Word Play.

This was not meant to be work...after all it is Friday, but my techno savy skills seems to have eluded me this morning. And since I do love a good game I will leave you to figure this one out.

Does this make me crazy or prove I'm crazy?

I don't know how to read just one book at a time...and it's getting worse. I have books piled on my night stand and stashed under my bed. I keep a book in the car, one by my computer and one in the bathroom. Currently I am reading "Queen Bees and Wannabes," (can you guess which one I am? No seriously it is about bullying in Middle School); "Nims Island," at night with the Wild Ones-but I sneak ahead when they are asleep cuz it's really good; "Once Upon a Marigold," which we got from the library for the Wild Ones and they did not read and I can't return it until someone reads it; "All He Ever Wanted," cuz it sounded good, isn't really, but I am compulsive so I have to finish it...sometime; "She Got Up Off the Couch," cuz the first one made me wet my pants laughing; "The Glass Castle," cuz my sister-in-law gave it to me in front of my other sister-in-law who said it was good and I have to be as smart as them so I can keep up at family gatherings; and two issues of Readers Digest and yes those too can be considered books cuz they take almost as long to read! That pretty much keeps all my personalities busy and happy so that they can't heckle me when I have nothing else to do! I picked up three new books on Tuesday (the list of must reads and rereads...think "Of Mice and Men" and "Little Women"...is overflowing my brain) and can't wait to add them to the pile...I think I may need a bigger night stand.

My Dream job.

Have you thought about the Tooth Fairy lately? The Wild Ones have each lost a tooth in the last two weeks so the TF has our address burned in her memory. I think she got lost one time cuz I woke up at 4:30 to check and she hadn't been here yet...fortunately she made it before anyone else woke up. The oldest Wild One is convinced that she is not real. She had the illusion that the Big Guy or I were putting money under her pillow (although that didn't seem to bother her when she gathered her loot). Now think about it, why would I give them extra money when I spend all day buying them what ever they need...and want. The middle Wild One just wants to be the Hero that figures it out. He comes up with elaborate schemes to fool the TF and has even tried to hook up a video camera. Too bad for him that she is magic and knows all...now that does kind of sound like a parent. And the littlest Wild One, he doesn't really care if she's real or not...he just wants the cold hard cash...come on he's got Legos to buy. Now that brings me back to the real Tooth Fairy. I Want That Job. Think about it...flying around all night in a little white tutu? Think of all the things you could snoop through...I mean see. Living in a tooth castle (remember they are baby teeth, not gnarly old rotten things) that you were continually adding on to-and in my fantasy it is always clean and filled with flowers and fresh fruit...by someone else. And she is obviously very wealthy if she can hand out all those quarters and dollar bills every night. Do you think there is a Mr. TF? I wonder what he wears?

Middle School or Bust.

There is just something wrong about being up before the little hand reaches the 6. Especially if you have not even hit your teen years (or after you're way past them). Of course it's only going to get worse when the sun starts coming up at noon and the temperature only reaches 10 below at the top of its peak before it goes down again in a couple of hours. After a summer full of fun in the sun...and whining, fist fights and name calling...the Wild Ones are all back in school (3 different schools and two different bus schedules) and I am back in my old routines-well at least trying to get there. I was sooooo looking forward to the peace and quiet this morning, but as soon as the second bus pulled away it seemed almost too quiet...almost.

Recycling...in the eye of the beholder.

Every week I throw cans, bottles and newspapers in the recycling bins and drop off "gently used" clothing and household items at Goodwill. I walk away feeling good that I am not contributing to the land fills, but never really stop to think what is happening to all this stuff. Yeah, I know that it all gets melded together to make new stuff, but I really started to think about the stuff that gets recycled by everyday people-not machines. The Grouchy Dog is 100% recycled material and misc "art." After seeing things on the internet, I wonder if we (my family) are officially rednecks? Or do we fall in the category of "creative" recycling? I love the idea and could really get carried away-or maybe not. But, there are some really cool things out there that you would never even know were recycled (and some you could guess were). I'd wear these and even these, heck I'd even try to make them-and hand them out as gifts. The Wild Ones would kill for one of these and all the "cool" girls have one of these. Some things are just sweeter the second time around. I will have to take a closer look at all the stuff I set aside for recycling...and perhaps you should take a closer look at any gifts you get from me.