Guest Asker: woman

Good news: my appetite is improving
Bad news: I overtoasted my bagel and now it has burnt bits : [
Good news: I'm eating a bagel!

Other news: my birthday was last Monday. It was pretty aweful for a birthday, but at least there wasn't a hurricane.

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Dinner Revelations

I had three consecutive weeks that contained one evening of Meet the Teacher Nights. This year the middle child decided he would not accompany me so that the teachers would feel free to discuss him. This made me laugh, as I was sure that I was not bound to hear anything different that I would have with his presence.

One evening, before leaving, I turned to our daughter and said, "I will clean your dishes for you if you will clean up your room and all the toys in the front room from earlier today."

She protested.

"Mom, I am getting older. Getting older means that I am growing up and becoming a woman. And being a woman means DISHES."

I might have laughed at this, if that ton of bricks was not sitting on my chest preventing me from breathing.

Years ago, my oldest made this notation when I picked him up from school.

"You know, teenage girls look just like women. Except women have bigger dupas and hair on their face."

I am still crawling out from under that ton of bricks. Ouch.

So the big question is:

How would you have finished the sentence "And being a woman means....?"

Just so I am clear on this with everyone, I would not have defined womanhood as dishes! And also, so we are very clear,if Dr. Fandango responds no more after this question, you can assume he was badly injured.

Guest Asker: Anne

We continue with Guest Asker Anne

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This weekend my children all praised me for how I handle my anger and frustration.

I was ironing clothes for the upcoming week. The iron popped and that was it. Another iron dead and useless. The third in about seven months.

I walked out into the front room and asked Nick to put on some goggles and work shoes. He responded fairly quickly to this request.

I gave him the defunct iron and asked him to smash it into unrecognizable pieces for me.

Suddenly there was a flurry of interest in what Nick was doing. Jacob and his friend decided they would love to help. Jacob insisted that what they needed were firecrackers. AND I DID NOT PROTEST.

They were unable to explode the darned thing, but did take turns with a sledge hammer beating the thing into the ground. Nick thanked me for giving him that task.

We all piled in the truck and went to the dollar store for a new iron. I will listen to no commentary on purchasing an iron from the dollar.

Once we got home, I pulled out the new iron and, out of habit, started to file the instruction manual. Two steps into that process, I stopped.

"I will NOT save another manual for a stupid iron. I hate the stupid manual. You know what, I want this to burn. Let's go burn some instructions!"

I had four kids flying out the door extolling me.

Well, I can't be the only anger person out here. So.....

What was the last thing that you wanted to smash to pieces?

I return! briefly

Dear QotD?ers,

It's me! I'm back for a quick question and update and then we'll get back to the guests.

It's about time for me to tell you what my big project is. There's still no visible progress, but I've been working very hard on it.

I am pregnant!

This is our first public announcement (because I love you best. facebook can wait a few more days), so don't be upset that you haven't heard about it yet. Here are some of the details:
-we are very excited
-at the end of my first trimester
-due date will be sometime mid-March
-we do not plan on learning the gender
-I am still dealing with nausea. This is the biggest problem and I why I have been so reclusive lately. I put all my energy into drinking, eating and resting - and going to work because I have to. I'm on some anti-nausea medication, which has been helping. At this point I do not require further advice on managing nausea. I've heard it all and it hasn't helped me. I am a sad sad pregnant lady. Please put me in your prayers and/or happy thoughts.

If you want further details, e-mail or call me. I'll try to keep from sharing too much information on this blog, unless it's really fun and exciting information.

Today's Question of the Day? is:

What's the best food to get at the fair?

Love,
The Pregnant Asker

Guest Asker: Dr. Fandango

He returns!

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Dear Answerers,

Yesterday I was sitting in on an Aerospace engineering class. The teacher thought the functions of an air planes "six pack" to the students. This is a control panel of six different meters of which include a Vertical speed indicator, blah, blah, blah, and an attitude indicator. The name of which I found to be quite hilarious. Half an hour later the young engineers started bickering about who was right about which plane function did what. After a few moments of this ruckus the teacher asked for the class to "Please shut up and sit down". It was at that time that I ever so kindly suggested that maybe they should all check their attitude indicators.

So the question I have for you is, How many times have you crashed a plane(real or imaginary)?

Sincerely,
Dr. Fandango, Asker of Questions