Another snow day…

Boy, do these kids have it easy these days. Two out of the four school-aged kids had off today because of an unexpected bit of snow we got last night. Weathermen called for a “dusting”, but of course we woke up to about a good 4 inches. My youngest and oldest (that are in school) had a two hour delay. The other two had ANOTHER day off. I mean they just had off Tuesday because it was “too cold”(!!) and then a two hour delay on Weds (also due to the cold. And now today – and the roads were just fine by the time the two hour delay was up. Oh well. Spent most of the day working on finishing this website that need a video carousel, photo slideshow and a ton of content. Blah. Then worked on a bunch of Internet Explorer bugs. My arm is killing me. It’s been rubbing on the edge of my desk for a few hours now. I need to make some sort of cushion or something to prevent this. Day four and still no smoking. I’m so proud of myself. The ultimate test was last night when me and Billy went out to dinner and had some drinks – and I, of course, had a fleeting urge to smoke – but I didn’t! Kind of empowering. Had a delicious Portabella Burger last night. The food was excellent and it was open mic night so we got to hear some pretty talented “normal” folks. We ended up at the race track by the end of the night and played the machines for...

Treehouse of Whores

I had to spend the better part of an hour yesterday teaching my four and six year olds how to pronounce “horror”. Riding home from a delicious dinner at a local Chinese buffet (no, seriously, the food is really good there!), I hear my kids chatting away in the back, when suddenly I hear “whores” repeated over and over and over again. “Guys, stop, that’s a bad word,” I yell at them. “What? It’s on The Simpsons,” six year old Winter tells me. Oh. Treehouse of Horrors… OK! I did think it was quite an early age from my kids to be going on about whores… “Treehouse of HOR-ROARS you mean,” I reply. “That’s what we said, duh,” from four year old Isaiah. Hmm. Husband chimes in and tries to get them to pronounce it “HAR-ROARS”, so no confusion may happen should this topic come up again in public. I try to explain to him that teaching them to pronounce something incorrect to fix and incorrect pronunciation doesn’t really work… and probably will confuse all of us in the long run. Ah, I always have to have it my way, don’t I? Kids give it a brief try, then proceed to ignore us and once again and I’m learning all about the “Treehouse of Whores“. I don’t know, I kind of like it. Many giggles were had last night. ┬áMany...