My hamper floweth over

Because if I didn't have kids, I would still be buying the new Harry Potter book at midnight. Which really isn't bad in itself. But I would still want to go someplace fun to make a wand, wear the glasses, get a scar painted on my forehead, and that might seem just a tad bit weird!

I had planned on writing a long post revealing my (I am certain) accurate predictions, but it didn't happen. Been crazy busy. And, unfortunately, that does not include reading all of the previous Harry Potter books. I only made it to book four, although I was reminded (by my own brain and my daughter's) of most of what happens in the fifth book after watching the movie.

One interesting errand I did have to run was getting a copy of Jordan's birth certificate. There were signs posted everywhere stating that the cost of a birth certificate is $10.00. Although, when I reached the counter, I was informed by the nice lady working there that the birth certificate I needed would be $15.00. Because I wasn't married to her father when she was born. Whaattt? I wanted to explain to her that we got married when Jordan was six weeks old, and have been married for the past eleven and a half years. But I realized she couldn't care less, and handed her the extra $5.00. Is that what they call a sin tax?

The birth certificate was needed, by the way, so that my daughter can go to the Canadian side of Niagara Falls next week. I am so excited for them!

Alright, I most go. I have much to do, and unfortunately I have no time turner like Hermione to help me.

Oh, on a final note? I will be wearing my "I TRUST SEVERUS, ALBUS DID." T-shirt. If that gives you any indication as to my predictions.....

He likes to stick his finger in my mouth in the middle of a good yawn, completely ruining the moment, or tickle my underarm during a good stretch, or interrupt a good sneeze. Annoying.

He finds it amusing to chase me around the yard while carrying a particularly nasty bug, funny to hide in our closet and jump out and scare me, and downright hilarious to watch my clumsy mishaps (like hitting my head on the pew in front of me when after bending over to replace a hymnal).

He refuses to eat leftovers, except for pizza, which he insists on defiling by warming up first.


But

He can do this



And this


And this

And even this


And so I guess I will keep him around.

I consider myself a semi-intelligent, not-so-gullible person.

I know that chiggers do not indeed crawl under your skin, and require clear nail polish induced suffocation in order to die (and apparently float around in your bloodstream?)

I don't remember a time when I actually thought ringworm was a kind of a worm.

I know that the bugs that Okies call locusts are actually cicadas.

I am aware that ostriches do not actually bury their heads in the sand, and that lemmings will only jump blindly off of a cliff after being spun in a centrifuge so long that they feel the way you would after a night of binge drinking.

HOWEVER,

There is one old wives tale that I was totally willing to sit back and accept as fact, mainly because it's being true would make my life easier:

That turning lights on and off uses more electricity than leaving them on.

And wouldn't you know that the Mythbusters would go and rain on my parade and prove it to be false?

If you'll excuse, I have some lights to go turn off.

Say hello to Otis Keith. Make it quick, because if he has one more accident (particularly on my bed), you will be saying goodbye instead.

We had a great day!

Max, the two year old, two in March, not quite two and a half, decided he can swim. I am no longer allowed to hold on to him in the pool (unless he yells HAANNNNDDDD! In which case I may hold out my hand for him to hold onto, but under no circumstances may I hold onto him). This is, of course, with the aid of a life jacket, but still. It's enough to give a mother a heart attack. And? He jumps in! Craziness!

We didn't make it to a big fireworks show, but were in a neighborhood where fireworks are legal, and apparently, required. It was amazing! The big do-it-yourselfers were going of every second or so somewhere on the street for hours.

This has been a great summer, and there is still a lot to look forward to. And you know what that means, more slide shows. Please, try to contain your excitement.

I can't help it. They are just fun! And the kids love them! And they are good for the environment! And they help save baby seals! (okay, I'm being a bit ridiculous now)

Anyway, the big girls went to camp last week, had a great time, and we all stayed an extra dat picking them up.

I can't tell you how happy it makes me that my whole family shares my love for a place that means so much to me.

Although I didn't see near as much crying and "we will never see each other!" type moments.

I credit that to e-mail, myspace, and cell phones.

I say Wal-Mart you say fruit flies!
Wal-Mart!
Fruit flies!
Wal-mart!
Fruit flies!

Yep. My house is infested yet again. If you are asking, "hey, if it keeps happening, why shop there?" The answer is, "because there are no good options that are close." I live in an area with very limited grocery shopping options. I try to drive to the better option *cough* (Super Target) as often as possible, but it's pretty far away. And a lot of our staples are a lot more expensive there. Seriously, it might not sound like a real problem, but I can;t tell you how many people I have heard lament over the same issue.

But...
Aah ahhhhhhhhh (angelic choir singing)
I heard (from a very reliable source) that we may very possibly be getting a Whole Foods very close very soon. I am super excited. I have heard great things about this chain.

So, if you live in an area with a Whole Foods, give me some feedback, please. Is it a store where you can buy most of the things you need? Are the prices reasonable? Will I love it?

Anxiously awaiting your responses.....