Gecko Bloggle

After the movie and stuff last night we had a snack and suddenly the world seemed a much nicer place to be.

Slept in a little this morning, got up and made pancakes for the kids (spent almost ten minutes trying to figure out where the waffle iron went, as I forgot it died about two months ago).  The kids were wiggy and kinda cabin-fevery, I think.  Went driving, wandered around a WalMart for twenty painful minutes (I think it actually does psychic damage to be around that many people – staff and customer alike – who are so unhappy with what they’re doing at the moment).

Maybe that’s just me.  Class clash.  Grossness used to hit me when I went into a thrift shop, too.  It hurts.  I feel like I’ll never get out, or something.  Grew up without much money, so maybe I’ve got issues there, just maybay…  leetle beet.

Got home from the drive.  We had pre-emptively bailed on going for a hike as the sun would be going down earlier, and the kids were just being too whacky, and we hadn’t packed any food, and little tummies don’t know about the whole clock being set back thing.

While Arwen made this super yummy butter-chicken thing (I’m pretty sure this is why humans keep breeding chickens – they’re hoping the butter sauce will somehow become part OF the chicken), I transferred some of my stuff from my old bike to my new one.  We’re trying to come up with a name for this thing, as it seems like it’s enough of a piece of art that it deserves a name.  Arwen’s suggesting “Thrace” as in Cara (Starbuck from BattleStar Galactica).  I’m not sold on it, but that’s pretty darned good.

Suggestions?

What d'ya hear?

So I’m riding in tomorrow.  Gonna be rough, ’cause it’s been over a month since I’ve made the trip, and there’s no shower at the new second temporary space.  Can’t wait until we’re moved into the “real” space, and there’s bike storage and everything.  Hopefully, I’ll be so happy about new wheels under me, I won’t notice that I’m wheezing on my way to/from work tomorrow.

Wish me luck for tomorrow.

Oh, and here’s my 7day moustache for Movember.  I’ll get the link up tomorrow for all y’all to pitch in some bucks for research for “Men’s Cancers,” or we’ll start selling M&Ms with little ‘staches, and nobody wants that.

Would you trust this man to run your... anything?