The demon fly of Glenhew Rd

There's a fly. In my house. It won't die. I've chased it, batted it, swatted it, sprayed it with every type of cleaner in my home. Yet... it lives on. I thought fly's lifespans were like 12 hours or something. This thing has been here haunting me for 3 days. I think all the cleaners are mutating it into super fly. Did I mention it's driving me BONKERS???

Mass Hysteria

I get it...Hurricane's are dangerous, they're scary... they can KILL you. Really, I promise, I get it. What I do NOT get is the mass hysteria that grips this city with each hurricane that forms. See, there's this smidgen of common sense I have that tells me to make a hurricane kit, keep it stocked and not have to redo it each time a storm pops up. (Novel idea, huh?) My next argument to reason is that these terrifying storms do this little thing called form... they don't spring up like tornados. You have at least a week to watch it's intensity and progress. Why wait until the day before landfall and rip eachother's hair out in the water aisle? Humans are frantic sheep sometimes... one inthe flack panics and it's contagious until they trample eachother. Who needs an actualy hurricane... all we need is the idea of one.


That being said.. can I come crash at your place Mandy?

Playgroups and Mom socializing

SO I joined a couple playgroups to meet some moms around here and to get Kenneth a friend or two... basically this was a bad idea. I'm pretty poor at following anyone's directions and the leaders/organizers of the group seem to all be some pretty odd ball women. Fast forward to me deciding, screw it, I'll start my own... can't exactly get booted out of my own group because "gasp" my bruiser son crawls on top of other babies. Did you know that children will touch other children at playgroups? Apparently that notion was missed by some of these moms. I think they wanted their kids to sit around and stare at eachother or something. Actually, I still have not figured out what it was they were expecting. If I do, I'll pass that along.

So here's my own group... and all these poor women who've joined have to follow MY directions, planning and activities. I didn't realize what a big bite I took, I'm chewing it but it's time consuming and trying to get 40 women to do anything is like trying to herd cattle. So that's my latest adventure. I'm sure there will be pPLENTY of debacles to write about. My reccomendation: Don't try this at home, finda group who's organizer isn't completely mad and reap the benefits of their hard work!