and Kathy wants...

Picked this up from KEP . Google your own name plus the word "wants" and see what comes up. A little silly, but funny.

1. Kathy wants...a Tablet PC.

2. Kathy wants...to drive a race car.

3. Kathy wants...to quit smoking for good.

4. Kathy wants...to make sure local councils have the right and power to plan reasonably.

5. Kathy wants...to get her hands on some black caulk!

6. Kathy wants...to look good, but thinks of herself as more of a whole person.

7. Kathy wants...to purse the task of learning the steps to post.

8. Kathy wants...to lose 12 pounds.

9. Kathy wants...to get all the boxes out of storage.

10.Kathy wants...to make sure you know that she wouldn't ignore Mr. Right if he ever shows up!

The "rules" (are there any?) don't say you have to take the first ten, so I skipped a few that were too creepy for my taste. Oh, and Mr. Right actually showed up about 35 years ago. I don't ignore him, but occasionally I make the mistake of taking him for granted. :-(

...and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!

ksl and I were sitting at the kitchen table after work yesterday and suddenly there was a scream of genuine pain and distress from Firecracker in the playroom. He was in there all alone and there had been no crash so she leaped up and raced in there to see what was wrong. She brought him back to the kitchen (stopping at the frig for one of those frozen things to put on boo-boos) and then held him in her lap while he sobbed. I asked him, "Sweetie, what happened?" He stopped crying and glared at me in fury. "YOUR ARK pinched my finger!!" Wow. My bad. And there was really nothing anybody could say to him to make it not my fault. Obviously, I need to be more careful.

It's so quiet!

I had forgotten how quiet my house can be. And clean at the same time :-) The timing for this day is just fluky. The cleaning lady came yesterday and then last night we had a birthday party for Bubby (I'm sure his mama will post about it later when she has time.) And as soon as the party food was put away, Bubby and all his family loaded up the car and left for a visit with out of state relatives. Leaving me with a clean house. And today, my only daycare baby who can walk (and who is, therefore, capable of making any kind of mess--if you don't count spit-up, which is something they all do very well) is out of town. The only folks here just eat, sleep, poop, grin and play for just a minute, then sleep some more (and poop some more). No one is screaming "NO" because you breathed on him, no one is slamming doors on his brother's fingers, no one is promising you that "I ready to obey" when obedience is the last thing on his mind, there is no "KISS ME, I'M GLUTEN FREE!" Just quiet. It's really nice.....and yet......oh, my, I do miss them.

Last night, while they were packing the car for the trip, I sat and held the Cream Puff for awhile. And she decided she would kiss me. A lot. She grabbed my hair (ouch!) and pulled it really hard so she could get up close to rub her slobbery mouth all over my cheeks and chin and neck. It was so gross--slimy and wet. I would wipe my face dry with her dress and she would kiss me again. We were both laughing so hard. Sweet, sweet, sloppy, precious baby kisses. When she goes to live in the pink room in her big new house, she will be mad at me for disappearing. And I will miss her.