I am more amused by this than I should be

Mr. Goldragon is going to help friends of ours install Windows.  Like, actual windows.  In a house.  I find it incredibly amusing that we live in a time and place that when someone calls us up to ask if we can help them install windows, our minds automatically go to, “I hope it’s XP as 7 is unfamiliar to me.”  (or even “Why the fuck do you need help installing Windows?? Are you simple?”)

While I’d like to say that this event opened the floodgates for the deluge of windows vs Windows jokes in our house, we are currently unable to brain enough for that level of funny.  It did in my mind, and that’s all that matters.

I want so much for this little guy to show up on the scene

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Kids Are Nothing If Not Subtle

The Girl gave me a swat today.

She had asked for chicken noodle soup, so I started making it for her.

“No!” she turned on me without warning, “don’t *make* it!  I want Noodle soup!!!” She is 3, and this is what 3 has been like for us for the most part. Don’t try to make sense of it. There is no sense. Only opposition. I’m a reasonable person, so of course I tried to reason with her.

“You asked for Chicken Noodle soup, so I am making it for you,” I said, in calm tones.

“No! No! No!” she yelled, and that’s when she swatted me.  Automatic timeout, of course.  She bawled, as she normally does.  I came to her when the timeout was over to have our discussion about what happened, why she got a time out, and what she can do to avoid getting one in the future.

“Just leave me alone, Mummy,” she said after a bit of this,”so I can wipe my eyes.”  Fair enough, I thought.  So I left her to collect herself.  A short time later, she came to me, bringing her keyboard with her.

“I want to sing you a song, Mummy,” she said, smiling. “It’s called, ‘I Don’t Like It When Mummy’s Angry.'”

“Alright,” I said, eyebrow raised, but still amused.

“A one, a two, a one, two, three, four!” She sang, “I don’t like it when Mummy’s angry.  I only like it when she’s happy.”  I’ll leave you to interpret what this song is supposed to mean.

Finding The Time

There are many unique challenges to being a Mom who is also a Nerd. Not the least of which is finding the time in which to be nerdy. My children take up MOST of my waking (and sleeping) hours. Next up is Mr. Goldragon, my husband, because ours is the load bearing relationship in our family and must be preserved or our family as a whole will crumble. It doesn’t leave much time (or brain-power) for nerding. Then I have to ask myself, if a nerd has no time in which to nerd, is she still a nerd?  (Nerd is state of mind, so the answer has to be ‘Yes!’)

One of the benefits of having your free time become limited in a way that it’s never been before, is that you quickly find out what your priorities are. You measure each new consumable on the basis of “this had better be worth my time.” I only have time for things that truly excite me.  Enter the new George R. R. Martin book A Dance with Dragons.

All of the previous books in this series I read marathon style. All day, for two or three days, taking breaks for eating (maybe) and sleeping (sometimes) I would read through those incredibly heavy tomes. I’d come out the other side weak, sensitive to light, but totally sated (temporarily) in my hunger for this delicious epic. When A Feast For Crows came out I re-read the previous 3 books to refresh myself on the story.  Obviously, this was the time before I had kids. (I’m not even going to touch on the fact that I was able to form and birth not one, but two human beings in the time that it took Mr. Martin to write one book, because I trust that the time was necessary to create a fitting continuation to an already intricately woven plot. Just sayin’.)

I just received my copy of the aforementioned novel, (the cover is a thing of beauty, for realz) yesterday. I didn’t bother going back to re-read the previous 4 books this time around (I’m only a little bit lost, but my memory is slowly coming back as I read).  I managed to read the prologue and the first chapter, and the last two paragraphs of the latter were read as Mr. G very kindly sat with the Baby. This is going to take a while, and it had better be worth it, George.

The First Post, Is The First Post

I’ve been holding back on starting this blog, because first posts are difficult and kinda dumb.  So if you are looking for my first post ever, this is it.  A real post is coming soon, I promise!