I It's simpler for me to stand at a stove stirring than starting and restarting the gowy box (no, not that one, the other one) because that's how I'm processing effort investment.

Also probably faster.

ita, you need one of the magnetic mixing hotplates which can self-stir stuff. Maybe just liquids though.

I am realizing how much my mother loved me as I go through the annoyingly bureaucratic process of starting a girl scout troop. Because my mom did that for me, including taking a group of 3rd graders camping. I know intellectually she loved me, but it's only as I sit in these awful "trainings" that I realize she did the same for me.

I wonder if Grace will do the same for a daughter in the future.

Also, Paul Ryan's neighbors don't like him either.

OH! I went to a professional development today and won a Nook Color!

I am realizing how much my mother loved me as I go through the annoyingly bureaucratic process of starting a girl scout troop.

Ha! I guess my mother didn't love me THAT much. Or rather she expressed her love differently and hence released me from the bond of proving my love in that way. Because she wasn't a troop leader, and neither am I it seems. In fact, only my eldest sister Liz was a GS.

I was a girl scout for many years, but my mom did not do any troop leader type stuff.

But we have a few troop leaders on the board, which is nice.

Some day Emmett will count up all the hours I've spent coaching baseball teams and driving him to tournaments and practices.

Then he will shrug, eat another slice of pizza and forget about it for another ten years.

I went to a professional development today and won a Nook Color!

You are both developed and professional! Go you!

(I totally disapprove of tablet sharing, BTW. Some people need to go without, rather than handing them around. I see some of the OSes are coming out with security, but still..that's both my ego and mid and WEB BROWSING ARTEFACTS. Oy! A co-worker had me use his phone to take pics of him to send to his wife, and I clicked out (mistake, seriously!) twice and had to find the app and start the process again.)

NO MAMA NO.

(I was showing my mother some pics a while back, and she doesn't have tablet manipulation down at all--I think I'll take two down when I go for Xmas, deliberately hide the appropriate stuff, and let her get less hesitant. But I don't knwo what she was thinking when she asked "What are they doing to each other, ita !?" "Uh, huggin up on each other, Mummy." "They like each other a lot, huh?"I figure the "up" was enough to give "Hell no!" Not at Christmas dinner or any other meal later than 9am will you discuss your eldest drawing lesbian or any other sort of porn... not enough alcohol. Or inheritance.

Tales of woe: My mama never loved me. Or, more likely the value of Guides and Brownies meant alone time for the parents (not like that, honestly), a extra set of dinner time conversation topics, but we're were...wait...why am I remember this as just me? Did my sister swear the same odd oaths and find yet another hierarchical uniformed organisation to jump itno

I was also very briefly a...Campfire Girl? I think? It didn't last long. Whereas I was a girlscout from about 3rd grade until high school.

I was fascinated with all the hospital-set middle grades books, but I didn't see the parallel with my own back brace... I guess that was a grass is greener sort o thing.

Congratulations Jilli! Hooray Nook, Kat!

Ugh, HPF is fending off some bug - she's fine during the day but has a little bit of a low grade fever at night. Ever since she had strep a couple years ago, this pattern results in wicked night terrors. So she screamed at my face and sobbed in my arms last night inconsolably until we managed to get her calm enough to snap out of that portion of her sleep pattern. This morning? Remembers none of it. Happy as a lark. I am a frazzled, shredded bundle of nerves. The dr. says its fever triggered. Dr Internet says its nothing to worry about. Why do I feel like punching someone ?

So that is how we wrapped up HPF's 7th year. Going out swinging. Year 8 dawned bright and sunny.