustrating part, I just can’t fathom why it causes these temper tantrums.
oh saint’s preserve us all from that…