See that beach. I wish I was there, laying out on the sand, frying my winter white hide into freckled oblivion. I'd order a marguerita, put on my huge, mosquito style sunglass and lounge away - secretly checking out every set of man abs within view. *lol*
However, the vacation is over. No beach for me. Oldest is back to school today, and I'm back to business. I spent the weekend relaxing and reading, and TV browsing. (I did a bit of wip tweaking and stripping, but not too much.) Time to get on the wagon again.
I read MaryJanice Davidson's Undead and Unemployed in one sitting on Saturday. What a fabulously funny book. I loved every minute of it! Betsey, flaky though she may be, has a heart of gold. I absolutely love her. I usually chuck a book with flaky characters; however, I never get tired of reading about her. (Or Sinclair. *drool*)
I also (finally) finished reading Over the Moon, the anthology with Angela Knight, MJD, and a few other authors. I don't know why it has taken me so many weeks to read that one. I actually prefer to read anthologies, and/or short stories. With kids and a husband running around needing something different every five minutes, it's easier for me to get through a book. However, something about this book made it very hard for me to read. The stories were okay; the writing was fine.... I don't know what it is. Just one of those books where I didn't connect, I guess. Instead of dropping it in the donate bin, I put it back on the shelf to try rereading parts of it later. Sometimes I can go back and "get it" - whatever it was that didn't mesh with me on the first reading. Alas, I shall try again.
Mini Milestones... Yesterday, Mini got his first "bike". He's been admiring his big bubba's mountain bike and likes to go out and have someone sit him up on it. It's not easy to stand around out in the yard holding up a toddler on a big ol' bike, and that being the case, we decided it was time to fish out a tricycle.
Mini was soooo thrilled when he saw it. "Bike, bike!" and all that. He hasn't learned to pedal it yet, although he knows where his feet are supposed to go. I guess he just hasn't built up the pedal-oompa. He'll get there.
Oldest is whining about approaching summer. It just dawned on him over the weekend that there is roughly two months left of school - not even that, really. For all the bazillion taxes there are in this state, there really isn't anything here for the kids - parks are few and far between, there is no public pool. I love hiking, and would love taking the boys, but campsites aren't kept that well here either. Cloud Crossing (part of Kisatche National Forest) is in shambles. Unless you want to visit the people who live in RVs there year round, or canoe through a sea of West Nile Virus *cough, cough* I mean, mosquitoes, it's not really the place to be.
I'm wondering what I'm going to do with Oldest. (IF he doesn't have to go to summer school.) There aren't any kids on our street his age, and the only cousin he had lives about five states over. I considered sending him out there since he's never met his cousin, but Oldest acts kind of "meh" about that. What can you do? Maybe to Space Camp, if he wants to? I really don't know what to do for the poor guy. Guess if he can't decide it will be another summer of going to the lake, grass mowing, and round the clock channel surfing. Not that that sort of thing sounds to bad too me. (Am I really that old?)
Anyway, that's it for me today. It's after 9. I stayed up waaaay too late last night watching reruns of Outback Jack, and by this hour, I should be writing something. *looks longingly at the beach...*
Happy Monday, folks!