Stick it to me

You guys are always asking questions, you know that?

And I loves it, so I'll answer three more.

First, Debbie at Suburb Sanity wants to know why she's late to everything. Uh....

Well, Deb, I don't know how to break this to you but: you have kids. It's a universal truth that each child you have means that you should automatically deduct five minutes from any scheduled on-time arrival. By my calculations, that means you're probably twenty minutes late on average to everything. Take heart, though. Now that two of them are off to college, you may see that average dip back down toward ten minutes.

Susan and I go way back to college but we reconnected on Facebook and then through blogging. She says she remembers that in college, I was really smart and really nice (the smart part is true) but she doesn't remember me wanting to be a writer and she wonders if that was always the plan.

In a word, kind of. My main dream was to be a teacher, which I was. Yes, I was that nerdy that I wanted to grow up to be an English teacher. I told close friends that I wanted to write a book someday but it wasn't something I was actively trying to do. But then, sevvvverrrrralllll years later, I met Prince Charming and Someday happened. I had the time to write and I did and then I got published.

Lastly, several of you wondered after Monday's post if we're moving.

Uh huh. But not until the summer. Right now we're scouting. We've metaphorically been all over the map. We considered Austin, Texas for a while, then took a long hard look at Northern California and as much as we'd rather not go with our third choice, the signs seems to be pointing to south Orange County. I'll do a post on it in more detail, but no, gentle readers (and DeNae). No one missed an announcement.

We're just about to be five people living in a cute two bedroom beachside condo and at some point, it's time to consider a living situation that does not consign one of our children to living in the closet. And yes, one of them currently does. Even though it's roomy. We need to move before he figures it out and starts holding it against us.

I hope you all enjoy your morning. I'll be spending mine doing an oh, so entertaining three hour fasting glucose blood test which I'll probably pass because this is third kid in a row that's put me through this. However, I have a minivan with a DVD player and electric outlets and a plan to use them. Between my three (four?) separate needle sticks at one hour intervals, instead of sitting in the lab waiting room watch the parade of human misery file through for their own blood tests, I'll hang out in the van watching Veronica Mars season two on DVD, writing, and reading. Suh-weet. Don't cry for me, Argentina!