Two, and three.

Thursday was looking to be routine, dull, normal. After lunch I bundled the Orclette into my van and started towards the in-laws house. On the way I noticed some weird noise reverberations going on. So I start looking around to see what the cause of this noise might be. And the passenger side rear-window is completely gone. After inspection it looks like the window was not a victim of vandalism but it imploded. Apparently this is a common occurrence in NM. I HATE NEW MEXICO. Anyway, bro-in-law is taking it to the car dudes so they can tell me how much the window will cost to replace (it was tinted, I'm thinking it'll be expensive) and whether or not my other windows are at risk of an implosion. Until I hear back the Orclette is not riding in the van-no way is a window imploding on her. So we're housebound. Have I mentioned I hate NM? But all things considered this is not such a big deal. One window. With precautions, such as opening a window a bit, imploding windows can be ...

I was asked if the Orclette has started going on eating sprees. What's funny is that I was just contemplating writing a post, well, at least the first couple of paragraphs, on that very subject. I bought a family-sized box of Raisin Bran on Monday. I'm a stickler for serving sizes so when I say I only had 2-3 cups that's an accurate statement. My Orclette ate her way through the rest of the box by Wednesday night. I never give her big bowls, but she'll go through what I gave her and ask for more. I try to feed her other foods-stuff like strawberries, organic cheese, broccoli (accompanied by reduced-fat ranch dressing of course), chili, etc and etc. She'll pick at them, eat a few bites, and announce that she's done. So I'll clean up her tray and try to take her out of her chair. "No no no! cereal!" And because I'm a big softy and Raisin Bran isn't unhealthy I give her cereal. Sigh. Other funny Orclette stuff ... she's probably ready to b...

I think the Orclette has decided that naps are for little girls. She has skipped her previously never-skipped afternoon nap for 4, 5 days now? Of course she might just be going through a phase and I hope that's the case, but she's done everything else WAY before the baby books say it's "normal" so I'm resigning myself. And trying to figure out a new afternoon schedule where I still get some downtime. Fun stuff. Life changes ... tomorrow is my last day of working at B&N. After that I'm unemployed. I haven't been unemployed since I was 13. I'm not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand I will no longer be tied to a schedule or responsible to employers. On the other I will no longer be able to say "oh I work ____." Since I have/will have 2 kids the inference is that I'm a stay-at-home-mom. And I'm not comfy with that title. Of course I'm currently a student and most likely will be for a long time to come so I don't ha...

The Walmart is 5 minutes away. The Albertsons is maybe 3. They're opening a Walgreens that's 2 minutes away if the traffic's bad. And all of those places were too far away yesterday. So this morning the Orclette and I are enjoying the very last of our Raisin Bran cereal dry. In case you were wondering, milk makes it better. Dry ... it's just very dry. But yesterday was Father's Day. Happy FD to all of you dads out there. The Orclette and I had lunch at Damm's parents house to celebrate his father. I spent most of the time thinking about what I could do for Damm when he gets back to celebrate all the holidays, including this one, that he's missed. I'm thinking the most expensive restaurant I know of in Las Cruces. The plates start at $25 so I'm hoping the food will be decent (one never knows) but the atmosphere is rather casual-it's called the Cattle Baron or something like that. Cowboys and horses. But I have until November to think about it. Go...

Yesterday I was craving icecream. And then cake. And then icecream again. And you see, once a week I'm allowed to give in to those cravings. So it was conceivable that I'd be able to have either icecream or cake that day. But which one? I posted my question on Facebook and my dear friends pointed out to me that there is such a thing as icecream cake. I confess I hadn't thought of that. Which is surprising given that I look forward to my birthday icecream cake every year ... Anyway, we went for icecream because Albertsons does not sell a smallish sized cake that the Orclette and I could devour in one night (BTW, she never gets that much-I'm the one really eating our treats) and still manage to move. But I think Walmart does, so next week we may spring for cake instead. Have I made you hungry? And you're possibly wondering why I didn't go for both? Or why I made this such a BIG decision? To figure out the latter two questions you'd have to live through eating ...

Ok, Wulfa is almost lvl 80. I don't forsee being able to do instances/raiding in the near future so ... what else happens at 80? Anyone have any good websites that'll get me started on the various dailies, factions, etc.? I did try a few searches but didn't come up with anything comprehensive. Thanks, Wulfa, Beowulfa, and all the other toons that shall soon benefit from Wulfa raking in the money :D

I was scheduled to work this morning but apparently they had called me to say they didn't need me. They still have my old phone number on file which is currently in Damm's possession. I know I've updated it ... oh well. Less than 2 weeks and it won't matter. Anyway, I decided to go to the gym since the Orclette was at her grandma's house. At 7 a.m. in Houston and even Monett the gym would've been crowded, and starting at about 8 a.m. the older crowd would've started to come in. So I anticipated not being able to do my regular routine. But this is Las Cruces-the city that hates to wake up. There were more people there than at 1 p.m. (which is when I usually go) but you could not call the place crowded by any stretch of the imagination. So I had no problems following my gentle and not-sweat-inducing workout. Today I had problems keeping my heartrate down-I was still able to carry on a conversation (the other standard by which you can judge whether or not you...