I am curious. Any readers here who are deeply troubled by what's going on in Washington DC? I know I am. So much that it interferes with my sleep some nights. We thought the hijacking of airplanes was horrific in 2001. But that was nothing, compared with the hijacking of a country. And yes, that's what it feels like they're trying to do. The bill that they're trying to shove through Congress (and denying the details of the plan - umm, it's all there in black and white) is not just about health insurance and health care. It is about government control and power. It infuriates and sickens me. We have a town hall coming up in our neck of the woods and plan to attend.

If this is getting to you, how are you coping? Does anything work for you? I could sure use some helpful coping strategies. Because so far praying and fretting aren't cutting it for me.

(But I will say that it helps to know you're not alone -- blogs like this one are a great source of humor and comfort! )

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Like everyone else, I'm busy finding ways to cut back on expenses in this economy. Yard-saling, and doing Craigslist as usual. Making my own laundry detergent and cleaners.  Checking out some different stores known for bargain prices, etc.

Some of the stuff I'm doing would likely make good blog fodder. Anything in particular appeal to you in this arena?

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I send my little boy off to kindergarten in about one month. He is ready. I am ready. I think it will be good. I've been thinking of all the experiences he's had so far in his life. In many ways, he's so far ahead of where I was when I started kindergarten.  With library programs, museum outings, classes, camps, preschool...  I know he can separate from me, and I am glad about that. I don't think I had ever been away from my mother when I started kindergarten - what a shocker! And I certainly didn't have all the social experiences he's had so far. I feel like I've done my job well so far, and I plan to be very involved in his formal education.

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In other news, my Mafia Wars addiction has waned. Somehow my mafia got huuuuuuuge, with no effort on my part. Then it got kinda boring.

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What's new in your neck of the woods?

It was the last preschool field trip of the year, and I wasn't about to miss it. A trip to the farm. In spring. Mamas and babies. All of us Moms and our babes.

My little guy was disappointed that I came, since he wanted to ride with one of the other kids. I'm relieved -- he's ready to let go. Ready for Kindergarten.

So we hitch a ride with another Mom and her son, and I'm ignored once we arrive at the farm.

Until Nature calls.

"Mom! I have to go to the bathroom!"

We made a mad dash from the milking barn to the restrooms, where we found a composting toilet. A big wide cavernous tunnel beneath a toilet seat. Kind of scary for a little person. He refused to go. I insisted. I held his shoulders to reassure him that he wouldn't fall in. Mission accomplished.

And then it was my turn, as long as we were there.

My son breathed a sigh of relief when I took my turn.

"Well, at least you won't fall in... since your bottom is so big."

I might have been insulted if I weren't laughing so hard!

We interrupt this comatose blog to bring you a picture!

A couple weeks ago my family and I had the pleasure of meeting the Iowa Geek family as they passed through western NY on their trip from Boston to Iowa. We even arranged to have a wild animal greet them in the parking lot of the restaurant! He was pretty tame, so we let the kids get right up close and feed him. Oddly, he did not partake.

I've read Jody and Doug for over 4 years, so I felt like I already knew them when we met.  We enjoyed a tasty meal and good conversation. 

That's a very cool part of blogging, I must say... the people you meet. Facebook is fun with the people you already know. But it's cool to be connected further via blogs!

Obviously, I'm a blogging flunkie. When months, rather than days or weeks go by between posts, you must be a blogging flunkie. And yet, I don't want to close up shop and let my domain go.

The thing is, I'm not in a blogging frame of mind lately. There's a lot going on in my state and our country that's making me mad, so there's plenty to write about. But I don't particularly want to be an angry blogger. I've always written about my little boy and miscellaneous nonsense here. If I start blogging about what's pissing me off, I doubt it will have much appeal to those who've read here for years. So for now, my little space is sitting here quietly, while I think about what to do.

In the meantime, I'm starting to think about sending my almost 5-year-old to kindergarten in the fall. We're having fun together, and I'm making a point of not wishing this time away... Soon enough, he won't want anything to do with me!

What's new with you?

Maybe I live under a rock... or at least I don't go to the mall very often...

Am I the only one who didn't know Busy Mom lives at the mall??

Speaking of Santas... if you need a laugh, you must visit Lindsay. Baaaaad Santas.

Her captions are priceless!

I'm following Jennifer's lead here -- I really enjoy her blog. Since I haven't posted in months, this is a nice way to get my feet wet again...

1. I made the worst ever potato-leek soup yesterday. It looks like applesauce and has zero flavor. If I had no teeth or tastebuds, I bet I'd think it was great.

2. Winter hasn't officially begun, but we've already had pneumonia and a stomach bug sweep through our house. Maybe we'll be healthy for a while now?

3. I'm eBaying like a mad woman. Mainly kitchen stuff that I bought cheap before my son was born. Anyone need knives? A lovely sauce pan? Christmas dishes?

4. I have a bunch of furry red toys to sell, too. But it doesn't look like they're catching on! So I'll probably be returning them to the store... Oh well, there go my plans to profit from Elmo mania.

5.No response back from mall management on my bearded Santa plea. Sounds like discrimination against authentically bearded Santas, if you ask me!

6. After years of sitting around collecting dust, the stuffed animals in our house have taken center stage. Our 4.5-year-old brings them with us everywhere. He talks to and about them constantly. They are his playmates. We even throw birthday parties for them. In fact, Ice Cap, the polar bear, has celebrated more birthdays in the past few months than my son has celebrated in his life!

7. Taking things a step further, after a recent reading of Duck for President, the stuffed animals in our house staged an election for their very own president. There were ballot boxes and podiums, and secret ballots were cast. I was under the impression that Puppy and Fluffy (a turtle) were the candidates, so I cast my vote for Puppy, figuring he'd take office with plenty of energy and enthusiasm. I thought he'd be less likely than Fluffy to drag his heels on the important decisions he'd be making. Imagine my surprise when my son announced the next morning that the winner was not Puppy OR Fluffy! The winner was George Bush.

Then, my little artist decided to take on the task of creating the all-important presidential plate. We saw one on tv a few weeks ago, and there was talk among the adults about how tacky it was. (Apparently the little person here thought it was pretty cool.) But then, I'm not into the whole collectible plate thing. Or at least I wasn't before I saw my son's creation. He needed a picture of Bush to use as his guide, along with a clean canvas, of course. I think this particular presidential plate is a keeper. (Click below to see the finished product)

Along with all things Herbie, another interest in our house is The Wiggles. Hard to believe I didn't know who they were, not too long ago.

Anyway.

Ever since Melody posted a picture of Wiggles World (a year ago? or more?), my little guy has been overwhelmed with a desire to visit the land of the Big Red Car. Nevermind that it's clear across the planet, Down Under. I have explained repeatedly that we'd need to buy very expensive plane tickets and go on a very, very long airplane ride to get there. And no, we won't be going to Wiggles World.

He's come up with a new angle though.

"Mom, can you find the Wiggles phone number so I can call them?"

I can check on that. What do you want to say to them on the phone?

"I want to talk to Jeff!"

Oh. What would you say to Jeff?

"That's between me and Jeff."

Well then.