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These two wouldn't post so they are a post script to the blog below...

So I'll Have to Say Goodbye to the Summer

Six more days until school starts...and this is how we're spending the last few days...kind of like the first few days...with a Wench Fest...today's festivities included adult beverages. What can I say? Today was a really hard day and for the first time in my entire life...I had alcohol at 3 in the afternoon. I drank at the pool. I had a glass container at the pool. I had wine with a screwtop lid...I took a picture...I didn't touch the two glasses of tea I had stashed in my cooler...did I mention I had a really rough day?

Here are some pics of my favorite Wenches and their offspring tend to pop up in a few...oh...and there is me with my offspring...did I mention they go back to school in 6 days 9hours and 6 minutes?

Photo Opportunity

August 1, 2009

I read somewhere you should take a picture with your children once a month so they will have something to remember you by (probably a really good idea given had these little angels at 40 and 42. Their memories of me will be in a wheelchair)...only problem? I am the photographer. My solution...let the kids take the picture...they like playing with the camera...I have lots of pictures of the floor and closet doors taken by them so here is today's picture for the month of August.

As you can see, for the moment, Hannah is a little better photographer.

Play Dough Play Day

Just a few pics of how we are winding down the last days of summer vacation...I would have chocolate chip cookie pictures...but, I had a blonde moment at the Commissary and forgot the chocolate chips (I buy them in bulk but they disappear since I have 3 children with a chocolate addiction)

So, out came the flour, salt, cream of tartar, oil, water and food coloring...voila'

The End of Summer

Not literally but close enough...School starts in 9 days. Praise the Lord, Hallelujah, Yippee...I could go on and on. The termperature will remain hot and unbearable for at least two more months but the psychology of summer is coming to an end...lazy days that are picturesquely described in lemonade commercials are non-existent at this home. Our summer was filled with Dance Camp, Swim lessons, fighting amongst children, testing of this mom's psychological skills (I flunked) if I said "Don't do it" they did it and if I said to "Do it!" They didn't.

I spent every other day (not joking) cleaning the hardwood floors because they would walk around eating popsicles, pouring milk from the gallon container, hiding behind window treatments secretly eating the ice cream they were told to stay out of...I spent a week looking for teaspoons and soup spoons which all but disappeared (they have been found...insert more Hallelujahs here.)

The vacuum is on its last legs from over use...and as I key this...they are supposed to be taking a nap (a sheer act of desperation and a cry for sanity on my part) however, my cell phone keeps ringing...and it's them...I am getting crank phone calls from my own children...I do believe school starts in 9 days, 14 hours and 25 minutes. I think it is time to go play Handel's Hallelujah Chorus...

Farm Town

I started playing Farm Town. Why? Because I have a dearly loved girlfriend that I felt guilty saying "No" too. I had no problem saying "No" to Yo'ville...why would I want to go work in a pretend world? But, once I heard I could grow flowers in a pretend world...well, okay, I will do it. I have to keep bugging my girlfriend, THE Vain Wench, who, as it turns out, was quietly playing Farm Town, also. I guess I teased her so much about Mafia Wars, she decided not to share her guilty pleasure with me.

So,I got a farm. I plowed a field and I planted some grapes...I really want flowers but apparently, there is no money in harvesting flowers...and I had to work my way up to a level where I could plant sunflowers. I will say the rasberry fields look like roses and the ripe grape fields are a pretty purple.

I must be bored because suddenly moving up levels and buying a silo and a barn became my only goal in life. I also go visit the The Vain Wench's farm because it is so pretty. Sigh. My fields don't line up, I don't have the massive amounts of flowers...What is a girl to do?

My first day harvesting rasberries for a pittance I might say was awful...I harvested for an hour and didn't make one coin...a glitch in the system...I sounded out The Vain Wench...I need farmin' tips. She generously shared her knowledge. I learned you make money harvesting and the plowing moves you up levels...Suddenly, I wasn't so bothered about plowing all those fields for a measly five coins per field.

Today was much better. I farmed for a young woman in Singapore. She was quite chatty so it took awhile to get through all the work. She asked me to add her as a neighbor. I am stumped on this...I don't want to add a stranger on Facebook but that is the only way to be someone's neighbor. Is this a minstry opportunity or a disaster waiting to happen? The best part about today is I got my barn and my two benches...oh, how I wanted some benches.

To sum up my farming experience, I gotta tell you it is so much more fun farming in the pretend land of Farm Town...no sweat, no itchy eyes (I can have a cat and a dog) I can drink tea as I plow and harvest, I can shop to my heart's content without my husband yelling at me...on the downside? I notice The Vain Wench isn't reading my blog anymore...she's too busy farming. :-)

My Hair

I am getting close to 50 and I should probably think about cutting my hair...older women with long hair either look goofy or like they're not in touch with their reai age i.e. still think they're 20. However, when I was a little girl, my parents took me to Disneyland in a cute little sailor dress...I still can hear the little boy say "Look, Mommy! There is a boy in a dress!" See attached picture and you will see exactly what he was talking about! Yep, I looked like a boy...which really isn't all that difficult when you get your hair cut by Clarence the Barber. (Yep, sat in a barber's chair just like my brothers)

Some women have faces that look spectacular with short hair...ah, to be so blessed.