Last night as I was making my nest in bed, it occurred to me that my pillows–all four of them–had to be just right for me to go to sleep.    I need two under my head, one between my knees and one to hug.  I only keep four pillows on the bed so you can guess how many that leaves my dh with.   (There’s an extra on a settee that he uses, before you all decide I am a pillow hog.  Which I am, but there’s no need for name-callin’.)  Anyway, this got me to thinking about other people’s pillow habits.  For instance, Kira Sinclair lugged her fluffy purple pillow all the way to Scotland.  The last time me, Jen and Vicki got togehter, Jen brought her pillow as well.

Hmmm.  I sensing a pattern here.  Clearly I am not the only one with pillow issues.  So…what about ya’ll?  Any pillow preferences?  Inquiring minds….  

(And it’s Free Book Friday over at the Soapbox Queens!)

“Momma, you just don’t know how hard it is.  You’re too old to remember.”

  Ya’ll excuse me while I go pick out a new pair of orthopedic shoes and a new tricked out walker.

Anybody else have any good kid quotes?

  Guess what?  I’m whining about school again.  Yes, yes, I know it’s getting tedious.  I’m sorry.

BUT…

A couple of weeks ago here we had a tax free weekend on back-to- school supplies.  It would have been nice if we’d had the teacher lists from the school beforehand so we could have taken advantage of that benefit.  After all, school is expensive enough and every little bit helps.  But, alas, we didn’t get the lists. 

Instead we got them last Friday, a week late. 

Fine.  Moving on. 

But once again, in addition to the first round of lists there are even more lists–lists which are adding up to more than another $80 in addition to the $200 worth of supplies we’ve already gotten.  And did the upper-grade teachers get together and discuss the logistics of EACH of them asking for a 2 or 3 inch binder per class???    Where, pray tell, are the kids supposed to put all these binders, not to mention the books?  We’re talking 21 inches of binder–the things won’t all fit in their backpacks.  Couldn’t they combine some of the binders?  Why does every teacher have to have a binder unto themselves?  Is this a status thing?  I just don’t get it. (And if you are a teacher and you are reading this, I do not envy nor want your job and have a tremendous amout of respect for the work that you do.  Really.  It’s just this one little issue that has me annoyed….  )

Also, both of my kids have to dress out for P.E. and the shorts must be purchased through the school.  Given my why-can’t-we-go-to-uniforms rant from a couple of weeks ago I find this intensely ironic.

  Argh!!!! 

**I’m blogging at The Soapbox Queens today, too, where it is “Wicked Wednesday” and I promise it’s a much happier topic.

Here’s proof that I actually really did ride Alphie the Horse From Hell while in Scotland.  Notice how he looks like he’s about to go somewhere?  Well, he did.  He trotted directly into the barn for hay.  Without my consent.  And that was only the minor infraction.  The rest of the time he tried to pick fights with any horse who dared to attempt to come around him.

He was still pretty though.

Also, I looked all over Scotland for a fetching hat because I really want to be the kind of person who can wear one and look cute. 

Alas, this is as close as I got. 

Dear WIP, you’ll be happy to know that my children returned to school today– –and you will be getting my undivided attention as opposed to the scattered, frantic minutes I have managed to steal away from my loud but lovable family.   Hero, heroine, you have both been remarkably patient and will be appropriately rewarded.

Excited,

The Author

• Fried Chicken

• Fried Potatoes

• Fried Green Tomatoes

• Fried Peas (Ha!  Just kidding.  They were actually fresh Field Peas, which my fam adores.)

• Cornbread

• Fresh sliced tomatoes

• Tea

• Sliced peaches and pound cake for dessert.

I kept the phone on the table in the event that one of us had a heart attack and we’d need to call 911.   

It’s hot.  I needed comfort food.  And nothing says comfort like fried chicken, excpept maybe a fried Snickers candy bar, but the fair won’t be in town until next month.  (Jen, I’m only kidding.  Seriously.  Even I draw the line at a fried candy bar.  But I wouldn’t be opposed to a caramel apple….  )

It’s Free Book Friday at the Soapbox Queens!  Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Because there was lots of buzz about having a myspace page at Nationals this year, I decided to bite the bullet and put up a profile.  My site hasn’t been tricked out yet, but Jen’s daughter–aka The Girl– is supposed to hook me up as soon as she finishes her homework.  Or sometime soon, anyway.   In the meantime, I would really appreciate it if you all would pop out and take a look.

And of course, friend me.  Please.

Also, I’m blogging at The Soapbox Queens today–double duty this week–so click on over there, too.  I’ve brought my pets to the Palace. 

Let’s play a new game.  This is called How Hot Is It?

I’ll go first. 

Here in Northern Alabama it’s 100 degrees with a heat index of 107.  In other words, it’s what us Southerners like to call Damn Hot.  (Not to be confused with a cheerful “Hot Damn!” which has a completely different connotation.)

Your turn.

…go into a room and close a door.

:::sigh:::

Bedroom, bathroom.  Doesn’t matter.  The instant I go into a room and shut the door it’s as though I have set off some sort of alarm which tells every member of my family that they must find me. 

Right then.

I’m stressed.  I’m trying to work.

  Argh!

Since I have whined all week, I promise to offer a new topic tomorrow.   Really.  I mean it.  I will not whine tomorrow, even though I am supposed to.

It’s my day to blog at the Soapbox Queens today, so click on over and join me there!