M is VERY stuff oriented, and it bothers me a bit. He is always, always talking about the toys that he wants. He is here for maybe a total of 2 months out of the year, and he has, hand to god, about 10 boxes full of toys.
I think it's a little bit ridiculous. Granted, many of them are toys from his whole like, but still. He has 20 stuffed animals! I wish this garage sale was happening after he left, because I would so go through them and weed them out a bit.
I think it's pretty natural for kids to want stuff, but I am also concerned that he goes to this swanky school (which, frankly, he shouldn't be going to, because it's way out of his BM's means) and even though he wears a uniform, I know he is going to become even more stuff oriented with his schoolmate's example. And mom is pretty appearance-oriented. I worry.
Oh, sitting in the lobby by the fire having a drink, also very nice. Even in the summer it gets chilly at night.
I feel like a bad native Californian in that I've never been to Yosemite.
Can I bitch about the weather? In the 10-day forecast, the lowest high is 94 degrees (the highest is 100). We had a little break over July 4 weekend, but it's been in the 90s for what feels like months now, and I am so tired of it.
especially since this is probably a publicity stunt/excuse to go back to writing the kind of books that she "repudiated" because she misses the money and the adulation.
That was my thought. Quickly followed by the faint hope that maybe she'll start writing
entertaining
vampire books again. (I'm re-reading The Vampire Lestat, and reveling in the overwrought bombast of it all.)
That sounds like it's worth bitching about, flea.
Leif is starting to get interested in personal electronics he's already asked about a DS and an iPod Touch (yeah, Dad would like one of those too but hasn't figured out how to justify it yet), but he's still a bit too rough and prone to misplacing with things. A few of his classmates have things like that, but a lot of them are two years older than he is.
It happens here every year, flea, and I still bitch about it.
Also, at least Ann Rice doesn't refudiate. But her books are still too damn long to hold my attention, and I don't recall asking about her spiritual health.
Far be it from me to attach any value judgments to tourism, Spidra, but Yosemite is an enormously beautiful place. I don't get to it as often as I'd like, but every time I have it's made good memories.
