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Just in case you were all in doubt about the level to which we have twisted our children.... I offer you Anthony's homemade thanksgiving day card... So have a happy Thancksgiving and remember to be thanck full because you never know what is lurking right behind you.

I am taking the opportunity to show off the kiddos in their Halloween costumes because they rarely look this cute on a daily basis. *sigh* As you can see Anthony is taking his roll as knight, and protector of princess Irene, very seriously. Well--he started taking it more seriously after I told him to stop slaying his sister with his sword. Irene was protecting herself of course, but it was still disconcerting to see such a sweet princess cold cocking a knight... After that little interlude, we went to our church's harvest party and the kids had too much candy--and it instantly put them to sleep like sugar always does... er wait...? The reality was that after they got home they bounced around like mexican jumping beans---not as high as daddy though, because they are only half mexican but still enough to drive us both crazy. I hope you all had a great Halloween and I hope you are %100 more ready than I am for the upcoming holidays.

Do you have a favorite cheesy movie...? When I say cheesy movie, I mean so dorky you don't like to admit to people that you like it. It probably is one that you watched as a child before you had the ability to discern bad acting, terrible special effects, impossible 1960's hairstyles, etc. I personally have two... The first is Journey to the Center of the Earth (1959) . I think the acting is good in this movie but the special effects are laughable by todays standards. A really good part, though is the score by Bernard Herrmann ---this guy lends an ominous tone to any movie. But the embarrassing fact is, that when I used to watch it as a child, I had a huge crush on Pat Boone. Yes I said Pat Boone....but this Pat Boone not that Pat Boone . When I grew up I developed a (still-going) crush on James Mason ....maturity has its advantages. My second movie is Jason and the Argonauts (1963) . The acting is touch and go, but the special effects---done by Ray Harryhausen and t...

My newest addiction is my mother's fault...she sent me the link to the Pirates of the Caribbean online game . I have to say, I enjoyed the movies tolerably well...and I am not wholly unaware of national talk like a pirate day... ...but, all in all, pirates aren't my thing. Wellllll ... weren't my thing. Now ....I am Rachel Bluemorrigan---captain of my own ships...a light sloop named Scarlet Rogue, and a galleon , the Red Queen. I am also a sometimes crew member on other people's ships as well as skillful with the sword and pistol. ....also, I'm a complete nerd.

So after a fun few hours in the hospital and multiple attempts at x-rays on a child who only stands on her tiptoes....we got a diagnosis. Irene has pneumonia! What do you mean this sounds familiar ??? You would think that I might take pity on her at a time like this and wouldn't make her talk or sing songs since she has lost her voice , right ? And now enjoy a song from Irene ( starr ing pneum onia) : Just a friendly little hint...you might need to turn the volume UP!!!

  Well I thought homeschool was going okay, but this morning Anthony asked me what language Archibald, from veggie tales, speaks.  When I told him english, he said  "eng...what?"     As Anthony's teacher....should I be worried?

So I am doing this whole homeschool thing and I am really thinking... what's the big deal??? This is so easy. I don't get all the stress and complaining that I am hearing from other homeschool moms. This is a piece of cake! So I'll let you know how day two goes.

First I was having a problem connecting to the Internet (which is grievous in itself)...so I went to reset my modem and check on things at our main computer. I reset it with no luck so I got the phone and called my Internet provider. In the meantime I decided to restart it once more. Of course, the time I decide to call for help also happens to be the time that it starts to work again. So I got off the phone and went back to what I was doing (writing a post)....and when I looked down at the keys... that is when I discovered that my computer was covered in water !!!! da da da I don't want to name names ... they will keep their protection of anonymity ... I will protect the guilty .. I shan't point a finger at the criminal. Serious heart attack time. This is my lifeline.... I know you are not supposed to have favorites but my laptop is my favorite child---no contest! I feel a bulleted list coming on: My Laptop Never... talks back to me wants me to taste food it thinks is di...

So what do you do on a Saturday, home alone with the kids, with nothing but a cellphone camera and some imagination? You take some pictures..... ...send them to your husband, and make him think that you plunked down his hard earned money on some unneeded and expensive new toy for the children. It is at this point, around the third frantic interrogation text message, that you can start laughing...and I don't mean your everyday laughter... this is where you can pull out the evil villainous laughter you have been practicing since 5th grade. Go ahead....you've earned it.

Apparently there is something about me that is so irresistible that women want to give me flowers. Thank you Michelle . On the other hand, there also seems to be something so re sistible about me, that no men seem to find the urge to bring me any. Hmmm... Must investigate this...

Today is the big day for my x-ray. Of course, the hope is that the gray, cotton-candy looking substance, which unceremoniously invaded my lungs, has taken it's leave of me. Honestly, without going into too much detail, I really haven't been as "productive" as I think I should in getting rid of this gunk. I don't really know what is next, though. I took a strong three day antibiotic that stays in my system for ten days---I am only on my sixth day, so I suppose I should try to be patient for the remaining 4 days. It is just hard knowing that there is a foreign invader in my body. In the past I have taken kindly to foreign invaders...I ended up marrying the last one I came in contact with. Of course Edgard doesn't make me all phlegmy so that could be why he is still around. This current invader is a little less pleasant. Although, having pneumonia garners me more sympathy than being married to Edgard does---so I guess that is sort of a bonus. Other t...

