"She's a little monster, BURSTING with energy, ladies and gentlemen, it's ZOE!!!!"
"Yea, it's ZOE, do you want to play my game?"
C-note and I have heard this dialog
only about seventeen thousand times today.
MR. B! Either play the game, or shut the damned thing up!
When I got to Cooke's Market, all of the electricity was out. The generator that was supposed to pop on, didn't. After 15 minutes of "candlelight" grocery shopping, I finally convinced the meat man to weigh a piece of salmon on the produce scale, and let me take it away. The front end computers had their own generator, so they could price your order, but you had to pay cash. Just like the old days. It was so quiet in the market, it was eerie. But I liked it.
Not only is C-note a genius, he is amazingly talented at catching flying shrimp in his mouth. High Five Con!
C-note is a genius. He is also an excellent big brother. Rock on Con!
This is Conor again. I just put the 'mailto' thing on to my mom's blog. Now all I have to do is make the writing green. Ufta!
This is
Conor typing right now. I just added links to family blogs on to this blog for my mom.
Things I did today:
1. Got Mr. B out of bed and dressed, teeth brushed
2. Made Mr. B's breakfast and lunch, took him to the bus
3. Loaded the dishwasher
4. Made my thermos of ayurvedic spice tea
5. Did four loads of laundry
6. Made 7 phone calls, and sent 4 e-mails
7. Exercised on my Stairmaster for 30 minutes
8. Did 30 minutes of meditation
9. Emptied the dishwasher
10. Cleaned 3 bathrooms (yuck)
11. Swept and vacuumed the downstairs floors
12. Watered the plants
13. Changed my bedsheets
14. Took Mr. B to the doctor in Beverly Hills (took 3 hours!)
15. Went grocery shopping, put away all that food
16. Made my special stir fry sauce
17. Made a medium sized stir fry and rice
18. Did the dishes
19. Made Mr. B's evening smoothie
20. Played two games of Passage 3
21. Helped Mr. B cut out artwork
Also, throughout the day, I chatted with C-note, killed ants, listened to C-note play many great songs on the electric guitar, killed ants, talked with C-note, answered 13 phone calls, killed ants, and answered all of C-notes questions and requests (including making a second dinner-he was still hungry), and killed ants. I live a FASCINATING LIFE!
Mr. B needs to go to bed now. It's been quite a busy day.
Mr. B has squirted a half of a bottle of blue glitter glue out in my bathroom (where did he find that damned thing?).
He has also rubbed most of a pot of lip balm onto his big belly.
Mr. B rolled down the stairs with a tall plastic kitchen bag over the top half of his body. Not funny.
Mr. B wants to glue his hair. With Windex.
Mr. B just hit the deck hard. Mr. B is laughing.
According to my laptop clock, Blogger is either nine or ten minutes ahead. This is ridiculous to post my current thoughts into the future. I'm sure that in nine or ten minutes I will not be thinking about what I'm thinking about right now, which is about smoke alarms.
Mr. B is rollerblading in circles around the sofa. Going on ten minutes now. He is holding a blank 3X5 card, a kitchen scrubber, a toothbrush, a hunk of playdough, and a small laminated flashcard that says "wish". All of these items are white, blue, or white and blue.
Mr. B says "Ah Oh, ah oh fall down" and laughs hysterically.
I am cooking artichokes.
While I did not actually hyperventiliate, looking for my lost palm pilot nearly did me in. Everything that I know, need to know, and people that I need to communicate with are logged onto that small silver rectangular device.
And while I know that Mr. B did not intentionally hide it under the sofa in his bedroom amidst various other miscellany, I still harbor a slight resentment that he could not remember that he carelessly tossed it under there after removing it from it's case. Mr. B loves the bright blue case. He has no use for the palm pilot though. Just me.
Granny also like to pull people's toes until they popped. It really hurt, but she just loved it.
Back from a great weekend in Big Bear. Everything is a "bear" something or other in that town. Big Bear reminds me a little bit of South Tahoe. Pretty, but sort of down-trodden in a quaint sort of way.
Big Bear has these great big rocks to climb around on, just like I did when I was young with Granny Betty at Twin Bridges, near Tahoe. It brought back great memories of those times, when Granny would always tell me in one breath to "Be careful Kid", and in the next breath say "C'mon Kid! Stop your lollygaggin " Granny always found a walking stick, though she certainly didn't need it. I remember that she only used it to poke things and people.
