Yeah, I know.

With the advent of Facebook, I haven't been keeping up with my blog. Then again, the only people who ever followed my blog are people who see my status updates every day, anyway.

But let's see. What's happening?

Amelia is a Junior. She's 17, but we haven't managed to get her her drivers license yet. She has a permit, but her behind-the-wheel time thus far does not give me confidence in turning her loose. She continues to participate in drama; she's about to play Aunt Polly in "Tom Sawyer" in our community childrens' theatre.

Jamison is in 2nd grade, and is at the top of his class. He's been playing basketball; he does alright, but I'm not sure it's going to become a lifelong passion. He's also in "Tom Sawyer", playing the part of Ben Rogers. Jamison is a Wolf Cub Scout, and has a lot of fun with the other guys, earning his advancements.

I still work as the office manager at a heating and air-conditioning shop. I'm thankful to have it! I find myself in the position of Cubmaster of Jamison's Pack, but it's a lot of fun. Between running the kids around, work, Cub Scouts, and keeping the house from caving in, that's about all I have time for.

But we're blessed, and life chugs along.

Ahhh, the Rites of Spring!

Is there a kid in the whole country who hasn't made a birdfeeder by smearing peanut butter on a pinecone, rolling it in birdseed, and hanging in from a tree branch? I had done this many a time with the GirlBear; this year it actually counts as an Elective for the Tiger Cub. Can I get a W00T?

And speaking of W00Ts, can we have a round of applause for the boy's FIRST FISH?!? Yes, indeed. The catfish in Flat Creek were biting that day!

It was a good Spring Break.

I feel bad for the kids...at least for my son.


This is about how often they can see their dad.


My daughter doesn't want to, anyway, which is sad in itself, but my son should be able to hang out with his dad more.

But because certain members of his household won't work, he has taken a 3rd job (funny how he would never do that for me...all I ever heard was that III needed to work more, MORE!) to make ends meet.

So he only has 1 weekend a month on which he can see the kids.

Although...I posed the question of whether they couldn't just GO there and hang out at his house, and at least see him for the parts of the weekend that he WASN'T working. Makes sense, right?

Hmmmn...that idea was roundly rejected. I wonder by whom? And if we're talking about someone who refuses to HAVE my kids around unless their dad is hands-on the whole entire time...do I even WANT them around such a person?

No. No, not really. And it's too bad. But...we all make our choices, I guess.

Facebook Atrophy

In the past months, I've been so immersed in playing on facebook, that I've neglected to post here. Sometimes I feel like it's redundant; everyone who gives a rip about what I say or think reads my stuff on facebook.

But then I realized that, for example, my dad is not on facebook, nor is he likely to ever be. But since I moved his grandchildren 2,000 miles away, I did promise him that I would post pictures and updates here, so that he could keep up with the goings on.

Sorry, Pop. It's been a 90-day blog desert. So what's happened since November? Well, let's see...

We passed our 1-year mark here in our new home. Putting Christmas up. Taking Christmas down. Amelia was in a play at the community theater, and she got her Learner's Permit. Jamison's Cub Scout Den sort of fell apart, and I sort of feel it was sort of my fault.

It snowed. Once. And then was gone. I did not receive a Valentine, but neither did I expect to. (Although...wouldn't the *sweetest* Valentines be those which you receive unexpectedly?)

The kids' dad is now down to one weekend a month because he's working a part-time job in addition to his regular job in addition to the Air Force Reserve. Because his wife won't work. That's all I'll say about that. His life, not mine. Except it's not just his life; it affects his kids, too.

I don't have a way home from work, tonight. My car-pooling-to-the-Alabama-relatives friends are borrowing my car to get them there, since theirs is in the shop. This was just decided an hour ago, but now I don't know how I'll get home.

However, I'd rather figure out how to get a mile-and-a-half from here, than have to drive 200 miles round trip between 7 and 11 tonight. (If we carpool, the other family and their AL folks can be at the halfway point MUCH earlier than the ex-h and I can--they deliver my son to him around supper time, instead of at 10:00 at night. This also means that I don't have to drive home from Alabama alone at night on unlit roads. Yes. Yes, you may borrow my car. I'll figure something out about getting home.)

Oh. And cats. We got cats. Used cats. My friend kept pissing and moaning about not wanting HIS cats, and my daughter kept whining and wheedling to GET a cat. My friend said, "You can have mine." So we took them. They live in her room. They seem to be happy. As happy as cats can seem, I guess.

I suppose that I should attempt to get some actual work done. Except that that would entail filing, and I hate filing. *sigh* But I really should try to earn my keep.

I hope that's enough of an update for now...