I'm going Rogue today. I'm doing an RTT on a Wednesday! That's how I roll.
*I was really busy yesterday, and got almost nothing accomplished. I hate those kinds of days.
*My house is a complete disaster. Something should be done about it. That means I'll probably have to do it. Crap.
*Indy's party is this weekend and I just don't have the energy. Of course that means I'll be running around like mad on Friday night trying to get it all together. Actually, I put the Swag bags (aka goodie bags, but I prefer to call them something a little more high class) together last night, so that's done. Now, I just have to plan the menu, think how I want to decorate and plan some activities. No problem.
*The super awesome Hoosier Mom (who has once again been slacking on her blogging) is making the cake for me though, so that's one thing I don't have to worry about. Yay! I love you Hoosier Mom!!!!
*Indy and I start school in a week and a half. Surprisingly, we're both ready. Sure, it's fun to have time off, but really, we're both kind of bored. School gives us stuff to do, and since it's fun, we don't dread it. Yay for learning! And fun!
*When we were in Stuttgart last week, we were behind this car:
*Indy is really into Star Wars right now. He says Indiana Jones is still better, but SW is pretty cool (plus, the same "guy" plays Han Solo, so it's like Indiana Jones is in it). While we were in the car the other day, we were discussing our favorite SW movie (mine is Return of the Jedi, FYI).
Me: I like Empire Strikes Back, but it doesn't have enough Han Solo.
Mr. HH: Well, he is a sidekick, so it makes sense that he's not in it that much.
Me: Han Solo isn't a sidekick! He's a main character.
Mr. HH: No, he's not. He's a sidekick.
Me: Chewbaca is a sidekick.
Mr. HH: He's Han Solo's sidekick.
Me: See! Han Solo isn't a a sidekick because he has one.
Mr. HH: No, Chewbaca is the sidekick to the sidekick.
Me: That's ridiculous. You can't have a sidekick to a sidekick! Han Solo is a main character.
Mr. HH: No, he's not.
Me: He gets the girl! The side kick never gets the girl! Ha! WIN!
Mr. HH: (sigh) I guess.
Me: I need a hobby.
Indy: I'm your hobby!
Me: Oh, no, you're not!
Indy: Can I be your sidekick? I don't want a girl. I can be a sidekick.
*After much, much deliberation, I have decided to give Mr. HH a new blog name. He really hates being called Mr. HH (somehow it's unmanly). Indy of course has suggested things like Grumpy and Sleepy (he's a big Disney fan), but while they may be appropriate for certain times (believe me, he CAN be grumpy and he does like to sleep), they just don't fit for every day use. I finally stumbled upon the perfect name. Yes, I'm drawing this out. I've put a lot of thought into this, give me my due. As you know, Mr. HH is in the Army. He does....something. I have a vague idea, but it's all top secret, so we don't talk about it. I'm not even allowed in the building where he works without surrendering my ID card, my cell phone and/or any other electronic device I may have on me, and being escorted wherever I go. Since he does all this cool secret military stuff that we're not allowed to talk about, and it has a certain aura of mystery about it, I have decided to christen Mr. HH, James Bond. That's right, James Bond. He now thinks he's super cool. Whatever. BTW, I'm talking the hot, slightly angry, just this side of right Daniel Craig, James Bond, not the iritable, less than attractive, Timothy Dalton, James Bond. I'm just sayin.
*And finally, because I'm in that sort of mood (and I appreciate good wit and sarcasm):
I hope you all have a great