I'm tired of being sick. It seems like I have a new cold more often than I do my period. This one started with losing my voice and has now progressed to the deep body racking cough that wears me out entirely. NyQuil is my friend, and I would have slept the entire night had it not been for the Santa Ana's threatening to tear my roof off and throw cars through my window. It was such a loud windstorm that I was surprised to fing there was no rain involved, for surely the wind was strong enough to carry the ocean water the 20 blocks to my house. The winds tormented our eardrums from 5:00 AM to 7:30 and then died down to a nice autumn bluster in time for Greggory's last football game, which was a good game even though they lost.
The kids are working on the projects for school and I'm so excited at the prospect of having an entire six days to myself. I don't think I'll be camping, because - like I said, I'm really tired of being sick. Maybe I'll just spend the week in Mexico and call it good. However, if anyone hears of any good last minute deals from LA, please let me know.

 
Still on dial-up until next week so posting are still rather speradic (sporadic, spuradic?).
I still have no date for the Holiday party however a dad from the football team gave me his number. I haven't called to make sure he's not married either. Chuck asked me if he was cute and I expressed my disappointment in dating material. It seems that most men that seriously don't care whether I have kids have forgotten the need for regular exercise, and no - walking the dog doesn't count.
The kids are out of school today. Teacher's work day - on a Wed - who's idea was that? I didn't pay attention to any of the notices saying that there was no school on the 19th, thinking it wouldn't be logical, but sure enough, there's no school and I have no sitter. To help things out, it's the one day I have a conference call and need to publish reports. I'm still blonde.
Speaking of blonde - I cut my hair. I wish I hadn't have, but at least now I know how I like it. I guess I'll just trim the bangs and the neck and start growing some of the layers out.
Greggory has started fighting me while we're doing homework. I tell him how to do it and he tells me - no. Hopefully I can set something up with his dad so that he can help with the homework, because this is just not a pleasant experience. I can't just tell him I'm not going to help since he's not doing very well. Maybe they can get on instant messaging or share a whiteboard or something.
The man is getting a bit more sentimenta but still hasn't solved the problem. It's funny how they think that just being more expressive will fix everything. If A is the problem you can't compensate by improving B when B wasn't a problem. I know it sounds picky, but A is a serious problem.
Have a great week if I don't pop in again!