Friday nights, screams, and oatmeal.

Lordy, lordy.....Where do I start? So many thoughts swirling in my head, just waited to be recorded in blogging internet history.....Okay, I'll go in chronological order, for simplicity's sake:

Last night I took the kids to my school's Fall Festival. We feasted on hot dogs and chili, spent too much money on games and raffle tickets (which apparently I won none of, since no one called me to tell me I had won), and rode on a tractor to get a pumpkin out of the field behind the school. High times, I'm tellin' you. My teenagers were thrilled to be there, but at least all 4 kids had a good time, particularly when we left by the time promised.

Then I spent a couple of hours delivering the kids to the activities they REALLY wanted to attend on a Friday evening. Rachael went to a haunted house, where her boyfriend was among the living dead. Joseph went to a movie with a girl he claims is NOT his girlfriend, but he has been hanging out with for the last 2 years. Daniel went to the Teen Scream dance at our church, which is for Jr.High teens. The highlight of the evening, he claims, was the guy dressed up as a nerd for the costume contest, and when he and his guy friends all danced goofy and the girls thought they were stupid. Ah, to be 12 again. Aaron had no scheduled activity, being 6 years old, so he was forced to drive around with me dropping people off, so after Baron arrived he was rewarded with a trip to purchase "Over the Hedge"
and a silly container of Potty Putty, which makes fart noises. Glad to make everyone happy.





This morning, when Baron and I were still in bed, we were....um....getting up close and personal when, at a crucial moment, my youngest child started screaming at his older brother. If anyone was going to scream, I was kind of hoping it would be one of us.


It was funny later....much later....but at the moment it had quite the...ahem....dampening effect. A few minutes later, we were able to get the mood back and finish what we had started, but it was not the way I wanted to get Baron's eyes open. Let's just say I prefer to make other parts of his body stand straight up, not the hair on the back of his neck. I'm pretty sure he's forgiven me.




On to breakfast. The same child, who was already WAY out of my good graces by this point, did not like ANY of our breakfast selections. In looking for a box of cereal, he spied a box in the back of the cabinet. "What's that?" he asked. It was a box of oatmeal.
No wait, it was FOUR boxes of oatmeal. One with an expiration date of 2002, one with a date of 2004, and finally, a more current box with an expiration date of 2006. What a selection. Before I looked at the expiration dates, I had already fixed a package of maple and brown sugar. Even though it was from the oldest box, it still tasted good to me. I think because it's sealed in individual packages.

Who knows? We are well-stocked. Beggars can't be choosers. I'll eat it.



Then, as morning tradition dictates, I sat down at the computer to check my e-mail and blog friends, and found this:
The celebrity man of my dreams, Harrison Ford, has agreed to make a fourth "Indiana Jones" movie. Yeah, baby. Read all about it here.

Who gives a sh-t if he's 64? Who could turn this man down? I couldn't. And wouldn't! (sorry Baron) Of course, it's not likely to happen. But a girl can dream, can't she?

Then, there's this item: I dropped by "Across the Board" and there was this article about deep-fried pizza. I've had a deep-fried Snickers bar (decadent, but delicious) and heard of deep-fried Twinkies. I've even had a fried bologna sandwich at the ballpark. The deep-fried pizza DOES look good! Check it out!

Finally, I am proud to report that my 2 teenagers got their 1st quarter reports in the mail today and they both received all A's and 1 B+, in spite of taking all Honors clases and being active in so many things. They're good kids.

Well, that's all I've got for now, except to stop over at Redneck Nerdboy's and check out his snazzy new template. I'm saving my pennies so I can get one with a coffee theme from his buddy Shane, who has the hysterical blog title of "Danke Shane". Almost as good a read as Redneck himself. Have a good weekend, y'all!