The post of no posts

Post 1: involves some possible changes to the scope of my job (except, not really, because it's more like the actual job stays exactly the same but how people interact with me will change somewhat.) Except it's not a done deal, and if the outcome of some related job changes don't pan out the way we all envision, we're going right back to the way things are on paper. So, no post. Post 2: involves how we can stop Hoss from being so Jekyll and Hyde. Except we have no idea yet, and are in pretty much the same holding pattern we have been in for a couple months. so, no post. Post 3: relates to a scathing email I got from someone. Except it's related to an activity that at least one of my readers is familiar with, so it would be out of line for me to talk about the email and my reaction to it. So, no post. so, um, Happy Friday, y'all. Maybe I'll have something that I can talk about by the end of the day.


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    Hubby- aka DH My husband since 1995. He is the head of the band department at a college prep school, and dabbles as a wanna-be pop star.

    The Princess- aka DD. Third grader at the local parochial school. Loves butterlies, sparkly things, the color purple and has recently developed a crush on one of the twins from "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody". Is ready for her teenage years, having already perfected her exasperated sigh and dramatic eye-roll.

    Hoss- aka DS1. Kindergartener and resident spirited child. His aunt likes to call him "the evil genius" because of his penchant for letting a lack of intellectual stimulation lead him into mischief. Likes trucks, sports, building things and burping. His current favorite word is "underwear."

    Lil Joe- aka DS2. Born in 2003. Doesn't say much we can understand, but has mastered the important stuff ("eat!", "Wash hands!", "Want chocolate ones!", "Hockey game!") Likes to push buttons, much to the consternation of whoever is trying to watch a DVD. Firmly refuses to use the potty, despite evidence that he is physically ready to be out of diapers, indicating a level of stubborn that eclipses even that of his parents and siblings.

    Me? I'm the Mama. That's all you need to know.

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