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First, go have a laugh at my expense.  Thanks Ian, thanks a lot.

This guy cracks me up and with one clip has added several quotes to my daily snark.  My favorite?  “You’re just like a little American, with your little American body.”

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I will update and I will explain more thoroughly.  For the moment though, I’m taking a break and enjoying some days where every single moment isn’t spent online.

Just a family and friends update to avoid worried emails and phone calls.

It’s been a long week with connection issues, teething, a growth spurt, and a new project on the side.

It’s taking a little time to adjust to the new routine, but we’ll manage as we always do.  Everyone is fine.

As far as the littlest monkey, she’s cutting her fourth tooth, cruising, clapping, and adding baby talk to her routine.  Tim needs to get out in the sun a little so she looks like a member of our family.  I slather her with sunscreen and she is still tanning.

I belong to a group of mothers who focus on natural parenting.  I fully admit to being a complete slacker and barely keeping up with the email, let alone making it out to the actual get togethers; for now I watch from the sidelines.

A week ago one of the members mentioned a young couple from Maine with a very sick baby.  The couple arrived by bus and were living in a motel while the baby waited for his first surgery at MUSC.  They planned on being in the area for only a few months.  Over the last few days, I have watched this group of women spring into action. They have located affordable housing and procured many household goods, additional clothing, and food for this family in their time of trouble.  It’s beautiful to behold and I’m proud to know the ladies who worked so hard to ease the burden of this family who are now planning on becoming permanent residents of the Lowcountry.

Rhoda, thank you for all of your efforts in bringing this group together.

Aidan had his first recital Friday evening. In the manner typical of our family, while the evening ended up fine, the process was a royal pain in the rear.

After being reminded to remove Aidan’s violin from the car, Tim forgot and took it with him when he left for work. What followed was a 90 minute high stress adventure from Moncks Corner to Goose Creek, to Huger, to West Ashley.

We were late, but his teacher was kind enough to shuffle the program.
Remember, he’s four; the other children are six and seven or eight.

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Setting: The Moncks Corner Bi-Lo 4:30pm

Characters: Three preschoolers ranging from infant to four years, one cashier, one bagger, one mother attempting to keep said preschoolers from touching nearby racks of candy.

(There is a lone bottle of soy sauce and a reusable grocery bag to ring up)

Cashier: Is that all?

Heather: That’s it.  (stage whispers) For the last time, no M&M’s we’re going home to make dinner.

Cashier: (Places reusable bag and soy sauce in a plastic bag)

Heather: (swiping debit) You really don’t have to bag those items, thank you.

Cashier: (blank stare)

Heather: (Somewhat embarrassed) It’s kind of the point of those bags; you know, to stop using the plastic ones.

Cashier: (blank, somewhat ruder stare, but removes the items from the plastic bag and places the soy sauce INSIDE the reusable bag)

Heather: Thank you, have a good evening. (Walks out of the store attempting to lug three kids and navigate a busy parking lot)

The other day, innocently peeling my navel orange, I discovered its unborn twin.

Carry on.

Get down from there right now, young lady.

A commenter on Babbledog:

damn. y’all built it up and it was so disappointing. all that coordination and potential used to…. end hunger? nope. get rich? nope. raise the awareness of some critical cause? not at all. it was all used to make a zombie flick (and from appearances a bad one). i’m not impressed.

Truly, is there such thing as a good zombie flick?  I laughed my butt off at Shaun of the Dead, but zombie movies in general are campy and fun.  Isn’t that the appeal?  :: Go ahead, insert rants from fans of Night of the Living Dead here::

No matter how “badly” the movie turns out, it cannot be any worse than My Boyfriend’s Back.

That isn’t the point.  Does every venture have to be world changing to have a net effect? No.  Each positive endeavor may only serve to make connections that facilitate future events.  I went out on a whim, met people, played a bit part, and had a fabulous time.  Playing a tiny walk on role in a short film is nothing in the grand scheme of things, but even played badly it was a huge leap of courage for me.

At this stage of my life I spend nearly every waking moment either working or molding three very needy barbarians into what I hope become acceptable and contributing members of society. Please don’t hold your breath.

Y’all, I am tired; deep down in the bones tired.  The kind of tired that a few hours of uninterrupted sleep will not fix.   It is a hungry form of exhaustion; the kind that makes you say to hell with everything.  When I should have been hurrying home I decided, “No, I’m going to sit on this porch with these people and laugh about nothing for a while.”  Those hours, no one needed me and there were no deadlines.  No, Dan didn’t save the world by coordinating a campy zombie flick, but I valued the experience.

(HT Dan Conover Photo Credit Geoff Marshall)

I played hooky to be in a zombie flick.