I have been trying to think of the good parts of pneumonia, and the only thing I could come up with was, that the best thing about pneumonia is not having it at all. Too late. One really nice thing that has come out of it was this beautiful and romantic bouquet. Thanks Mom. The other thing that is admittedly nice is guilt-free computer time. Who is going to guilt a sickly woman with a potentially fatal infection, right? Besides when would they ask me to give up my laptop...between the paroxysms of coughing or all the choking? This has been interesting, though. I have found that with a little help from my mom willpower and more help from Edgard some ingenuity, you can pretty much parent completely from the comfort of your soggy week old sheets. Just a note: the sheets in the picture are not the previously discussed week old soggy sheets but a brand new set that Edgard put on when I called him from the doctor's office to tell him of my pneumonia. Hey... I could add tha...

I was trying to figure out which part of my thrilling Dr.'s visit I should tell you about. Maybe the part where every time I had to use the elevator---6 times---I ended up being trapped in there with someone who smelled badly...really badly. And as if that weren't punishment enough, they always got off before I did and there I was... left in in this funky elevator looking highly embarrassed and very guilty. I obviously could have skipped the shower and no one would have been any the wiser. Then there was the part where I saw John Travolta's character from Love Song for Bobby Long in the waiting room. Well at about age 35 but he looked about as healthy as Bobby Long. Or there was the fun moment after being jabbed and x-rayed and the waiting.... all the flipping waiting... I was told that, after being in bed since Saturday, I was going to get the bonus of five more days of bed rest. Yipee! I truly hope the sarcasm hits you right between the eyes in that last exclama...

Update Below The whole blogging phenomenon is quite fascinating and the reasons for having one is varied. I have met so many people and been invited into so many lives and in turn invited others in. I have learned much in the past year and still have immeasurably more to learn. On a side note, I did design the blog header and footer for a friend/blogger so by all means check it out Link update: http://browneyedgirl30.blogspot.com and be sure and leave her a comment telling her how lucky she is to have a friend like me....hee hee...oh man, I crack me up. When I asked why you all blogged---I got the answers that I think are pretty typical reasons for everyone yet each and every blog is as unique as a fingerprint. And by the way.... about my mom reading my blog. She only reads it when I ask "mom, did you read my blog?" Then she scrambles to get caught up. Even worse is my husband...he only reads because he fears retribution. My best friend reads it for entertainment...not the...

So you in case you are wondering where I am and why the heck I am not here working on and contributing to my blog. I am very busy doing important things like taking this quiz: Created by OnePlusYou

Since I missed a good opportunity to post on Mother's day....I will inflict a post on you now. This didn't happen on Mother's day but it is about my mother. I know... I don't even make sense to myself. The other day my mother and I were having a deep, earth changing conversation when it suddenly turned to poetry. I won't say that my mom changed the subject to poetry so that she could share her own poems but when she said "hey, let's talk about poetry...want to hear mine?" ...the conversation naturally drifted there. I was a bit hesitant to listen, so I tried to hint as gently as I could with: "mom please don't read me any of your poetry...you know I hate that crap." My mom, who always tried to teach me perseverance, replied "you are my daughter so you have to listen to it...in fact if you don't, I may just read you some of my short stories as well." So as she started in on the first poem I tried to be a gracious listener....

Is it just me, or does my son resemble Gilbert Gottfried?

My son Anthony , it turns out, is a genius. It is always comfortable to have at least one of these in the family. And since it very apparently wasn't going to be me---I am glad that one of my children is. I have for you exhibit A: At first glance it appears to be the typical scrawl of an average 6 year old. Not so, though. Take a second look and the genius of it gradually comes into focus. First you have the main part of the picture which shows a painter--as evidenced by the objects I have pointed out. Here I have circled the easel as to draw your attention to the fact the painter is at work on a self portrait. In this other circle, which is rather difficult to see, there is a second painter painting his own self portrait. Now he is dealing with the subject of infinity... I know, right? And if you notice on this last circle...all this genius can be had for a mere one dollar! I bet you were thinking he wouldn't charge me, his own mother. But if you know Anthony then ...

Two weeks ago I had an open house. It was wildly successful. Well... it was successful if you expect no one to actually buy your home... We did get quite a few people, though....and I am not even counting the neighbors or previous owners . We had a Realtor tell us that ours was the best home he had been in all day. My thought at that moment was "good thing he doesn't know that on any given day this house is typically held together by spilled cheerios and dirty laundry ." I also would bet good money that it was the smallest house that he had been in all day, as well. I thought it would be a swell idea to make my mom bake some cookies and brownies and offer coffee to lure in the suck---er I mean possible buyers. It worked like a charm. By the time that my mom and I had finished the last of the goodies--we were both committed to buying the house. So since it was such a blast I am doing it again...this Saturday. Anyone want any cookies? They are free....

Edgard: Hi...so I am getting out of here. I'm on my way home. Me: okay...hey can you stop by the store and get tortillas? I would have picked them up but I thought we had some in the freezer....they must not have made it through the great freezer debacle of '07. * Edgard: Sure, I can get some corn torntillas. Me: What did you say? Edgard: Tor n tillas. Me: I thought so. Edgard: hee hee hee * The great Freezer Debacle of '07: in which Edgard, in a fit of organization, threw out everything that was good in the freezer and left all the bad stuff.