Change is good.

I would have written this last night, but I feel if I had it wouldn't have made much sense. So, here we are. I think in the grand scheme of things, yesterday's events were not so bizarre . However, given that they happened strung together and to a handful of people puts them into the whatdidIdotodeservethisday ? category. For starters, I spent the wee hours of the morning relaying phone calls from my sister - stuck in an airport in Detroit - to my Aunt in Rotterdam. She was supposed to be heading for the Netherlands for a little " vaca ", alas Mother Nature has burped in Iceland again, making it difficult for planes to fly in that corner of the world. Her cell phone company would have had a lovely payday should she attempt the call herself, so she reached out to a family member that would, most likely, be awake - me. Don't get me wrong, though, I am more than happy to do my best to help out my family any way I can. So, by two in the morning I was exhausted enough

This weekend we are going to be celebrating birthdays of my father and my son (60 and 6, respectively), by going to dinner and a movie. Iron Man 2, naturally. And the cake? Iron Man 2. Toys? Iron Man 2. T-shirts? Iron Man 2. My son is, and probably always will be, Batman's number 1 fan... well, after me, of course... which was great last year, because the Caped Crusader was EVERYWHERE. The year before that, my mother-in-law and I tore Roanoke apart looking for just one Batman item to put under the Christmas/Yule tree, and were lucky enough to find a 3 inch tall plastic action figure. He asked for a Dark Knight something-or-other for his birthday this year, alas I cannot him anywhere. I did manage to find a notebook with Batman and Aquaman on the cover... but we all know Aquaman rides the short bus. I guess this year belongs to Marvel. Next year will probably belong to DC again ... lets hope they go with someone cool like Captain America or the Green Lantern... (So... when are th

Today was the day we commemorate the lovely ladies who are giving or have given care to any number of human beings spewed forth into this world by any variety of ways. Yes. Mother's Day... declared a national holiday way back when by President Wilson, I believe. Typically, one receives flowers on such an occasion. Perhaps even a card, and the ever popular ImadethisatschoolbecauseIloveyouandmyteachertoldusto gift from young ' uns . For those who can afford it, some mothers get jewelry, or a nice electronic device or even a new car. What is my favorite gift, you ask? I'll tell you. A clean house, an extra hour in bed and for someone to serve me a meal. Preferably breakfast. This year, however, my husband is working in Tennessee and I am here with the children by myself. They spoke of making eggs, bacon, toast, etc. for me - a grand breakfast for anyone - but, I had to lay down the law. "Please do not use any appliance that heats up without my supervision."

I must apologize for my short hiatus from writing, for those of you who care to read this blog (and I deeply appreciate the ones who do). But, since it's lawnmowingflowerbloomingbarbequesmoke season, my allergies have vehemently protested. So, for the last few days after torturing myself and the Dexter-dog with a ten minute walk, I take an allergy pill and go back to bed for a few hours. I don't really like the idea of taking medications that make me drowsy - especially if I'm here with the kids by myself. I have this deep-seated fear of the house catching on fire and not being able to function well enough to remove my loved ones from the inferno. Nevertheless, the kids are at school all day, and if I want to breathe for the rest of the day, I know what I must do. Chemically induced sleep is very odd for me. I actually got to sit on a white, sandy beach with Matthew McConaughey. (Don't worry, my loving husband, we just talked). I did not, however, wake up to the sounds