Well-Mannered Frivolity

It is impossible to not be happy when listening to this song

<3 Wendy

The Mean Kitty Song

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A cat in the closet

When Bill left for work this morning around 5:00 AM, our cat, Simon, was in the kitchen eating his kitty kibble. I woke up around 8:30 AM to an angry yowling sound. Simon was locked in my craft closet. How on earth did he get in there? No one else was awake between 5 and 8:30. Lila's theory is that our other cat, Jenny, lured him in with catnip and then shut the door, thus locking Simon in. My theory is that we have a poltergeist.
What do you think happened.

<3
Wendy

Background noise: Silence

Googlemancy

Since all my blog posts show up on facebook as notes, I thought I would just do this on the blog.
Go to Google Search Engine. Type in your name and the word needs in quotes (like "Your name needs”) into a search engine and see what comes up. List the first 10.

Wendy needs a patient,loving, and committed family who can provide structure. (I already have this except the structure part)

Wendy needs a little time. (Who wouldn't)

Wendy needs every measuring cup and teaspoon she can find. (I guess I'll be cooking soon)

Wendy needs a sewing machine. (Wendy has 2. 3 if you count the serger)

Wendy needs help to join the US Cavers Forum. (I have been wanting to take up spelunking)

Wendy needs to Wake Up! (I'm up. I'm up already)

Wendy needs Mac help fast. (I have a PC, thanks)

Wendy needs to get a clue.  (And your point is?)

Wendy needs a Roommate!! (Heaven knows 7 people in a 2000 sq ft home is just not enough)

Wendy needs to Stoppy Shoppy. (WTH???)

<3
Wendy

Background noise: Avatar: The Last Airbender

PS-Wendy needs to get a life.

Jon and Kate + 8 - Me

I'm about to tread on thin ice here. I know Jon and Kate +8 is a much beloved television show. In fact, Kate recently had a speaking engagement here at a local church, and some ladies I know went to see her. At first I, too, was enchanted with this tv show. I am a mother of multiples, after all. After a few episodes though Jon and Kate (particularly Kate) began to grate on my nerves. I mean really, have you ever noticed the way she talks to her husband? I'm no proponent of spousal abuse, but I wouldn't  complain if he hauled back and kicked her in the shin. She treats him like one of the kids. And the kids, don't get me started on the kids. How would you like to have your entire childhood played out on national television? I feel so bad for those kids. I can't help but wonder if they will resent their parents in the coming years.
Kate is forever labeling her kids--the little professor, the drama queen, the whiny one. I hate that. All 5 of my children are unique individuals. They all have strengths and weaknesses and talents. I would never dream of pigeon holing them for life in front of the whole world. I know I'm being a bit hypocritical, because I talk about my family in a public forum (of 18 readers per day). I try to protect their privacy though. I ask their permission before I post anything about them. If something is embarrassing or hurtful or private I keep it to myself. I'm just not into pimping my kids out on national TV for a profit.

<3,
Wendy

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Just not feelin' it

Oh, my long neglected blog. Remember the good old days when I used to update you everyday. Remember when you used to get comments. My love for you has waned it seems.

I only really feel like blogging when something fun or funny is happening. I'm just not feeling the fun lately. I'm all about the government and the economy. I listen to talk radio, I read political blogs, I devoured Ayn Rand, and I am currently reading a tome rather cheerfully entitled Liberal Fascism. Argh, somebody save me. I'm depressing myself. I feel like that little girl who isn't exposed to art so she likes plastic flowers and wants Zone Ordinances read to her instead of bedtime stories. Have you seen that drab little commercial? No? Take my word for it, it's depressing and dreary. I'M TIRED OF BEING DEPRESSING AND DREARY, DOGGONEIT.

So I am reading Stephen King's new book. Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy reading. I have the new Maeve Binchy on  hold at the library. I'm #37 in line, but I'll read it eventually.  Even more exciting--Christopher Moore has a new book out. I'm #17 for that one.

I remember the days when I wanted a book I just went to Amazon.com and ordered that dad-blamed thing. Back when I used to have money. Remember disposable income.

STOP! I'M DEPRESSING MYSELF AGAIN!!!!!!!

THE LIBRARY IS MY FRIEND
THE LIBRARY IS MY HAPPY PLACE

I'm going to start reading The Pioneer Woman and Dooce again. I'm gonna play outside with my kids. I'm gonna bury my head in the sand and pretend I've never heard of Socialism.

Yeah, that's the ticket.

<3,
Wendy

Background noise: Raw vs Smackdown 2009 on the Wii

Stay tuned, I have a rant planned for tomorrow.

Concerts

I was talking about concerts on Facebook (My name is Wendy. I am a Facebook addict) so I thought I would post about concerts I have attended. I know you are waiting with baited breath to learn even more pointless details of my life.

The first concert I remember attending was Donnie and Marie. I was in the 2nd grade

My parents took me with them to see Dolly Parton. We sat on like the 3rd row. My dad brought his binoculars.

My mom and my friend's mom took us to see Rick Springfield in the 4th grade. Dr Noah Drake was so dreamy! I still wish that I was Jesse's Girl.

What's New Pussycat? My parents dragged me against my will took me to see Tom Jones. I threw up in the lobby. I also didn't understand why women were throwing their panties on stage.

My parents had to chance to see Elvis, but they didn't go because it was tax season (they were accountants). Then Elvis died, so they missed their chance.

My parents did go see Johnny Cash at County Hall when my mom was 18. That definitely ups their cool factor.

Don't you forget about me...I saw Simple Minds in the 9th grade. The Call was the opening act.

As a freshman in college I had the chance to go see Tom Petty in Atlanta. I regret not going to that one.

As a junior in college I did go to Atlanta to see Morrissey. That was one of the high points of my life. His opening act was a lesbian activist named something like Phrank. We stayed in the lobby and socialized during the opening set.

I college I went with my parents to see Tina Turner and Chris Isaak. My cousin and I spotted Chris in the crowd as we were looking at all the drag queens. My mom called his name, much to my mortal embarrassment. He signed my t-shirt! He is very cute.

Bill and I went with my parents to see Jimmy Buffett. I was pregnant with Katherine, but  I didn't know it yet.

I've seen James Taylor twice.

I've saw Alan Jackson when Katherine was a baby.

Bill and I saw the Dave Matthews Band that same year.

In college I went to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers at a warehouse in Columbia. This was right before they hit it big. For part of the set they wore nothing but socks. The socks were not on their feet. I will leave that up to your imagination.

I saw Alice Donut on a Valentine's Day at Club Dog Alley

I saw Chris Isaak right before Kat was born. We got his autograph again.

I've been to WCW Nitro, WWE Raw, and WWE Smackdown/ECW. At Nitro we were ringside. We were so close that I saw Eddie Guerreo whipser to Chris Benoit about what move they were going to do next. We also say Sting (the wrestler, not the singer) descend from the ceiling on a cable.

And the crowning glory of my concert years was taking my cousin to see Vanilla Ice Ice Baby.  I was 19.

The last concert I attended was The Wiggles when I was pregnant with the twins. I am not ashamed to admit that I had a crush on Anthony, the blue Wiggle.

At some point in my life I probably saw Waylon Jennings, because my mom was like a Waylon Jennings version of a deadhead.

There you have it. Don't you feel better now that you have read all that. Very edifying.

<3
Wendy

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