Funny Jim Carrey

Thanks bdure. That just made my morning.

Off to deal with crabby Little Miss S, my job-I-love-but-don't-know-how-to-do, insurance companies and the University Parking Office! WEEEEE!

Young Lady

Miss M is now 10 years old. I don't know how I feel about it. I met her when she was three, and came up to my waist. Now, she comes up to my shoulder and her legs are pretty much as long as mine. She used to want clothes for her dolls, kid music, and she was into the Powerpuff Girls. Now, she wants clothes for herself and teeny bop music and she's into High School Musical. Sniff!

It's HOT here!

But dang! It's been busy. And hot. Atlanta has already established this month as the hottest ever on record, and there are still 11 days left to go. I'm at 30 weeks pregnant. I work for a University, and I don't have faculty parking privileges. So, either Mr. Mac takes me to work, I pay $10 to park in the visitor lot for the day, or I schlep.

Mr. Mac isn't in classes now, so you know his job. :)

Little Miss S is positively adorable and heads off to her NEW SCHOOL tomorrow - we were able to get her into the on-campus daycare at my college, and now she is in care approximately 1/2 mile away from me. She's turned into quite the chatterbox, and her newest favorite thing to do is to discuss the books you're reading to her. "Dat George is always inna time-out mommy. He bad monkey."

Coming soon to this space!

Actual Blog Content! Now, in lieu of substance, I offer bullets.

* I LOVE my new job. It's awesome. People are happy I'm there. People are nice. I get paid to go to school and I don't have to take any (more) exams! It's just amazing! Yay for me!

* My Little Miss S is fabulously cute. Except when she poops in the tub. Especially when Mr. Mac is not here to help me clean it up. Just sayin'.

* Tonight, LMS did a new trick - the "Flop". She stands up on the bed and flops over backward. Straight back. Like a trust fall, only onto the mattress. Amazingly funny.

* Miss M has gone back to Florida for the school year, and I'm sad about that.

And now, off to finish cooking dinner for Mr. Mac and me.