Wonderboy Arrives!!!

After work yesterday (which I don’t want to tell you how freakin slooooooow it was) I headed home to change clothes then on to Incredible Pizza to meet BonusMom and Wonderboy for some serious playing time. We mastered skeeball. We cheated our butts off at putt putt. We did bumper cars. Twice. We played air hockey and Wonderboy someone cheated at that too. Little bugger. He bowled as we took a break and sat for a second. We channeled our inner Nascar and raced go karts. He won first place! We fed token after token into that machine that pushes all the coins to the end and then hopefully they fall…oh my goodness. Bonusmom and I were ridiculous, racing back and getting more tokens, adding more money to our cards to then get more tokens. We decided that Vegas and the three of us (each who were saying OH JUST ONE MORE AND IT WILL FALL) would not be the best combination.  After 3 hours of playing and gathering tickets, and playing some more, we shopped and spent our 1900 and some odd tickets on…stuff. He got a big ole gun that shoots nerf balls. He got lots of spinning UFO thingymabobs. He got some puzzles. He got a lot of crap stupid junk amazing! prizes! We ate some fairly lackluster pizza and parted ways, all three pretty tired. A successful night however.

Today, I think he’s going to drop by the salon for a haircut/shape up and then perhaps we’ll travel across the street to Cheesecake Factory for a slice of yum.

Other plans for the week include but not limited to, roller skating tomorrow night. Anyone wanna join us? We’re going to skate at the Yukon rink…the more the merrier!!! It’s likely to rain, so a trip to the bookshop will probably happen. I mentioned a movie, several are out that look fun, and got the “nah, that didn’t look very good to me” (clearly this is the one area where he and I are NOT alike…I think he just doesn’t want to sit still that long). He goes back home on Friday to rest up for getting back to normal.

Ahhhhh Spring Break for an 8 year old.

In other child news….

Kikimama has been getting into the attic. Dragging my new insulation down into the house. I figured it out last week, and moved the piece of wood over to cover the entry hole. Apparently she has figured out a way to slink up thru the gap in the wall between said piece of wood and get up there still. Sneaky little bitch. Finally, I get smart (duh) and move the obstacles that she is using to climb on so that she cant get there. I just a few seconds ago heard a ridiculous racket in the garage where I’m sure she decided to imitate the Flying Wallendas and failed. Stubborn little bitch. Last night, however, I was petting her and found a huge chunk of fur that seems to be….shorter. missing in fact. I’m wondering if she is diseased, or if she has actually rubbed herself raw sneaking up into the garage between the wood and the wall, or if she got the insulation on her and scratched the bejesus out of herself…all things to worry about.

Children…le sigh.

I have finished the 5th book in the Outlander series…and my friend, client, crack dealer who got me started on this series is driving 30 minutes to bring me the last two books. I cannot express the joy that this brings! SO GOOD!!! It’s an undertaking to say the least, but if the freaking story weren’t SO GOOD…oh so good.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my “list” that I want to accomplish. Not a big Life List like Cindy has done, but just a regular, clean out the garage build a flowerbed list. It sometimes get’s a little overwhelming. And then I think of the people in my life that are dealing with major change. New family. New careers. Losing a career.  Losing a parent. Divorce. Raising children. Major crisis of faith. Financial freedom or the lack thereof. Illness. . .

And I kind of just chill out. And know that everything’s gonna be alright.

Here’s today’s NFTU:

What if I told you, Misti, that you couldn’t have anymore of anything… No more friends, no more money, no more anything, until you first got happy with what you have? Actually Misti, I’d never tell you that, because frankly, it’s not always true. But, if you’re not happy with what you’ve got, it’s hard to imagine that you’re really thinking favorably on those things. And the thoughts that you are thinking, perhaps unfavorable, limited, and afraid, are the ones that will receive priority in the manifestation of tomorrow. Uck.

Easy to change,
The Universe