Thursday, April 24, 2008

Movin' on Up

Hello there! From in here...in the computer! Where I live!

You're probably wondering what is up with dear old weeza and why nothing is ever updated anymore. Okay, so I'm sure you weren't wondering at all and you probably wound up here accidentally after you did a search for Weezie from The Jeffersons and here you are....welcome! Fish don't fry in the kitchen and beans don't burn on the grill, took a whole lot of trying just to get up that hill.

Things have been busy around here, the very good kind of busy. But since Donn got back I've been afflicted with a little something I call complete relaxation. I have certain telltale symptoms like suddenly falling into a deep sleep while eating a sandwich and sitting around smiling for no reason like some kind of optimistic person or something. I tried to explain to Donn that it's a good thing that I can't seem to stay awake now that he's here. I'm so glad you're home! I'll tell you more about it after I wake up!

The children have been all over him like rabid monkeys, but they are starting to get used to having him around and someday soon maybe they will remember their dear old mom, the chopped liver over here in the corner...eating worms. It's been good though, watching them relay every event of the past 15 months to him in bits and pieces. It goes like this:

Dylann: Dad

Donn: What

Dylann: Dad

Donn: What

Dylann: Dad. Dad. Dad?

Donn: What is it, Dylann?

Dylann: Ha, ha ha...I don't remember what I was going to say. Can I have a juice box?

Then five minutes later the scene repeats itself. I think they're just reassuring themselves that he's here and that he's listening. Right now he's on leave from work, so he is pretty much always here to listen. And to wonder why his wife falls asleep on the toilet. Goodnight.

Friday, April 4, 2008

He'll be here...

Tonight! Well, technically tomorrow morning because it will be in the middle of the night. About 12 hours from now! 15 months of lonely nights spent watching bad TV with a cat in my lap are almost over. As you can imagine, we had a lot to do today to get ready. I took some pictures of us hard at work. First I scrubbed the floors.


Then I pressed all the sheets, using lavender water to give them a nice smell that says "romance".


I also pressed the children's attire for tonight's ceremony.


I did NOT allow them to plaster their bodies with Hispanic tattoos of catholic figures that they bought at a restaurant the other day while mommy stuffed her face.


Oh wait, I mean I did do that. The tattoos go nicely with Jack's black eye from an unfortunate trampoline incident. The Latin Kings would be proud.

Alright, so I didn't spend the day baking and cleaning. But I did spend some time doing those things. I also spent a good amount of time having uncontrollable spasms of excitement where I scream and jump 10 feet in the air. I thought it would be good if we went outside for a while to get some fresh air and minimize the freakish outbursts.

Jack noticed that something was actually growing in the pots where we had planted seeds.

Who knew green stuff could shoot out of the dirt like this? Holy smokes!

Here I am busily making a quilt with one square for each day Donn was gone.


Oops, nevermind.

Alright, time is passing and I need to go get spastic. Happy Friday!