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!

Yeah, so I'm a sorry blogger.. what's your point.

Finally gettting around to business. Mandy tagged me to do this b/c she loves me. Too bad she was one of the ppl I would have tagged so I'm down one tagee.


1. List these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.



1. My recent slackness in all things computer can be blamed on the following:
an addiciton to a local message board :http://kingwoodunderground.com
my new project: handmade baby blankets

2. I've been a mom for 9 months today. I can't believe it. I hate to admit people were right when they say they grow fast. I guess people can't always be wrong.

3. Children's toys, decor and almost all things baby are gnerally obnoxious to my ears and eyes. Lucky for KP I suck it up for him. (minus the character themed items... that's taking it too far)

4. I wish all my friends has some sort of Instant Messenger.

5. I'm systematically trying to convince everyone I love to move here. I think I've gotten my sister hooked... working on the Verdes and my parents now.

6. I HATE the feel of cotton balls and felt. I HATE the smell of celery. *gag*

7. (wow this is hard.. am I that boring?)


That's it... skipping both #7 and the tagging it forward. I've been staring at the screen blankly for about 5 minutes. Apparently I'm not very interesting and i don't have friends. Ha. That, or the juices aren't flowing. I'll hope it's the latter :)

I guess I was mistaken

I always say Finny is a demon but judging my this picture he's either really a ghost or an angel:





Kidding... but this was a funny moment. Kenneth would go fool everytime Fifi came to the window. As you can see he isabout to launch himself in this shot ;)

Jett Lee, GSO and Leonardo Da Vinci

Jett Lee came to IAH yesterday to meet my son. Unfortunately David had to work, but Jett was only here for the day. He flew in in the morning and went home on the 1730 flight. It was lovely to see another old GSO mafia member. It's kind of ironic that the majority of the people who have come here to see Kenneth are not from Houston. The vast majority of my IAH friends seem to think I live in China and have yet to set foot up here. (I suppose that means I shouldn't call them friends, really.) Anyways... here's my list of all the GSO peeps I have coerced into my home:



Mark Tucker, Mr. antisocial himself

Adam Wilson

Rick Rosinski

Adam Jett Lee

The Verdes tried ( I shot 'em down, I still felt like shit on a stick from the whole little thing called birth)

And although they didn't come here I feel compelled to add Emily and Mary, becasaue they did, in fact drive to Myrtle when I was there



Anyways... We went to the Houston Museum of Natural Science and went to the Leonardo Da Vinci exhibit. It focused largely on his inventive work rather than his art, which, so impressive in and of itself. He was a THINKER! He really had some innovative ideas for his time. He wanted to flllllllllllllllyyy to. If you're in Houston before 9-8-08 check it out.



that's it. ttfn.

mmmmmm.....Homemade soft pretzels

I've made a pact with myself I'm not going to ever make cookies for Kenneth's school parties... I'm making these. Just call me Martha Bjork.


PS. I was feeling artsy and made some into sticks, after baking them I rubbed h2o on them and rolled 'em in cinnamon sugar.