The Weekend

Sure, it was a couple days ago, but I posted something yesterday and figured I'd take a good part of yesterday putting this together for what went on over the weekend because the weekend was very eventful for us. We had one major event, and that was the birthday party for Rock Girl. We were going for a renaissance theme, and who knew how much work that was going to take for the elements we put together for it?

I spent two evenings last week tracing a full sized knight in pencil as it was projected onto paper on the wall. It turned out cool, but it was very time consuming. The night before I ended up drawing out a family crest as well as cutting triangles for a banner. This latter bit was going on as I was loading music onto the MP3 player we got her.

Oh, but that was another drama entirely. You see, I'd gone through my iPod and painstaking labeled every single song, and I thought when I exported the songs from my player, they would retain the tags. Argh.... That transfer stripped every piece of information except the title, which only stayed because it was the file name. I was starting from scratch on some 2 or 3 hundred songs. Yeah, that didn't help during the chaos which was that night before. If I'd had a clue that would happen, I'd've started a lot sooner.

Oh, well, the day went perfectly. Everyone showed up on time, and it flowed just right. We've become quite the masters at conducting these parties, and it really showed on Rock Girl's (about as much as it showed we were inexperienced as my movie party). She was very excited about her player along with some sweet accessories for it and some webkinz and a build a bear and a Wii game. There may well be more, but I don't remember everything.

The Queen made a cake in the shape of a dragon with a carrot cake body (Rock Girl's request of cake flavor) and rice crispie treats for the head and tail. It looked and tasted excellent.

That evening, while the Queen helped her load her Webkinz online, Sassy Pants was worn out and put to bed early. This allowed me to take The Socialite all by herself to Blockbuster to swap out movies. As you might imagine, this alone time with Daddy is extremely rare, so she was very excited about it, and just ate up every moment. The Queen said The Socialite was just happily bouncing through the house when we got back home, more so than her cheerful self. It was valuable and needed time for her, since Sassy Pants tends to monopolize my time as much as possible, and I spend time with Rock Girl when I work with her on her guitar. We walked around the store and talked about her movie choice; that's all she needed.

But while I was at the store, I ran into a former youth pastor from our church who played guitar there. He was a lot of fun to play with, and a lot better player than he gives himself credit for. I had actually tried to call him before the Star Wars marathon since he is a huge fan, and I even went with him to see Episode III at midnight of its release, but his numbers had changed. Got his digits again, so we'll have to chat in the near future since our whole families know each other, kids and all.

I rounded out my weekend with a few levels of Lego Indiana Jones (great game) and watched One Missed Call (plot = okay & overall = one missed opportunity) which I followed by some Spaceballs since One Missed Call was a bit freaky.

So next weekend, I'm looking forward to doing a little less than the previous weeks. Now that I have my weekends off, I'd like to take one off sometime. Sure, next week is Father's Day, but it's not much work to drive about...

The week after next, though... Rock Band for the Wii. Now listening to the soundtrack and preparing...

No Excuses

So clearly, there have been a few weeks where nothing has been posted. This is not to say that nothing has happened, for life itself is a drama unfolding at every passing moment. All you have to do is watch it go (or be trapped in the midst of it). So why haven't I posted anything? Have I been busy? Kinda, but really less than I have been since I left the WLR. I've had my weekends off, and have been enjoying the additional rest.

So what have I been doing with my self that I haven't been posting on here. Something else, I suppose. I've been so clear headed since the additional rest that I've been able to branch myself back out and look at all the sites I've been missing for the past year. I have my fingers in so many places that sometimes, it's just hard to keep up with everything. In fact, I finally dropped back over here because another site I frequent was down. What can I say? ADHD has a very short attention span sometimes.

So am I saying the future holds death for this blog? No. I want to keep this one going because I enjoy writing about everything that goes on, and it maintains a sort of record (albeit a slightly censored one) of everything in my life going back a few years to the present. I have enjoyed writing about the past and I really must continue it to bring it to the present day. So I vow to write something, no matter how short, just to keep this alive.

Does this count as a post for today? I dunno. Here's an amusing tag for it.

So Sassy Pants has been known as Poopy Pants for awhile now. Finally, after another screaming fit between us over this whole deal, I did some reading online. She is quite the drama queen, and I swear where Rock Girl would be the scientist/musician and The Socialite would be the artist/fashion designer/stunt performer, Sassy Pants is an actress. Drama is what she thrives on at the moment, and we figured (finally) that she noted that she could garner some high drama out of these poopy episodes.

Well, the web site I read said that kids do this for the drama factor, and that fit our little Sassy Pants just fine. As soon as we went stoic on her over the poop, she began proudly announcing it when it happened. I read this goes on for a little while until they get bored with it. As long as the drama goes on, she might have whimpered a bit, but she got attention and drama. Now, there's nothing but boredom. Hopefully, she get the message that it isn't fun (or dramatic) for anyone and do what she know how to do.

After all, I prefer my little Sassy Pants over Miss Poopy Pants.