The Blog With No Name

Well not really, but I’ve had better. We drove all the way out to Wacky Waters, because we had free tickets from the pediatric dentist, except I left the GOD-DAMNED tickets on the kitchen counter. Then some dorky teen-ager, driving along with his girlfriend and his bud, rear-ended us on the way home, on Division Street. Gr. No one injured, air bags didn’t even deploy, but it means a trip out to Reynolds Ford, and much tedious paperwork, oh arg.

My daughter got yet another early birthday present this week (she got a new bicycle at the beginning of summer – her birthday’s in August, and her then-bike was way way WAY too tiny for her). Ebay strikes again – we now have mother-daughter matching PALMS! (Sony CLIEs actually). Color screen and all. She was overjoyed. Gadget lust is a genetic thing, I guess. (The boy got the old Palm m100, with a new RED faceplate of course.)

1. I asked my daughter what she wanted to take for lunch on her first full day as a THIRD GRADER. She said, “I’d like a honey mosquito turkey sandwich, please, with swiss cheese!” (I buy yuppie deli meat, I admit it.)

2. The boy (who, on his first day of kindergarten, put on his backpack at 6:45 a.m. and said, “I’m ready, let’s go!”) has been listening to some weird music in the car with me, and said something humorous. The background – it’s “Flood,” by “They Might Be Giants.” This album has one of the coolest songs EVER on it, “Istanbul not Constantinople.” So anyway, we’re driving along, and I’m trying to explain the name of the group, but the kids hear just the “Giants” part of it, and so this is an album by giants. After the third (or fourth, fifth, sixth, I can’t remember) replay of “I not C,” the boy gets a very concerned tone in his earnest little voice and asks me, “Mom, why won’t the giants let the other giant go back to Wisconsin?” OK maybe that was just funny for me, but I thought it was hysterical.

I promise to have photos of the first day of school up soon. Really.