Have you ever mixed corn starch and water?

No! What does it do?!

(Dear Mrs. P-C,

Your son is hott, and I am going to steal him away and force him into an unholy marriage.

Love,
Teppy the white devil)

Heeeeeeeeeee.

P-C, are you then filled with an urge to explain to people why the boiling noise gets softer before the pot comes to a comlete boil?

I don't even know!

Oooh.

I know the rant. Does it include how they take so much more than they actually need?

Ok. That I didn't know. Also? I'm not sure it's good for my sanity to know that. Thanks for the sympathies, folks.

Happy B-Day to Victor.

I feel sure there is more I meant to say but have forgotten. Me=tired.

I'm sorry I disappeared. Work ate my brain.

Cindy, thank you. Yes, the sentence is a big deal and it was very nice to hear.

Thanks everyone for the happy birthday wishes. I think they worked. He settled down toward the evening. We didn't even have a cake because we were going to pick it up today, so instead I gave him more ice cream than he's ever had at one time (a whole scoop!). He ate it all! with a spoon! (both are amazing) then he grunted the angry grunt and slung his bowl across the table and I figured out he wanted more. He got the big grins on his face when I showed him the container and proceeded to give him another scoop. He was very happy and ate it all up.

Tomorrow I'm taking him to the doctor. He spent most of the day coughing, not a whooping cough non-stop thing, but pretty bad. Tonight he has the warm humidifier with Vicks liquid stuff.

My partial meara:

job~ma to you, Askye!

Happy Birthday Victor! I'm sorry I'm late.

behave-ma to Robin's girly-bits. Don't make me come down there!

Ah, Bev, I'm sorry about you missing your ocean time. I wish I could come mom-sit for you.

For Em, the pede told us to put books and toys in Aidan's bed at bedtime, and then, if he got up, just put him back and he'd learn to self entertain until he was sleepy again. He rarely sleeps through the night. I'd adjust her bedtime, too, though. Kara's bedtime went to 8 really quickly and is now 8:30, reading for 15 minutes, and then lights out. It's not really enough sleep for her, but she seems unable to sleep any sooner.

Andi, sorry about the blood. I have to do a cholesterol and liver function one soon. I'm just too busy/frazzled to find a nearby hospital and go do it. This week, maybe.

School is canceled again tomorrow due to the cold. I wondered about that until I realized that most of the kids walk to school around here some of them almost 2 miles. We did that in Alaska without harm, but it's a pretty unusual cold for this area, I think.

I am sure that I missed commenting on some things. Is too much, I summed up. And now that I've caught up, I think I shall go to bed.

Ah yes, thanks, Deena, for joggling my memory....

{{{Bev}}} you surely deserve a nice weekend away, too bad about the being sick.

Girly-bits~ma to Robin. Make sure to get IP rights on that drive-through hysterectomy concept.

{{bev}}

I have one episode left and i'll be caught up with Veronica Mars...Save or watch, save or watch...

actually I think I'll just take the dvd player to bed ( can you tell Matt is out of town ?)

2 hours 45 minutes makes a lot more sense, in a very very painful way.

Aimee, the toy thing seems to do the trick, at least with Mal. He also has a pretty bright nightlight, so books work also.

I had the Day From Hell at work yesterday. Then we did taxes last night, and I discovered that my take-home for 2006 was right around $1000. For the year.

Oh well, I knew I was working just to keep my security clearance and network a bit for the next job, but still, that stings.

Dammit! Happy birthday Victor and Aidan--I'm just under the wire Pacific time.

Knob Creek.

Heh. You said knob. Heh.

Which reminds me: Amusing Teaching Anecdotes From Last Week.

1) Rhyming words. Yes, I should have had my brain switched on and seen this one coming - but they're very little and innocent. So it didn't cross my mind to red flag 'kick' when someone suggested it as a word we could make rhymes for. We made lots of rhymes. Inevitably somebody said (in the most oblivious, helpful tones) 'dick', to which I straightfacedly replied "Yes, Dick is a boy's name, good idea!" While my inner twelve year old was cracking up. (It is a mark of their innocence that nary a one of them registered that dick was a rude word. Bless my little buggers.)

2) Visiting www.hungry-wolf.com to find out where Mr Wolf has been on holiday (and get the recipe for delicious huff puff cakes, which we made for optional chocolatey maths homework at the weekend, practicing measurement) I was asking them to identify the five locations he sent postcards from. We'd got New York, The Beach, Skiing in the mountains and Egypt. There was just one postcard left.

"Bon...Bon...Bon..." said one kid.

"Now that's the Italian word for hello, we used it last week when we took the register, remember? Bongiorno. But the NAME of the place is written down the side. See? Pi...."

"PENIS!" exclaimed Priyank triumphantly.

My face never flickered; my tone remained pleasant, earnest and helpful.

"Not quite. Have another look."

"Pisa?"

"Yes! Almost like pizza, but not quite. Listen: Piza. Piza. Say it with me..."

And of course inside I am weeping with laughter.

eta

Oh, crap. Sorry, meant to say - damn, Robin. All my inadequate punctuation are belong to you.

cereal

Apropos of nothing...

...is there a cocktail out there called a Metaphor? If not, I may have to invent one. Because I think that the entertainment of mixing a metaphor would just never die. YSenseOfHumourMV, but I think that would continue to make me giggle long after Long Sloe Comfortable Screws had grown passe.

is there a cocktail out there called a Metaphor? If not, I may have to invent one.

You absolutely should. Would it be one of those drinks that settle in multi-colored layers? Or an innocuous tea-colored beverage that tastes like a slightly fruity whiskey and then dissolves your knees?