I forgot the french bread

Yeah- I admit it. I left the house three times tonight and each time I failed to get the french bread. I must be a terrible wife because I KNOW he has this whole carb-addiction thing and yet I keep forgetting to get the bread. Is it really necessary to have bread & pasta in the same meal? Really?

It’s not like we don’t have ANY BREAD. OK, we have an entire loaf of whole wheat bread with little pockets of honey and no high fructose corn syrup. So it’s not french. Maybe it’s a statement. How are those Olympics coming along? Maybe I didn’t WANT to get you french bread. Alas, that is not the case. I really just forgot. But I did get the mighty putty, can you fix the washing machine now? Ooh ooh can I mix it up, please? I saw it on TV and it looks like so much fun. I might even sculpt a coffee cup handle. In fact, I could sculpt so many things with Mighty Putty.

I finished all of those writing jobs, now I need to put together a proposal for a web design. I wish I were better at the artwork end of it. Here’s my personal site that I use to reference my work http://www.lisarussell.org in case you wondered. It has the feeds from almost half of my jobs. Some of the ones I write are ghost-written, so I’m not allowed to call out the real non-writers. I don’t care, the pay for those is great.

The kids are doing well, E1 and M1 (I can’t wait until we move to a bigger city, I will start using their real names) have been going swing dancing a lot, they are really good, and they have a great time. I wish I had done cool stuff like that when I was a kid, I never did anything ever.

People bought the house behind and across the canal from our house. The kids got official permission to cut across their yard to go to the park in exchange for allowing their kids to play in our tree house. Rob and Jamie are the parents. He seems like a nice guy. I couldn’t talk long because of the stupid washing machine situation, I don’t have a lot of clothes and what I was wearing was a tank top with major boob exposure. So I put all my hair in front of me and kind of tucked it in, I hope it didn’t look too stupid/obvious/ whatever.

I’m so tempted to tell that Safeway lady to Google “The devil went down to safeway” every time I see her. What is it about blogging that’s like a secret identity? Rhetorical question, sorry. Every public interaction I have I’m thinking “I could totally blog about you & you’d never know it.” Or whenever someone looks at me sideways I’m like “OMG she recognized me from my blog” and whenever I wave at Thomas at the corner I’m thinking “I blogged about you SUCKA”

Anyways- busy day tomorrow, kid has a dentist appointment, taking the trash out, finishing a website, working on an ebook. And laundry. A lot of laundry. Thank you, mighty putty.

And finally, I leave you with this hilarious email someone forwarded me. Hey- at least I didn’t start with that. And it’s funny. Go ahead, sing it.

I Will Survive

I Will Survive (the first year of homeschooling)
Originally written and produced by Freddie Perren and Dino Fekaris
Originally performed by Gloria Gaynor
Mercilessly altered with apologies by Natalie Criss

First I was afraid
I was petrified.
Kept thinking I could never teach
‘Cause I’m not certified.
But we spent so many nights
Reteaching homework that was wrong.
I grew strong,
so now I teach my kids at home!
We study math
and outer space.
I just kept on despite the fear
with a big smile across my face.
I bought a set of Base Ten blocks.
I bought books with answer keys.
My parents think we’re nuts,
but they don’t even bother me
Come on, let’s go walk out the door.
We’re on the road now,
’cause we’re not home much anymore
My friends would laugh and say we’d be unsocialized.
I heard one mumble
that I’d give up by July.
Oh no, not I!
I will survive!
As long as I know how to read
I know we’ll be alright.
I’ve got all my life to learn.
I’ve got energy to burn.
and I’ll survive.
I will survive.
It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart.
Decided to attend
a play date at the local park,
and I met oh so many moms
who offered eagerly to help.
They used to cry.
Now they hold their heads up high,
and so do we!
My kids are cool!
They’re not those chained up little people
stuck inside at school.
So if you feel like dropping by
and just expect us to be free
you’d better call ahead first
’cause we’re probably busy!

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