Happy Birthday Emily and Other Stuff
Help! The cable is out and the children are entertaining themselves with rousing choruses of the Poo Poo Pee Pee Sandwich song. over and over and over and over. Only 8:30, bed time a million hours away. Must remain calm.
Christmas time is closing in...tree up and decorated and much shopping to still do. And Missy K's sleep over birthday party is Saturday. Game plan: pick up girls, take for pizza, take girls to see Enchanted (oh boy), take girls back to house for sleep over...birthday cake, candy, DVDs, and some species of party game. Party favors this year are reindeer antler headbands with Christmas bells. Are you guys bored yet? Must also find place for The Boy to stay while girly party is in full swing. Hopefully Jr. will come and help her sister entertain kiddies...makeovers and manicures again.
Okay, enough of that. I am boring myself now. What else is going on? Yesterday was Emily Dickinson's birthday. A man in England faked his own death and tried to plead amnesia five years after his supposed drowning. Despite the cleverness of this plan, he was arrested. A woman at work is from St. Petersburg (Russia, not Florida) and we have been discussing Russian poets. We both love Ahkmatova. She used to have a summer home near Ahkmatova's grave. One of the new writers is from England, Yorkshire I think. Nice guy who hates Binder like all right thinking employees do. He used to be a cop in London.
I'm out of practice here. Mr. Jack needs to check his homework on the school website (which he tells me now at 8:53 pm), so I'm off.
Always Mine!
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Always Mine!
No more Vacation!
Term of Light this Day begun!
Failless as the fair rotation
Of the Seasons and the Sun.
Old the Grace, but new the Subjects—
Old, indeed, the East,
Yet upon His Purple Programme
Every Dawn, is first.
Emily Dickinson
Help! The cable is out and the children are entertaining themselves with rousing choruses of the Poo Poo Pee Pee Sandwich song. over and over and over and over. Only 8:30, bed time a million hours away. Must remain calm.
Christmas time is closing in...tree up and decorated and much shopping to still do. And Missy K's sleep over birthday party is Saturday. Game plan: pick up girls, take for pizza, take girls to see Enchanted (oh boy), take girls back to house for sleep over...birthday cake, candy, DVDs, and some species of party game. Party favors this year are reindeer antler headbands with Christmas bells. Are you guys bored yet? Must also find place for The Boy to stay while girly party is in full swing. Hopefully Jr. will come and help her sister entertain kiddies...makeovers and manicures again.
Okay, enough of that. I am boring myself now. What else is going on? Yesterday was Emily Dickinson's birthday. A man in England faked his own death and tried to plead amnesia five years after his supposed drowning. Despite the cleverness of this plan, he was arrested. A woman at work is from St. Petersburg (Russia, not Florida) and we have been discussing Russian poets. We both love Ahkmatova. She used to have a summer home near Ahkmatova's grave. One of the new writers is from England, Yorkshire I think. Nice guy who hates Binder like all right thinking employees do. He used to be a cop in London.
I'm out of practice here. Mr. Jack needs to check his homework on the school website (which he tells me now at 8:53 pm), so I'm off.
Always Mine!
839
Always Mine!
No more Vacation!
Term of Light this Day begun!
Failless as the fair rotation
Of the Seasons and the Sun.
Old the Grace, but new the Subjects—
Old, indeed, the East,
Yet upon His Purple Programme
Every Dawn, is first.
Emily Dickinson
posted by MJ at 8:29 PM
5 Comments:
SUPERMOM!!!!
Yes, and Supermom will have the evening off on Christmas Eve! Yes, Supermom will be attending an evening of well mannered frivolity at the June residense in Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn. What's that you say? What will be on the menue? Why, goose of course!! What is Christmas without a roasted goose!! Goose and plum pudding of course. Merry Christmas!!!!
Supermom has made it very clear that goose cannot be on the menu. As the older sister, I must be obeyed. One would think that you'd want everybody to say "Oh how delicious!" and "Seconds please!" Instead of "pass the holiday barf bags, quick!"
Oh, tsk, tsk Sr. I know our tastes are evolved and mature enough to handle a lovely goose! You better watch it or there might be something even more interesting on the table, like snails!!! Oh yes, there will also be a mulled cider called Wazzle, Spaetzle, and roasted zuchini!! I am very excited after being cast aside on thanksgiving. Happy holidays!!!!
You wanna see cast aside...put goose and snails on the table. You'll have a bunch of guests making a meal out of bread. And guess who will be making turkey again next thanksgiving?!
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