Malingering With HM

I should not have proclaimed my quick cure from Hot & Sour Soup. Because I had a relapse the very next day, and have been sick as a dog ever since. My bones are aching, I had a headache royale, and now there's this nagging cough that hurts my liver. But HH still expects his Super Bowl snack menu supper to be prepared on time. Go figure!

Most of the snow is gone now. HH has announced that he is in the market for a car hood to use for towing the boys behind the Scout next snow. Apparently, their sleds are not flashy enough for him. I have no idea where he thinks he will come across a car hood. Two weeks ago, he called me on the way home, near tears, because there was a perfectly good metal tool chest just sitting beside the road, and he was driving his Mercedes. "If I had my truck, I could stop and get it," he whined. I told him he there is a reason for everything. He might have been run over if he stopped to get it. That seemed to pacify him.

The Pony refuses to dress himself on the weekends. He says there is no need to change out of pajamas if we are not going anywhere. I suppose we're lucky that he doesn't refuse to do homework because it doesn't teach him anything.

The #1 son is wanting a new phone. Let's not forget that his is a year old. And mine is 5 years old. He is buying this one himself. He has been doing odd jobs for one of the teachers, scanning things into the computer after school in his spare time. He also burned a bunch of CDs of the Hillmomba Idol Contest, and is awaiting payment as people pick up their pre-ordered copies at $5 per disk.

I have a science conference coming up in a few weeks that I am not looking forward to. I have to leave on a Sunday morning, and get back on a Tuesday night. It will take about 3 hours to get there, if I remember right. The #1 son wants to go, so I am going to fill out an absence thingy for him. The same week, on Friday, the music teacher wants to take him to a competition so he can run some electronic thingy. I'm letting him go. I consider it 'gifted education'. Since the school dropped the gifted program three or four years ago, I think it's up to me as his parent to provide him with opportunities that challenge his intellect. Or just let him out of school because his grades are good. I'm tired of all the special programs being for the kids we don't want to leave behind. That's what's wrong with this country.

Since when did 'average' become our goal? Is this what landed men on the moon and brought them back safely? (Forget the part about where I don't really think we landed on the moon). We can't build bridges that won't collapse. We can't fix those spy satellites so that when they're used up, they come down at a predetermined spot in the ocean. Think about it, people...there is ample room in the ocean. In fact, there is more ocean than land. We can't make an old satellite splash down where we want it, but we can send living, breathing men to the moon and land them not only THERE, but HERE, and all with the technology from the 1960s and 70s? We didn't even have cell phones then, or microwave ovens, or CGI, and the only iPod a kid had was called a transistor radio. I call shenanigans! I don't think those moon landings were possible. How come nobody else has done it, huh? Those techy Japanese would be living up there by now if it was possible.

I seem to have gotten horribly derailed. I'm off to whip up a Super Bowl menu.