Month: August 2007

online again

I’m blogging from the cool air conditioned third floor room in our temporary witless relocation site. Surrounded by fast moving people in suits with laptops, our personal army noisily clumbered into the hotel armed with backpacks, diaper bags and desktop computers. Our morning chaos was much more complicated with the added task of driving children […]

temporarily relocating

At LissaKay’s suggestion, we asked our insurance company to put us into a hotel until the a/c is replaced, it got damaged after we got hit by an earthquake. Guess where we’re sleeping tonight? Someplace COLD! If I’m very lucky, I’ll get the PC working at our witless relocation spot. Wish me luck! Hopefully our […]

hot = grime

Since we have been without a/c, I have found that extreme heat brings a new level of filth that is beyond tolerable. The temperature in the house makes everyone crabby and listless. Nobody has any energy to clean. When we do try to clean, the fans blow the dust and dog hair everywhere, even as […]

anticipation

Thursday is going to be a day for new beginnings and it is almost here. The excitement in the air makes me (and everyone else) happy. August Happiness Challenge

I’m singing Buster Poindexter

The inside of our house has reached 90. Can we call it a sweat lodge now? Knoxville is still under an air quality advisory. I can’t see the inside of my lungs like an episode of House, but we all have bloodshot eyes, I’m wheezy and Noah is having nosebleeds. Makes me wish for an […]

local traffic and news

During the school year, Doug and I travel Morrell from Northshore to Middlebrook a zillion times a week. Maybe not a zillion, but still, a LOT. We watched the Interstate construction, road work and traffic cameras and the intersection of Kingston Pike and Morrell just became worse and worse. Weekends and holidays just make the […]

looking for the little things

I love having a metal front door. Not only can the dog not eat it, I can stick notes and lists that need to be remembered by children on the door. I do not want any phone calls from school this year whining about forgotten permission slips. Well, if Amy forgets something, it’s my fault. […]