Mellville.

I got myself a new job today! It happened rather quickly. Im excited for the most part. Perhaps its time to move on! Im certainly not going to complain about the increase in my paycheck either!

Im happy to say that my mini goal has been met. Thanks to a cool person whosent me out some organizing brain waves. With that help, I was able to complete the task of organizing my jewelry. (pats myself on the back, or at work we would say,kiss your brain,so I kiss my palm and then pat my head)

And for photographic evidence ..(mind you, this may not look organized, but let me tell you, its a hell of a lot better than it was before)

My Chelsea bracelet is hiding out in there!

Pevious to this, my jewelery was scattered about in many different little boxes, and all the earings where like that too, which meant to find a match, I had to take about ten minutes out of my day just to pick out earings to wear. I have a very hard time keeping my own personal stuff organized in an orderly fashion. Hence the myriad of my "stuff" pyramids.

This kind of makes me look like a costume jewelry hoarder! Im not!

Denial denial…

No, I was able to get rid of a lot without any hesitation or concern. Hoarding isn’t on my list of insanities.

Anyway…

Here is my made up makeshift dream catcher I made a mess of….

Its a little lop sidded, but oh well, the kids didn’t notice.

Except for Professor Child, he had to comment of course.Appearently the hole in the middle is too big, which makes it a poor dream catcher because smaller holed ones work better at catching the bad dreams…or something like that…

Whatever, keep your professional oppinions to yourself, you little shit!!!!! See if you get a magic moon stone now! Im going to go hide your Greek Transformation book and blame the fairies, and watch you go into panic tizzy mode…while all along I laugh. And make you have nightmares about an evil goblin nyph named Heracles! No dream catcher for you….see if you dis the catcher next time! …Uh huh! Didn’t think so, you wing feathered twerp!

That there was me picking on somebody all in my head

Or maybe I should just pick on somebody my own size in my head.

Im being a brain bully.

Not cool!

We gave the kids temporary tattoos today and Blondie said that the water we were using to apply them with was "burning cold!"

Blondie and Professor Child drug animal shit into camp on their shoes today. They must have walked in it while walking to camp today. See, they are staying with their grandmother for the summer, and their grandmother happens to be the founder of the school, she retired last year but still lives on campus, but to get to the school, they have to walk through the woods. (just a small path) Needless to say, their was quite a mess, and they went without shoes for the rest of the day. The shoes were cleaned off but they still stayed outside. When grandma came to pick them up today (again late) she had no idea about the shit. It became an issue as she had to check her shoes too, even though it was now hours later. Grandma took off her shoes and asked me to smell them. Im not sure why she couldn’t do that herself, or better yet just look at them so see for herself. I most certainly did not smell her shoes, I just told her they looked okay, but she was still baffled with the situation. Bless her heart. haha. The ordeal continued with them trying to figure out which path to take back home. Professor child claimed he didn’t want to risk stepping in the poo again, so taking the long way home was the best option. And agian, the common sense thing…It never occured to him, that 1-that he and Blondie most likely cleaned the shit up with their feet, and 2- to just look where you walk.

I stopped at work yesterday (sunday) to drop off a few things. While I was walking along the sidewalk, I found a cool little caterpillar. He looked a lot like the catterpillar in the movie The Labryinth. The one Sarah meets when she first walks into the labryinth, that says "ello" I think the caterpilllars colors where differen’t though. I ended up picking it up with a stick and bringing inside to put it in the bug cage we have. I put a leaf in there for it to nibble on, you know to recreate that natural habitat and all. when I came into work this morning, I inspected the bug cage to find it. I wanted the kids to see it because they all get a kick out of bugs. Except Melville (thats what I named the cool caterpillar) was MIA. I looked all around the cage under the leaf, the stick and even under the dead Lunar Moth we were holding captive. (its a big cage, like the ones you can raise butterflies in) I know I zipped the damn thing closed, so I have no idea how Melville got out. A little later the kids started to shout that they had found Melville. I had told them about Melville and the situation earlier, so they knew about him. Mellville was found climbing high up on a wall. How the little basatd got there is a mystery. It was a far treck for such a little guy. After that Melville was nicknamed Houdini. And then he was named Tricky, and then finally given the full name of Lucy Tricky Mellville. What a name! Thats what happens when you let four year olds make decisions.

Tomorrow I’m anxious to see if Mellville stayed put.