good food program, tornado scare, happenings
Duh, just now got around to realizing that I haven't mentioned this yet. I've been participating in the http://www.sharecolorado.com Share program. It's rather similar to Heartland Share, except that you are not required to do volunteer hours - which now that I'm thinking about it, requiring rather defeats the idea of volunteering, doesn't it? - you can choose your packages and choice items, and they take food stamps. So, if you live in Colorado, New Mexico, Nebraska, Wyoming, South Dakota, Arizona, Kansas, Oklahoma, Missouri, or Texas, you might check it out.
The nummies have meal planners and suggested shopping lists, along with recipes if you want 'em. There's screwups every now and then, the occasional food package that gets box-knifed, and sometimes "I'm not eating that and you can't make me even if you ground me until I'm ninety and take away my videogames!" items, but I'm finding that it's a pretty good damn deal.
Of course, I'm still trying to figure out what to do with the mangos. Mangos, the boys and I have decided, are yucky. I've got 3 left... anyone know what to do with them to disguise the whole "ew, mangos!" issue?
On the freaky side, I was up last night busily working on getting all my stupid journals/dating pages/blog thingies (and I've just realized I missed at least one) updated and deliciously bookmarked. It was raining, the occasional flash of lightening, grumble of thunder. Allasudden, everything goes completely still. I had the kids out of bed and headed for Grandma's basement in under a minute. We stepped out the door into "oh shit" rain, and made it to her basement a whopping five minutes before the tornado sirens started blaring, which doubled my poor little kids' already freaked reaction to "Get up and get to Gramma's basement NOW!"
We did luck out, though. Power faded twice, went out once, the winds were killer, but the 'nado stayed away. First thing I did this morning after the youngest's IEP meeting was yank open the door to our storm cellar, remove copious quanties of spiderwebs, ensure it had only gotten damp and not filled with water (the last time we had 'nados, we were a good foot in water aboveground), and put some candles down there. It's much closer, just harder to get into. The outer door's frikkin' heavy, and the inner one doesn't shut all the way due to warpage. Be moving some little plastic chairs down for the kids to sit in, get me a bigger one, add some larger candles, and get rid of all those damned pickles later.
Jazz's IEP: He's hit most of the goals that were set up for the year. He's still gonna be having speech therapy, but they're gonna do it 3x instead of 2x a week, which should help loads with his enunciation. Yammers 300lightyears a second, but sticks his tongue out at all the wrong times, so he's horrible to understand at times.
Rave's home sick with the crap Jazz and I've been through.
And the Headstart teacher just showed up, so I better post this.
The nummies have meal planners and suggested shopping lists, along with recipes if you want 'em. There's screwups every now and then, the occasional food package that gets box-knifed, and sometimes "I'm not eating that and you can't make me even if you ground me until I'm ninety and take away my videogames!" items, but I'm finding that it's a pretty good damn deal.
Of course, I'm still trying to figure out what to do with the mangos. Mangos, the boys and I have decided, are yucky. I've got 3 left... anyone know what to do with them to disguise the whole "ew, mangos!" issue?
On the freaky side, I was up last night busily working on getting all my stupid journals/dating pages/blog thingies (and I've just realized I missed at least one) updated and deliciously bookmarked. It was raining, the occasional flash of lightening, grumble of thunder. Allasudden, everything goes completely still. I had the kids out of bed and headed for Grandma's basement in under a minute. We stepped out the door into "oh shit" rain, and made it to her basement a whopping five minutes before the tornado sirens started blaring, which doubled my poor little kids' already freaked reaction to "Get up and get to Gramma's basement NOW!"
We did luck out, though. Power faded twice, went out once, the winds were killer, but the 'nado stayed away. First thing I did this morning after the youngest's IEP meeting was yank open the door to our storm cellar, remove copious quanties of spiderwebs, ensure it had only gotten damp and not filled with water (the last time we had 'nados, we were a good foot in water aboveground), and put some candles down there. It's much closer, just harder to get into. The outer door's frikkin' heavy, and the inner one doesn't shut all the way due to warpage. Be moving some little plastic chairs down for the kids to sit in, get me a bigger one, add some larger candles, and get rid of all those damned pickles later.
Jazz's IEP: He's hit most of the goals that were set up for the year. He's still gonna be having speech therapy, but they're gonna do it 3x instead of 2x a week, which should help loads with his enunciation. Yammers 300lightyears a second, but sticks his tongue out at all the wrong times, so he's horrible to understand at times.
Rave's home sick with the crap Jazz and I've been through.
And the Headstart teacher just showed up, so I better post this.