this is my report

No, no, I have NOT left you all for myspace...although I do have a new myspace page, and it's kind of a weird place over there I don't mind saying. But I have been neglectful of my blogspot, and while I've been bouncing back and forth between having nothing to blog about and having SO much to share, I'll let you know what I've been up to (because, as Oh, Judy! and I have talked about before, answering that I'm just being a mom is sometimes not a sufficient answer).

~Well, firstly, my Superstar turned 3 on Monday. She had her first trip to the dentist, where she allowed the dental assistant to count her teeth, but not clean them ("No, Mommy, because it's dangerous!"). I made her a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, and did NOT throw a party for her this year, because I've come to realize that I should chill out on that aspect (more crap eliminated!) until she's old enough to ask for it. Today she went to the doctor for her well-check, and again, proclaimed that to have our good doctor look in her ears was very dangerous.

~You may have heard that I hiked the Y. This is true. I hated the climb, really hated it. And my body was so mad at me. At the same time, I'm completely addicted and can't wait to do it again. It was a rather spiritual experience for me, which perhaps I'll write about another time, and which I'm sure is probably not too uncommon for those who have hiked it. One of my main struggles was not laughing on the way up. Nienie's proclamation of Not Talking was, like herself, all too wise. The company and conversation was completely enriching.

~I also went to a party. I am not lying, nor exaggerating, when I say that my version of heaven includes this very breed of party. It was perfect. Part of the perfection was in planning. And being there. Honestly. My heaven.

~I really haven't gotten out too terribly much more than necessary, and for a good reason: I've been held captive by my radio. Yes, yes, it's that season again. Perhaps you don't know this about me: I'm a radio junkie. Though I've let up in recent years, I have an uncanny knack for winning prizes in radio contests. Really. I've won countless cds, restaurant gift certificates, concert tickets, even $864 in cash (that was from ONE CONTEST). The past three weeks I spent listening to a station that I LOATHE for the chance to win tickets to Disneyland. Fat chance, you say? Beware, naysayers: SOMEONE has to win, right? Often it's me... but this time it wasn't. (They were looking for caller #19; once I was #16, once I was #13, and once, I'm not joking, I was #6 AND #18.) That contest is over, but now I'm into a different contest, on my preferred station, to win some cash. Wish me lucky dialing.

~I'm pleased to announce that, due to our tax return, we are the ACTUAL OWNERS of our washer, and also our blue furniture. I love paying things off. And I love writing checks. Am I the only one who writes checks anymore?

Maybe that's it for now. I have to go check my myspace page.

I have 16 friends, you know.









Today's Yay: At Costco I bought 5 four-packs of those really yummy peaches in jars, and those are normally $3.99 FOR ONE JAR at the Macey's (or whathaveyou), but at Costco they're $7.35 for a four-pack, and I had a coupon for $1.80 off of up to five four-packs so I ended up spending about $27.75 on 20 jars of peaches (yes, we'll eat them all; feasibly before next Thursday) instead of $79.80 or whatever.
Today's Boo: I found out that my cousin's husband is being deployed to Iraq, and he'll be gone for 12 months.