They're baaaack

I love living in a university town. We get all the benefits of the university, like cool movies and bands, an educated populous of professors and graduate students and lots of opportunities for mini classes and extension courses. Unfortunately, we also get the undergrads.



Anyone who knows me, knows I hate the undergrads. They are shiftless, filthy, destructive, irresponsible drains on the city resources. They show a constant disregard for the people and property around them and act like they are entitled to behave however they wish because the surrounding city and it's services like Parks and Rec and the police are there to serve only them. Several times of year including Halloween and a spring block party they throw enormous parties that require an enormous police presence that costs taxpayers a ton of money in police overtime. I know that I did not behave like this as a college student and I hope to God that Olivia doesn't ever think that she can.

So the blissful summer months when the students are mostly gone are over and they have moved back in and left probably hundreds of tons of landfill waste in their tracks. Chad claims that I sound like a Republican when I talk about the students, the dirty hippies on State Street and their bad music, and Puerto Rico. I don't care, I wouldn't put my own kid over my knee, but these kids would get it in a second.

Full Moon Fever

One of the upsides to being an insomniac is the fact that i was up to see the lunar eclipse. The eclipse is one of those things that reminds Chad and I why we are meant for each other. I woke him up and we went and sat in the middle of our quiet, deserted street, held hands and were geeks in love.

We both are huge astronomy geeks, however both a little math challenged. Chad actually took astronomy for like a week in college, i knew better and just spent my entire childhood begging my mother to go to Space Camp.

It was just an amazing special treat for Chad and I to have a little quiet time that was just for us to admire the beauty of our house and street in the pitch dark, look at the stars and be in awe of the universe. I tried to use it as a time to think about how long the universe was here before us and how long it will be here after us. I actually find that comforting and it made some big terrible things seem a little smaller, for a little while.

Going back to school

I have decided that on those commercials for correspondence courses where you can learn to be a paralegal, vet tech, dental assistant they need to add meteorologist to the list. When i woke up this morning to what the weatherman told me last night was supposed to be a sunny sky, i heard only thunder. So I toddle down to my computer to find out where this storm is coming from and how long it will last, the weather channel tells me that I am experiencing sunny skies, fair weather all day. Apparently, the asshats at the weather channel were not looking at their satellite photo where my entire state was orange.

So, i think that since i have an obviously superior and natural ability to read a weather satellite photos that I am going to write in, get my asshat degree, and post random weather predictions on this blog right here.

What We Did On Our Summer Vacation

Here's a little photo dump from the last month. Olivia and her class at the city bus stop on the way home from the zoo. Chad, Olivia and Ali in the pool in Door County and Olivia making green , of course, cupcakes. Thank God most of my friends are pregnant and will eat anything.

She's a maniac

So here is another things that is cheering me up. Olivia has caught onto our current fitness craze and loves doing yoga with me. I finally was able to get me hands on a yoga for kids DVD from the library so this is her morning workout outfit. In case you are wondering, there are no pants, Olivia feels most a peace with her center if she is in her underwear.

Storm recovery

It appears that we will be getting a reprieve from our wet weather soon and I have had some help getting pulled out of my stormy mood. A call from Angie, and her impersanation of a hibachi chef, was nearly enough all on its own. But two nights in a row of homecooked meals, dropping one lousy pound, and a little TGIF Starbucks pulled me over the finish line this week.



Now I am looking forward to a weekend with my hubby, The Bourne Ultimatum on Sunday and hopefully a sunset run. Next week is only four days, its hard to screw that up.

Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

There are days, and thankfully i don't have many, that i cannot quiet my inner bitch. i try, but I fail. Today I'm not even sure I am trying. I did feel it coming on last night, so I put myself to bed early and then put myself back to bed after getting the kids off this morning. No luck. I am CRABBY! I am starting to forget what sunshine is after, literally now, weeks of rain. Three people, one of which was a toddler, were electrocuted at my bus stop yesterday after a lightning struck a power line right next to them. Chad's end of summer softball game was cancelled, which has made my daughter crabby. We have had some pretty sick friends, flooding neighbors, and the few last weeks of summer that we had after travel and visitors that we were going to spend as a family have been spent in our basement.

I am fighting with my health insurance company, and I am out of stamps. My floor needs to be mopped, and I hate mopping. I just yelled at my husband, and I know today is a day that I will probably yell at my child, or anyone who talks to me.

I think I'll move to Australia.