Friends, Moon Sand and Soda

Yesterday my best friend came over to play with her son. I haven't them since October because either she's sick, I'm sick, the kids are sick or we're both flat broke. We took the little ones to the playground and for the first time ever they actually played together instead of beside each other. They played on the jungle gyms, went down the slides, clapped and yelled and ran all over the place like maniacs, and thoroughly loved it. It wore them out and made us very happy. We got some good exercise chasing them, that's for sure!

We ended up getting Chinese food for lunch and making the kids veggies and chicken nuggets, but they were too excited to actually eat. Every time my friend would ask her son a question, Bonnie would answer instead before he could even open his mouth! We ended up joking that if they ended up married someday that he'd never get a word in edgewise.

I firmly believe in arranged marriages these days, by the way. With all the weirdos the people end up getting involved with it seems just a little bit safer. Especially since I don't want my beautiful daughter ending up with someone who treats her like dirt, or is irresponsible. I suppose I would want her to end up with someone a lot like my Dad. My Dad is what I term as a "real Man". He treats my Mom well, loves God, always worked (and still does) hard, serves his church and his family, gives without taking, and is loving and kind. He also has a great sense of compassion, sense of humor, and is able to maintain a balance between firm and fair without compromising his Christian values.

Yep arranged marriage can be a good thing.

Moon Sand! Yesterday Bonnie got moon sand as a gift from our friend. This stuff is awesome. If you've never played with moon sand, you really should go get yourself some. It's squishy and soft, and mold into neat shapes easily. The best part? My toddler played with it for over an hour this morning while I cleaned my kitchen. We ended up with pink and yellow for the colors and some neat farm animals and a rake, a barn and a haystack. She was so quiet, that I had to check on her at least a billion times to make sure she was alright, and each time I did, she would wave her hands in the air and say joyfully "Moo sans mommy! Soft!" So to my dear friend who brought us this wonderful new stuff, thank you!

Soda is evil. Even if it's diet, it's still evil. It's bubbly goodness comes in hundreds of flavors and colors. Orange being a particular favorite of mine. This morning I sat on the sofa with my nice glass of orange soda to read a book. I had been looking forward to it and was juuuuuust relaxing into the couch, when BAM! The cat attacked. I jumped a mile, the cat ran back over my lap, and the soda (and glass) flew into the air. It rained little drops and a few big splashes all over me, the couch, the cat, the floor, and Bonnie's Dora sofa. The end result? I cleaned for an hour and a half. There's still soda stains on Bonnie's little Dora couch, and my couch is wet. VERY wet. I'm not happy with the cat either. The cat who I chased for 20 minutes so that I could wipe her off, only to find my hands looking like the were ravaged by a scalpel.

Damn cat.