Alora Danae

Long enough to say: My headache has now been joined by a decreased body temp and lots of sweating. Cold and clammy to the gross extreme.

I *can't* have the flu. I never see anyone to get exposed to germs!!

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I think of moments every day - especially cute things the boys do - but find them so hard to recall or intelligently put into words once in front of the computer. I mean to work on that.

Otherwise - I have a phone interview Monday morning at 9 am. Please please please send good vibes. If I don't get a job and get out of the house soon, I do not promise to be responsible for my behavior.
(Not that I usually am, but still.)

Yes, in true Wit style, I had a brilliant idea, set it in motion, and then wandered off to do other stuff. (Except, I didn't so much wander as get yanked that way.)

This is not a real update. This is a public service announcement. If you are in the D.C. area and lacking plans tonight, please please please go see Improv Now! tonight at the Laurel Mill Playhouse
in Laurel, Maryland. Show starts at 8:0 pm and looks to be *awesome*. (And Balth is in it. And he's awesome.)

Post!! Post away!! I know I keep saying I will post life details "later in the day" and then not doing it, but this time I mean it! Really! Look for life update info this afternoon.

Wondering if the whole Friday Update would benefit or suffer from a challenge. I wonder.

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CHALLENGE
Name a TV show that you would recommend hands down to everyone you know. Why is optional but appreciated. Bonus points for not picking Buffy, LOST, or Glee (which we all already know are fabulous) in favor of something even a little obscure.

My show? Saving Grace with Holly Hunter. Anyone, ANY-one (over the age of 18) could love that show, mythology handling was just so damn kewl!!! And sex! And sarcasm!

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And finally, I'm looking for people to donate bead necklaces for the kidlets. Not your most precious Mardi Gras beads ever. No, rather ones that you can accept will end up mangled and tangled and making two little (almost 3!) boys very happy.

Peace!

They loved me. They don't think I have enough experience doing user testing, however, so they're not going to hire me.

But hey, I'm not drinking!

Yes, tomorrow is Friday. But for my friends who see this before 9 am, I have a different request.

Please send good energy, prayers, rain dances and what not in my general direction for a job interview scheduled for tomorrow morning.

It will not be the end of the world if I do not get this job.
It will NOT be the end of the world if I do not get this job.

But still. It would be awfully kewl in a "not have to move the five of us into a loft apartment" kind of way if I got the job.

So. Good vibes. Rain dances.

Oh, and post something. For Friday.

I have mentioned how an excessive amount of my day is spent saying some form of "Child, do not punch, kick, smack, bite, or tackle your sibling. Even if you both think it's funny. Even if you're both giggling." For the record, these lectures are *almost* always aimed at the toddlers rather than the teenager. Also I admit I am somewhat to blame, being a big supporter of games and chicanery which involve pillow fights, bouncing on the bed, tickle fights, etc.

So it should have been no shock yesterday to find myself in a mall play area calling out - quite loudly, might I add -

"Cub, do not sit on your brother and ride him around like a pony!!!"

(No, I'm not just imagining the other moms think I'm weird. They think I'm weird.)

And I noticed before 5pm!!
(Yes, being a domestic goddess sometimes results in my days running together. I keep *forgetting* that it's Friday. le Sigh.)

So. Update! Biotches! Tell me of your home world, spin for me your tails, send for Dinazade and tell me a story.

(...toss in fifteen cents and a nail and the shell of a great-great-great-grandfather snail...)

My brain is a fog, so this will not be the most coherent update. But it's Friday, so we must update! (Except you people out in the woods, who are excused, and I'm sorry I won't be joining you, but I'm still in a fog. No infecting the nice people in the woods.)

We are all alive. I am the last sick one left in the house, which is no fun.

The boys are getting closer and closer to three, at least behaviorally. At least once an hour I hear, "No, that's MINE!!" followed rapidly by little running feet. A second later a twin runs through the room with toy de jour, with other twin hot on his heels and crying. Essentially they've become masters of the snatch and grab.

Well, not masters. Kit also has a love for raiding food out of the pantry whenever it's left open. Less than an hour ago I heard rustling from the kitchen and as I started to head that way, he came running around the corner at top speed with snack crackers clutched in his hand. Which of course resulted in a direct collision with my legs. Busted!

They're also getting very into wrestling, which is concerning as they don't have any sense of how far is too far. So lots of "Don't pinch that, no pushing, no kicking, Do Not Sit On Your Brother!!" being heard around here.

Boo just had his last day of school until the summer session starts. Unfortunately his anxiety is through the roof, so we're worried about him.

Balth is well but tired, and being an amazing trooper under field hospital conditions. Dratted flu.

What else.
Salivating for True Blood to come back.
Pondering gardening.
Cleaning.
Still not sleeping enough.
Considering taking a week off fB to see how much of my time gets freed up. ("Facebook, why can't I quit you!!")

And that, I suppose, is the news.

First the illness came for my husband, but I said nothing, because he's a big boy who can take care of himself.

Then the illness came for Thing One and Thing Two, and I said "Rats!!" because I take care of T1 & T2 and they are considerably less fun when sick.

Then the illness came for me, and I said "D*mmit!!", because T1 & T2 are still sick and I know exactly how bad they feel.

Bleh.

So what started as a "Cripes, I forgot to remind people to do Friday Updates" post - because, honestly, I just realized it was Friday, ah the joy of SAHMing - has turned into a "Jeepers, whoa, people posting awesome clever things!! And I didn't have to be involved!!" Go on, baby...go take on a life of your own. As long as it's real life, not zombie life.

So my 30 second post ends with:
Balth is yet again an awesome Dad because when the boys insist he sing all of their stories tonight he, of course, does so. Very operatic B-Book, let me tell you.