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What's Your Damage, Mommy?

#3 went through a phase where he was playing with Pokemon or Digimon or Bakugon or Tampon or some such thing and each little character had an amount of "damage" it could do.   This little plastic creature could do 10 damage or 15 damage and so #3 would come up to me and ask what my damage was...the Dude found this very funny.  

The past few days have got me wondering what my damage is though.

I seem to be stuck in the mud and unable to motivate myself beyond barely functioning.   At the same time I have a million and one things to do and they're just not getting done.   Today I am supposed to be studying for an exam and I decided to climb up on the roof and clean out the eavestroughs.  Who does that?  You've got to have a very well developed avoidance muscle to think that balancing up on the roof clearing out enough pine needles to build a hut would be better than going back over Bloom's Taxonomy (who thought I'd ever need that again?).      Does it mean that I really should not be even trying this exam if I'd prefer to be out on the roof?   

Part of my problem is that I come from the land of "Suck it up, Sister" and too much reflection on just why you're having trouble functioning is not encouraged.   Drown your feelings.   Walk it off.   Who wants ice cream?     Identify the problem and fix it.    Just frickin' do it.    

It's identifying what exactly my damage is that's the problem at this point.  

So, what's your damage?  

So Proud

 Spock Backs Star Trek Premiere in Vulcan, Alberta

Okay, when you read that article you need to know that the tourism director for Vulcan, Alberta is a good friend of mine from high school.  I'm so proud of her I'm almost bursting.   

You can go join the facebook group to bring the Star Trek premiere to Vulcan - go...do it...it's so cool... 

I'm strangely happy about this week's turn of events for Vulcan. 

I've got a bad feeling about this....

d'ja ever get yourself into a situation that you just knew wasn't going to end well?   D'ja ever have to ask people to do something that required a fair amount of understanding and sort of making them bend over backwards to accomodate someone else but you knew that the end result of the bassackwardness wasn't going to be great?   It was just going to result in ruffled feathers and a possibly extra large stain on your reputation?    All in the name of experience?  

No?  Me neither.  

If I only had a brain

Tough week.  

The good news is that Scruffy II is here now and very comfortable in his new life as #3's most cherished possession.   Oh and also kind of awesome is that I had emailed the company that gave the little stuffed dogs out as a promotional item before I emailed the preschool parents and had told them the whole sob story about Scruffy being lost.    A lady from the company emailed me and asked for the address so she could send #3 a new Scruffy - she even called him by name.  It was beyond cute and super kind - I can just imagine she's somebody's mommy and she understood the whole lost love object feeling.     So if you should need flea control for your dog think about the one with the little yellow lab puppy with the blue bandanna...  I not going to do a real promotion for them since I don't actually use their product but a kind deed is worth my giving a half-assed endorsement, non? 

Happy Birthday to my sister - forgot that one this week.  I really shouldn't forget it since I drank with her age of majority card for years and the date ought to be burned into my memory.    

The Dude came down with a wicked illness - might be the plague...who knows.  It must have made him a really popular guy on his flight to Minnesota.    He's having a crappy week too since there's nothing quite so awful as being sick away from home in a generic hotel room without your mommy to put a warm sock with Vick's Vapor Rub on it around your neck.    

I'd love to feel sorry for him but since he's in Minnesota...I'm here with the kids.  Dangling at the end of my rope as it is and with the addition of the Odyssey of the Mind weekend...well, here's what happened

Get it?  It's a bottle of wine with My Name on it.    I know...when I'm left alone with three kids and a dog and an ill tempered cat I get up to no good.    

The Dude's step-grandfather passed away on Friday.  He'd been ill for some time and it wasn't unexpected but he was a wonderful, kind man and it's a sadder world without him.  

And jumping off from there...why is it next to impossible to find a nice respectable dress for a 10 year old to wear to a funeral?    Not everything they do requires sparkles, designer people!    Just a nice, simple dress without spangles or "I ROCK!" written on it would be fine.   

So that's kind of disjointed and weird...but check back on the picture and you might understand why. 

Happy Sunday Night  y'all!