Insomniac's blog

Okay. I know I have blasted the betsies out of my birth state since the beginning of this here blog thingie, but I seriously love Michigan right now. The weather, which is a constant source of both humor and frustration in this state, has decided to humor its masses with truly beautiful sunshine, pleasant temps, and light breezes. Ahhhhhh. I took the progeny times three out and about today. We went to the library where I sat on the floor in the kids' section and read books to my youngest two in an attempt to persuade them away from the computers that the library sets up with attention-absorbing games. Anyhow, pretty soon I had a nice little audience and Dr. Suess and I were the stars of the show. After reading a few books, Princess and The Boy decided to stick their grimy hands on the huge fish tank and the turtle tank and watch the fishees swim and the turtles sunbath under the synthetic lights. I was really tempted to ask Princess and The Boy if they wanted to go swimming with the fishees but I decided I shouldn't because they would have said yes and then I would have had to throw them in. Sigh...it is so hard being a parent sometimes.

After the library adventure I took Princess, The Boy, and Myah for a stroll through the downtown section of my hometown. There is a Ben and Jerry's ice cream store downtown and we simply had to get a small snack there. I had apple pie ice cream. Myah had New York Fudge. Princess had strawberry and The Boy had Phish Food (sorta like Rocky Road). My mom and my sorta sister-in-law (she's not yet married to my brother) and her baby met us downtown and we strolled around after ice cream and peeked into shop windows and oohhhhhed and aaaahhhed over fancy schtuff. Overall, a very pleasant adventure with the progeny and the assorted members of the rest of the clan.

Anyhow, like I was saying, the weather has been fantabulous. Balmy and beautiful and makes me happy to be alive. Michigan is kinda strange when it comes to the weather. In Michigan there is a standing joke that if you don't like the weather wait a minute and it will change. Or, that there are two seasons in Michigan---winter and road construction.

I got a busy rest of the week. Tomorrow I have to take Princess down to register for kidnergarten at the school that she will be attending come fall. Then, I have a mini-interview with my certified teachers for my student assisting assignment in the fall. Then, Darling has a doctor's appointment. After all of that I will go grocery shopping (hopefully by myself!). Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday are researching days at the archives followed up by background reading in the subject matter in the evenings.

I really wanted to go swimming this afternoon since the weather was so nice and since the kids haven't gone swimming since last summer. Of course, their version of swimming is similiar to throwing two rocks into a pool...they sink unless flotation devices are secured to every appendage. Anyhow, I couldn't take the kiddies because Myah left her bathing suit at her aunt's house last year and it hasn't surfaced since. And also because I desperately need a new top for my bathing suit. About a week ago I washed my Mom van and decided to try to tan my uber-whiteness at the same time...hence a bathing suit. I put the bottoms on (my suit is one of those tankini things) and they fit okay. The I put on the halter top. Not good. The word "obscene" comes to mind. You see, I bought the top before the weight loss, before I went down 3 shirt sizes. The top is a halter top which is usually a good thing, especially when you are well-endowed. Halter tops keep your boobs smooshed together and provides a little more support for swimming. But, when the top is overly large it lets the boobies droop and sorta slosh around. And since boobs tend to semi-float in water...well, I'm sure you get the idea. Something about escaped boobs bouncing like balloons on the surface of the pool while little children scream in terror and grown men salivating, well, that is just not something I want to experience. Anyhow, perhaps sometime this week I will buy myself a new top and take the kiddies out for a dip...and I will make sure that the boobs are well-controlled.