Math
December 7, 2006
I’ve been selected as a finalist in the Weblog Awards. How neat is that? The polls are open but the competition is stiff! Every single one of the bloggers nominated are wonderful. So have fun making a choice:

I’ve been asking him since late November to put the Christmas lights up on the house. No dice. It’s now the 7th of December, so I guess if he does get them up, it’ll be just in time to take them down again. How fun! Risk your neck two times in one week! Or one day! It all depends when he gets them up, I suppose.
The kids were home for a snow day today. We headed outside to play and I kept contemplating doing the lights myself. The only thing was, if Thomas had decided to run for the road, I’m not Cat Woman and could not have leapt from my tall house to save him. (Yes that’s my house in that picture!)
Also, if I had fallen, that would have been bad. Last year the old man across the street fell (in a mid-day drunken stupor after driving home) and lay in the rain (in a drunken slumber) for a couple of hours before anyone came along (and woke his sorry drunk ass up). This all gave his car a chance to cool down and the alcohol to be metabolized before he got charged with drunk driving though. Asshat. Yes, I just called an old (drunk) man an asshat.
The kids and I had a blast playing in the new fallen snow and even Crabapple McNasty had fun. On an aside, I’ve noticed he is better behaved when he doesn’t drink milk, so we’re cutting it out for a few days to see if there’s something behind my dumb instincts. Milk = Bad Behaviour? To the square root of Neurotic Mother, I always say.
When Daren came home early this afternoon, I went out in a humdinger of a snowstorm to get indoor Christmas lights to frame the front window. (Humdinger? Who says that anymore?) I hung the lights as soon as I got home, while the manly man cringed at every smash of the staple gun, and asked “You didn’t go through the wire did you?”
67 times. No, I didn’t use 67 staples.
At least we NOW look like we’re trying to participate. I DROVE 10 miles in a snowstorm to get lights (and drop off Coats for Kids at the Fire Hall) and he won’t even attempt the roof? I was wielding a 3000 pound vehicle in 12 feet of snow, and he won’t haul his 220 pound ass up 25 feet to hang 80 feet of lights?
Now there’s some math I have to teach him.
Click to enlarge pretty pictures of our front window here, and here.
Who’s the procrastinator in your house?










December 7th, 2006 at 10:30 pm
I can’t believe you spilled the beans about me living with you!!!
Congrats on being a finalist! Yippee! Please vote whore. Please? I need some new drama.
December 7th, 2006 at 10:41 pm
Ha ha Lindsay. Quit hogging the bathroom!
I can’t vote whore much. But my inner 4th grader is wishin’ and hopin’ not to be last.
December 7th, 2006 at 11:12 pm
hey, rock on, sister. bravo.
December 7th, 2006 at 11:17 pm
Congratulations on being a finalist, Karen. I read your stuff on BlogHer and love your blog. I feel privileged to be alongside you.
December 7th, 2006 at 11:48 pm
Ditto what Colleen said. I see your name all over the blogosphere and am honored to be on a list with you!
December 8th, 2006 at 2:13 am
That’s cool - and since you’re my fav out of all of them, I just like.. had to click your little box. Not to be obscene or anything like that.
Love the hair - hope it wins!
December 8th, 2006 at 7:24 am
Congratulations!
December 8th, 2006 at 11:39 pm
all of the mommy blogs on this list are great - but you’re the hippest of them all!