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So, I'm taking my kids and hitting the road. We're going to my mom's house in Utah for the rest of the summer. Thus far I have:

*Arranged for a good friend to come by and take care of Mr. Evil Kitty (you know they're a good friend when they'll come change the litter box for you)
*Asked neighbor to mow the lawn for us. He may not actually do it though, so I'm going to go talk to his wife about it tonight.
*Packed DVDs for the kids to watch in the car.
*Made all kinds of lists so I don't forget anything.
*Booked hotels for three nights at evenly-spaced pointed across the route, so I don't have to try to scramble. I've made the drive in three days before but it was with just me and another adult (once with a roommate, once with my mom, and once with my husband).
*Cleaned out the car so we'll start nice and fresh.
*Planned out the next two days so I can get everything done.
*Had the post office forward our mail to my mom's house temporarily.

I need to go talk to their teacher cause they won't be finishing the last week of their summer preschool, make sure all our laundry is washed and then pack the rest of the clothes we'll need (I already started packing), and do a last-minute cleaning of the house so Dij won't think I'm a slob when she comes by to take care of the kitty. Well, everyone looks like a slob next to her, but she knows I'm not SuperWife like she is lol.

Driving 2200 miles with a pair of three-year-olds doesn't really sound appealing, but it's actually going to come in handy that they STILL refuse to go on the potty lol. At least I won't be stopping a million times to hit the bathroom. And they're good travelers, because they like riding in the car, so I'll have a big stack of their books and plenty of movies to watch, and that ought to do it. They've made the trip to my sister's house, 6 hours north, on several occasions, without batting an eye, so I'm not that worried.

What's the closest thing you have to a time machine?
Submitted by Verisimilitude.

That's an interesting question, because there's two ways to look at it (for me). I think of pictures rather as a time machine. I recently scanned a bunch of old photos and uploaded them to my facebook, where my two sisters and I went nuts discussing them - how my mother labeled dates wrong, toys we used to play with, how poor we were (and how we looked like street urchins in one particular picture), my mom's hairdos, bases we lived on, etc. We went well over 100 comments on those 20 pictures. It was very fun.

My other "time machine" is that I play in the Society for Creative Anachronism. I haven't had the feeling recently, since we haven't been to any overnight events since the boys were born, but there are times, sitting around a campfire outside a canvas pavilion, where you really feel you could be in the Middle Ages. I remember sitting in Atenveldt Royal at Estrella about 10 years ago and there were musicians playing, people were snacking on bread and cheese and drinking wine and mead, and it was just absolutely magical.

In honor of Bastille Day, show us something French.

A paper I wrote as an undergrad for a French civ class, on the storming of the Bastille. In French of course.

July is national ice cream month! What's your favorite flavor?
Submitted by LittleWiseOne.

Bailey's Irish Cream Haagen Dazs, baby!

What was the best thing about your weekend?

The rum. Definitely the rum. Haha. No really, it was spending time with my girls. I don't get to just hang a lot, since I had kids, so it was great to have a weekend with no kids and be able to just chill on the couch and talk and laugh (and drink rum).

Actually it rained the whole time almost, and the water was insanely full of algae, and I sprained my ankle, but we drank a lot of margaritas and even more rum, so it was awesome. Ain't nothin' like Waffle House at 3:30 in the morning after a couple hours at the bar.

I'm taking my blue-haired freakness to Florida for a weekend with the girls. Woohoo! It's the GotTwinz Gathering 2008! I'll be back on Monday. Later peeps.

Blue, teal, and purple. It was supposed to be green but came out teal. That's ok though. Me likey.

Dear Devil Kitty,

You are not an outdoor cat. You should accept this about yourself and move on with your life. You're not allowed out, so quit hovering at the door hoping to sneak out when it's opened, cause I see you hiding behind the couch. Quit sitting next to the door and meowing at the kids, hoping they'll let you out. I know you're a deadly beast with fearsome claws who once fought off five feral cats at once, and I know the feral cats are now all gone, but you're still not going out. I'm sick of you picking up fleas and bringing them inside, and if you did get in another fight, I don't have another $200 for a vet bill when you get an infection from a bite. I didn't have it the first time, either; you owe me $200. I realize that you think you're the King of the World, but you need to get over it cause you're not going outside again. The best you're going to get is being out on the mud porch, so suck it up, Mr. Kitty.

Sincerely,

Your Owner

Have you ever broken a bone? If not, what's the worst injury you've sustained?

Nope. I had 4 stitches in my chin when I was like 12. I don't think a c-section counts as an injury, so that's it.