Not Sure What To Do with the Blog

I have a lot of blog here. Obviously, I don't use it anymore. I don't want to lose it, though, through neglect. I guess I can copy it into a file? Maybe I'll then take it down. Delete it.

Anyone done that?

The search for quality kids' lunch food

The school year is almost upon us. The advance toward September also brings fall sports and packed lunches. Both of which mean, a) I will need to get more food into my kids to make up for their increased calorie use, and b) I will need to find a variety of lunch foods that they will put into their mouths instead of into the lunchroom garbage can!

Last summer I did a few weeks of research on what foods (home-made and pre-made) my children would eat, and thus would be willing to take to lunch. Here is my post on the hits and misses.

When I next go to the store, I'll see what new and exciting and potentially edible is in the snack-food aisles, and then I'll post the taste-test successes and failures.

vay-cay

I've taken a breather from blogging. One word: FACEBOOK. It's two words smooshed together, really.

The Game

My 4yo daughter eats ALL DAY LONG. She doesn't weigh very much and she's exceedingly tall, so I don't feel good holding back the snacks. But our interchanges regarding food are often unpleasant, because I choose to fill her with more nutritious fare than she would choose on her own.

She complains, "I'm HUUUUUUNgry."
"I'll make you some cheese toast."
"I don't LIKE cheese toast," she says in a pained voice. (She eats it almost every day.)
"Then you'll just have to wait until dinner." I put a slice of bread with cheese in the toaster oven.
"But I don't LIKE THAT." Pouting whine.
"Okay, don't eat it."
POP. I put it in front of her, and it disappears within thirty seconds. That should hold her, oh, another half hour.

FLU

This is not a joke. One week ago, under the tutelage of a 103.5 fever, I composed a screenplay entirely in my head. I gave it the working title of FLU, shockingly, and recollect that it was a hi-LAR-ious story of misadventure.

You will writhe with laughter as a thirty-something single woman fights it, but ultimately falls flat on her fluey face. I don't want to spoil the yucks, but she loses her job, loses her dog, and loses several days to delirium. I am not joking that I thought I had done a pretty good job, and that Jennifer Anniston might just want it. I can't remember all the details, however, and you can thank me for that next time we chat.

Practice Makes...a Practitioner

If perfection is equivalent to lacking nothing in this very moment, then I guess practice might also make perfect.

It's not that I DON'T mind..

I'm not sure my blog title fits just now. Sure, things could change with a sneeze, but at the moment I'm practicing having no opinion.

A moment of silence

I have drafted scores of unpublished blog entries through the years. More, lately, than ever before. Right now I am not pleased with what I've written, nor do I particularly want to share what I think. And mere pleasantries seem a waste of all of our time.

Hence, the long pause. Just breathing, I guess.

Rocket Is One with the Universe

Marchwind Blue Monk, CGC, 1995-2008
Our dear dog Rocket, our first dog as a couple, our stubborn, energetic, beautiful Italian Greyhound, was laid to rest in our backyard on December 31st, 2008. He will be remembered fondly by the five remaining in our household, our extended family who knew him well, and our good friends and neighbors.

Here are a few blog posts of the past four years featuring that old hound:
June 10, 2004
June 23, 2004
July 19, 2005
Nov. 11, 2005
Dec. 18, 2007
Dec. 27, 2008