Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Normal Mom Blog—Must Have Sleep

Condition: depleted energy cells

Diagnosis: must recharge with sleep and chocolate, preferably the good stuff

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Captain's Blog—Approaching ground zero

Stardate: memo to the crew

One of the little people is approaching her birth anniversary, and secret preparations are being made. I can't say any more except that this event involves chocolate, balloons, and wrapping paper. If you receive this memo, please understand that it will self-destruct in five seconds.

Take cover!

Monday, September 20, 2010

Normal Mom Blog—Mission Possible

Stardate: Does it really matter?

This is a normal mom blog, so the stardate isn't important. Suffice it to say we're deep in school year territory, having completed our first month in the trenches. I'm back in writing mode, and have been able to post regularly on The Last Draft, but only semi-regularly on my Examiner.com page. I'm back to making steady progress on my book, but not enough to satisfy my avid family readers. Oh well. If they're not going to help, they'll just have to be satisfied with what I do on my own.

We're having a few issues with A.J. She is sort of tri-lingual, if you don't count the one she made up. The problem is that she won't duplicate a word in any language. If you ask her to say, "Cookie," she'll sign it. If you ask her to say, "Yes," it only comes out in Spanish. If you ask her to say, "yellow," that's what you get. We're looking at it as a temporary technological glitch, but we're working on it.

Beyond that, God is good, all the time!

Friday, September 17, 2010

Captain's Blog—Attack of the mutant kamikaze acorn creatures

Stardate: After dinner

For days now, we have been under attack by the tiny mutant kamikaze acorn creatures. They periodically launch themselves from their perches in the oak trees surrounding the star base and hurl their small bodies at the roof. Only this week, one of the ensigns took a direct hit in the head while stepping out of the rover to get the mail. We are working on personal shields which will vaporize the small hostiles, but in the mean time are reduced to using umbrellas to fend them off.

It's a strange world we inhabit.