Sequestered in the Nerdery...

Hello all, just wanted to check in. I have a head full of stuff to write about, just no time to do it. I was off work for a few weeks, but I just got some really important nerd work to do. Really important as in feeding the hungry--no. Promoting world peace--maybe. Defending our nation--possibly. Really important to the work my peeps are doing on their respective projects--definitely. And they pay me, so this is where I cave to the man and retreat to my nerdery to do CAD, and FEM, and stuff like that.

Some snippets to get you through--

His Highness locked himself in my car with a box of mini PB cups. While we were trying to get him to hit the UNlock button he was having the time of his life getting all jacked up on chocolate & peanut butter. My keys were on a carabiner attached to the diaper bag...in my car. I LOVE carabiners these days...they might be close to achieving Emotional-Tap-Light status for me...but I really need to remember to keep my keys in my pocket when dealing with His Highness and cars. Maybe a carabiner on my belt loop or something...

...While on vacation it was left to me to explain a rather explicit and sexual term to my mom. The Cat Daddy thinks I should blog about it. I'll leave it at this: we were in a restaurant with Dad & Grandma (and His Highness, but he's not embarrassed by his parents' crassness), and the term is also the name of a chick-band that sings a song called "To the Nth Degree." Go Google & knock yourselves out. The Cat Daddy better watch the kind of spots he puts me in, that's all I'm saying...

...My first thought was to not blog about the above anecdote because I like to keep the place family-friendly. But sometimes I wonder if I'm using that excuse because I'm more afraid of what my readers might think if they find out how crass I can truly be. Not that I want this to become a potty-blog, but am I trying too hard to present a certain image at the expense of being my true self? Maybe. It's something I'm mulling over lately. I've always wanted to be edgy, but I don't want to hurt people. I don't want to offend everyone, but the not-hurting is the more important thing to me. There are some people that maybe I need to offend, because at least then they'll know me better. I also like to think it takes creativity to convey the crassness of things without actually being crass, but maybe I'm just way overthinking it. And overestimating my creativity. We'll see...

...I went on a new spouses' tour of the base here. It didn't suck. And they fed us...

...I bought a huge Valentine's balloon for His Highness. I bought it yesterday though, so it was marked down to 99 cents from, like, 10 bucks. Rock ON. I also bought a second vacuum yesterday. It's more or less a Dustbuster with a stick & handle on it. Lightweight. Cordless. Good for doing stairs. Perfect for letting His Highness "vonnie dwive" to his heart's content. Between the balloon & the vacuum, you'd've thought it was Christmas at our house yesterday...

...Miranda lives in AZ but is spending a semester studying in England, living in a castle, and seeing all sorts of cool stuff. She's an artsy, creative, drama-type, so her stuff is really fun to read. Go check her out while you're waiting for me to regale you with tales of my own fascinating life. In Cheyenne...

...I'm not, like, leaving or anything. Just not sure when I'll have time again to post as often as I'd like (every few days as opposed to every week or so). Maybe never. Or maybe now that I've said "I have no time," I'll suddenly have a ton of time to blog, and I'll become this super-efficient writer that only needs one draft and doesn't need to edit-post-edit-post-edit-post ad nauseum. Shyah...

Countdown: 8 weeks (or so) to Baby #2. We finally have a boy-name that might be "it," but I'm afraid to make it official for some unknown reason. Stupid indecision...