School is back in as of last week and we are 75% finished with potty training around my house. Except someone, who shall remain anonymous but wears size 2t underwear, is having some issues with wanting the Browns to make it to the Super Bowl, if you know what I’m saying and anyone who’s a parent does, so there have been some ugly moments. I mean really, none of the parenting books (that I’ve perused anyway) have that special chapter to prepare you on how to gently break it to your child that their stomach will continue to hurt until they finally give in and poop and that no amount of leg crossing is going to hold things back when their body finally decides it’s had enough. Especially when their mother is slipping them large amounts of prune juice in their sippy cup. *Ahem* Not that I or anyone in my household would know anything about any of those things.

I have also become so enamored of my twitter account in the last few days. Wow, all these random thoughts that flit around in my mind, I can totally share them, nay–I totally NEED to share them with the world and people with choose to follow me on account of it. Daily self-validation in carefully measured 140 characters or less sized doses. Is it wrong to be relieved when someone un-follows you and as a result you can un-follow them and all their stupid, inane and not worth reading tweets? Well, if so, then I probably don’t want to be right.

The Husband is also currently out of town until next week (attention internet perverts–I do have a gun and am not afraid to shoot you on sight).

Seriously Internet? I am SO glad we are renting our house.

As a side-note, after yesterday afternoon, Owen can now say “Oh Fudge” (comes out “Oh Budge”) with remarkable feeling. Am glad that is the only new vocabulary he picked up after I discovered the lake in our basement.
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Now for the portion of our show where I try to break my arm from patting myself on the back so vigorously: In spite of all things water-related going on at my house, I still managed to finish and send the tax forms from 2005 (don’t ask unless you would like to be amazed and awed by my spectacular talent of dragging my feet) AND work through and submit on time the 2007 taxes at 10pm last night after I realized that I had my husband sign the wrong tax form before he left on his work trip. Inspiration struck as I was sifting through the IRS website for an extension form as I realized that I could submit everything online and sign electronically, bypassing the problem of my husband not being able to sign a new form until next week.

I tell you, sometimes it’s really wearing to be this much of a genius all the time. This coming from someone who had to double check that their fly was really zipped this morning because it felt a little drafty during my trip down the hill from parking lot to workplace.
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Posting might be a bit more sparse than usual around here until the first part of May. We’ve reached that fun part of the semester known fondly as “The Final Panic” also known around my house as “Oh Crap, when’s that final project that was assigned the first week of class due again?”, so I’m a little buried in all things educational for the next two or so weeks.

Don’t worry though, I’m sure to come back with some mighty entertaining stories as Owen has decided that he needs to change into Jo-Jo the Dog boy everytime we go out to run errands. Any time another shopper gets near us, Owen growls loudly enough to earn a sad pitying look at me that says “Oh you have one of those children”. Plus, I’m sure that given the way things go in my life, I’ll have at least one story of another major appliance dying/pipe bursting/my father-in-law discovering that the backyard is over an ancient Indian burial ground when he tills up my garden next week.

It’s always something around here.