This is the first time since the end of September since I have had my computer connected to the internet...sadly it took two weeks longer than it should have to have the floor in the kitchen laid down, and so I didn't have a date for the phone company to connect the line. I had this weird false belief that I would be able to do things on deviant, like commenting on new Deviations and replying to messages while staying at my in-laws, but their internet provider lacks many qualities which they complain about but never changes it. Well, I could go to Deviant Art, but I couldn't sign in for some unknown reason, and I know it had issues because every time I brought up the page, you could see problems in the way it loaded. It didn't make me suffer in only keeping me from seeing what was new, but the computer also refused to let me check one of my email accounts.

I am tired and worn out, did a lot of cleaning and stuff...a lot of unpacking, and it doesn't help when the previous resident seemed indifferent whether she left the house clean or dirty. We now own a broken swingset left in the backyard, although my hubby says that he can fix it up. As I am tired and spent my last energies on playing WarCraft III, I will comment and reply to the multitude of Deviantions and messages.

On the interesting side of things, this morning when I got up...I made a discovery that is under the category of "welcome to parenthood"
*On the kitchen table, a small plate with three waffles stacked on it
*Next to that is a now half-empty bottle of syrup
*And part of a stick of butter sitting in what didn't stay on the plate

A very sticky mess to have to clean up, and then I saw the now thawed package of three more waffles sitting by the toaster...and by the way, it looked as if the butter and syrup were applied to the bottom waffle which had a single bite taken out of it. The other two waffles were untouched other than being apart of the mess.

This was done by the same child that found daddy's arcylic paint set last week and hid under my solid wood computer desk and painted the nestbox for breeding parakeets. Fortunately, I found him in the process. At that point, he had painted the perch with great care, Bright Blue, and was a bit more sloppy with the Bright Orange as he attempted to paint the front of the nestbox. The clothes he was wearing were nice enough for a young boy to wear to church before he got into paint...fortunately, the orange was still very wet on the carpet and I was able to clean it all up, unfortunately, it sticks all too well to my computer desk...I suppose I could try to sand it off or something.

Anyway, I got to go now...a little girl is polluting to air with the stench of her diaper.