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Sitemeter is a fun toy.

Dear Googler,

I know The Internet can seem like the answer to all of life’s queries, but do you think “Are there any good jobs in Moncks Corner?” will land you the position you deserve? May I suggest picking up a newspaper and looking in the classifieds? Sometimes, if you are lucky, you can even find them for free at Huddle House, that is if you don’t mind a little coffee or syrup.

-Heather

I was listening to AM1250 this morning and heard Richard Todd mention Gregg Meyers was running something called “Proofwatch.”

Is this the same Proofwatch on SchoolMovement?

Just curious.

Charleston County School Board
Proofwatch

I voted around 10am. I feel safe in saying I was probably the only voter, of about one hundred and fifty people, under thirty. Including myself, there may have been ten voters under fifty and possibly forty under sixty-five.

The vast majority of people in the room were elderly. The demographics will likely change as people vote during lunch or after work.

This is just to be sure I’ll be able to blog while on the road.

I took Aidan to the fair and we did it right, the whole nine yards, from pizza to ponies. If it could be ridden, we rode it. If it needing eating, we ate it.

We topped off our night with a waffle and hot chocolate at Waffle House and the little man is down for the count.

Often it seems as though life is a powerful build up followed by an anti-climax. I’m still waiting for word from the potential employer. We’ve had our home on the market for a couple of months, which we expect. Yesterday, we had a caravan of realtors come through. Even with the boys and Tim being sick we managed to get the house into showing condition. Thursday morning I loaded them in the car, tried to make sure everything was perfect, and got out of Dodge for the “great big showing.” We came home to find twenty-four business cards scattered on the center island.

That’s it.

Did they like the house? Hate the house? What could we do? Is there a glaring reason we haven’t sold or is it just the market?

Lots of work and preparation and I have a little pile of cards.

I wandered around; I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself. Today, I need a really good book or movie and I’d love to hear some suggestions. I’d like to lose myself in something wonderful.

Well, I missed the official start date, but that is fine. I still have not pinned down to whether or not I’ll have internet access on my next adventure.

I certainly haven’t got the time, this month, to dedicate to NaNoWriMo. It sounds like loads of fun and I might force myself into something similar in January or never.

4:50pm The candy is ready, the costumes are purchased, but there is one big snag. Aidan’s lion costume is too small. Not just a little too small, painfully small. CURSE YOU COSTUME COMPANY

4:55-5:05 Frantic closet dig for anything suitable. I stumbled upon an old black dress… judge no, warlock no… Death a la Terry Pratchett yes!

5:10-5:25 dinner (mine was a Honey I Screwed Up Treat from my husband) the boys had quesadillas.

5:35 Tim runs to Wal-greens we’re out of Motrin for Mark and Death needs some white facepaint. Meanwhile Death amuses himself driving his powerwheel car.

6:05 Daddy returns with facepaint and the jack-o-lantern is lit.

6:15 We’re off Trick or Treating

6:45 I dash home to answer the door, and am greeted by a neighbor who calls me by name, but I don’t recognize.

6:55 Neighbor circles around and I realize it’s the gentleman who lives cattycorner from us. We have a long conversation about paving our street.

7:00 Last trick or treaters in sight.

7:15 I head in to upload pics.

7:26 The Grim Reaper is told to disrobe and put on his PJs chaos ensues.

7:31 I sit here cursing Blogger for not letting me upload the pics.
7:38 All done! Happy Halloween everyone!

While running a few errands this morning I noticed the baby was getting a little warm. Aidan had run a fever over the weekend, so it wasn’t really a surprise. I checked his temperature and he was feverish, but not alarmingly so. I decided to let his body fight the bug. I laid him in his crib, checking on him every so often and he slept peacefully for about an hour until he woke with an angry squawk.

I ran upstairs and while I was checking his temperature he jerked in my arms, a few full body spasms and then screamed in anger. He was running a pretty high fever and I was very concerned about febrile seizures, so I called my mom (I had them when I was young) and then the doctor. While I was on the phone Mark alternated between howling and lying limp. I gave him motrin and tried to keep my cool. He repeated the jerking and screaming several times, then began to perk up.

My mom and stepfather picked up Aidan, for which I’m grateful (thanks Mom!) and I headed for his appointment.* The little stinker ran around the waiting room, squealing with delight and flirting with the ladies. Hey look at me, aren’t I the cutest, healthiest toddler you’ve ever seen? He’d chortle and wave, then drum on the seats for good measure. He peek-a-booed, clapped, and danced; all to make a liar out of me.

My little actor didn’t know that strep is hard to hide. We’re home, the script has been filled, and he’s sleeping soundly. Aidan has an appointment in the morning, as he decided to develop a striking rash and the doctor wants to rule out a complication of strep.

Meanwhile, I have a few new gray hairs to hide.

Watch out Moncks Corner; we’re contagious.

*I highly recommend Berkeley Family Practice. We’ve been using them for almost two years and have no complaints.
**Edit** I found a better link for BFP