like one of those prairie chickens.

I know, it's been a couple of days since I've blogged. I blame it on the Katrina footage I got sucked into. September 11th style. I'm not going to rant about how long it took the government to get in there and evacuate and supply (although I could) I'm not going to go on and on about how we seem to be able to organize and deploy for battle in 24 hours or less, but can't get off of our ass for a disaster that EVERYONE KNEW WAS COMING. If you want to read all of that stuff, check out CNN.com. There is rant a plenty there. I will say however... Republicans. You are toast next election. Yeah. I'm smiling just a little. (Sorry Mikey)
Poor Jorma can't watch the coverage. He can handle about 5 minutes of it and then he gets glazed over look and after it digests he gets so pissed off that he starts this free association type ranting which ends with the war in Iraq and in middle has a whole lot of profanity. I keep waiting for him to spin around and around like one of those prairie chickens.
Yesterday. I had a whole 7 hours of baby-free time. Did you read that? BABYFREE! (Insert thanks to husband here) I went up to Pattie's for her summer is gone blow out, where I got to sit and talk with everyone, (without a diaper change), swim in the pool, (without a time-check for the next feeding), drink a beer, (without dodging the reach of my 10 month old) and completely blow my diet, (without a child in my lap). I was Janice for a whole 7 hours. It was absolutely wonderful... even if I did start missing my little one about 3 hours into the gig. I told Darlene and she said, "Don't worry... that'll pass". She has three hellions (and I do mean hellions) of her own.
My little rugrat went with me to see PawPaw and Nana who were hosting Great Aunt Jo and Emmie for the weekend. He had a marvelous time throwing Cherrios and rice all over the floor of the mexican restaurant, where the doughhead waitress was explaining to me over and over that the plate she was holding was very hot while she held it in the reach of Connor who promptly burned himself and started crying. When you go to a restaurant you can pretty much tell if your wait person has children or not by the vicinity in which they place food, drinks and other necessities in relation to your child. Our waitress did not have children. Did not.
I'm currently reading a book about a demon hunter soccer mom. Now a book like that sounds like it would have potential. Doesn't it? So far it's crappy. I'll let you know how it turns out when I do my blog book review, which I will start doing each time I finish a book. Maybe someday I'll figure out how to work Movable Type and create a blog with a response area. Then we could start a book club. I guess first I'll just focus on blogging on a regular basis. It's a start.