Honest I didn't

I had no intention of falling of the face of the earth the past few days. I have lots to talk about and lots of pictures that need to be downloaded. I'm just not feeling it you know? Take this recent exchange between myself and the Saint:

Fannie: "You seem kinda down, bad day at work?"

Saint: sigh "No, I looked at my 401K. It's down ..."

Fannie: interrupting "NOOOOOO! What have I told you about looking at your accounts! Stop it right now!"

Saint: sigh "I know, I just can't help it."

Fannie: "Well knock it off; you'll give yourself heart failure and THEN where will we be?"

Yes, my compassion runneth over. I'm not a huge market watcher. I have long term investment strategies and don't focus much day to day, month to month or even quarter to quarter. But after yesterday even I peeked at a few things. People? It is not pretty.

For us, these are paper losses. We aren't living off of investment income, nor are we in the position of having to sell any stocks or bonds. But our parents? Are. My grandmother? Is. So I hope to hell Congress fixes this soon. Or I think many of those politicking jackasses fine folks just may find themselves out of a job come election time. I'm just sayin'.

Friday

The Saint and I head out to Princeton on the Prairie this afternoon for Parents Weekend. We'll do a surprise inspection visit the dorm and take Precious Oldest and friends to dinner.

Tomorrow we'll tailgate and attend the football game. I baked brownies and made macaroni salad last night to take with us. My pre-planning ended up sucking because the kitchen sink backed up big time and now I have piles of dirty dishes that it appears will have to be washed in the utility sink in the laundry room. Blech.

Before we leave I'll record the Presidential debate that may or may not take place depending on whether they:

A. Stay in Washington and, oh I don't know, do the jobs WE are fucking PAYING them to do.

OR

B. Decide not to waste the millions of dollars WE have already spent securing the location for the debate and carry on.

Who me? Fed up with politics? Not at all, and I resent your thinking otherwise.

I'm Just Sayin'

Did you know that today is National Punctuation Day ? Yeah, me neither. You know what I'd like to see as a National "Awareness" Day?

• National "Living Within Your Means Is Cool!" Day
• National "Pay For It With Cash!" Day
• National "Buy A House You Can Afford!" Day
• National "Saving For A Rainy Day; It's Not Just For Geeks Anymore!" Day
• National "Take Your Lunch to Work!" Day
• National "Just Say No To Debt!" Day

How about you? What "National Day" is on your list?

Shhhh...

I don't know what the hell is wrong with my pictures. Used to be they'd enlarge with a click or two. No longer the case and I don't know/care why. So, promise you won't tell....



I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings....

I TOLD you they were the cutest!

I Can't Believe

I'm still sitting here watching the Emmy's. OMG, the WORST EVER. I find myself cringing at each ever lamer bit. And yet, I seem to be too lazy to get off the couch and find something constructive to do.

I have been looking at Homecoming pictures. I'm having difficulty finding any I can edit to post because there were THIRTEEN couples in their group and I can't figure out away to crop out all their little faces. So I'm just gonna post this one and let you in on a little secret - THE cutest couple is Precious Youngest and her date!

Well let's see....

Wheee! Homecoming is this weekend. (OK, maybe not "Wheee!") The dance is Saturday and we finally got the damn dress, but not without much drama and angst. Those of you raising young girls who are picky about clothes/shoes/hair at their tender age? Just you WAIT. So very many things must be considered: length, style, color, comparisons to dresses past.....sigh.

As an added bonus, Precious Youngest attends a Catholic high school, so many of the frocks available for these types of occasions do not meet the modesty standards which I love with all my heart set by the school. So last weekend I ended up taking Precious Youngest to a nearby town to shop for dresses with Sib #2 and her two girls and in tow.

In the end, my sister and I decided this was not a bad way to go. We put the three girls in dressing rooms, sat on the giant ottoman in the middle of the dressing area, and they passed twenty dresses back and forth until all had chosen. When we were done we went down the street to the brewery for lunch. On second thought, perhaps going to the brewery FIRST would have eased the pain..... (learn from my mistakes people, I'm just sayin'.)

In other news, Precious Youngest's BFF is up for Homecoming Queen! We are very excited as the BFF is a sweetie. The Saint is feeling proud because he will be driving the BFF in the Homecoming parade and then onto the football field for the ceremony tonight. He will be borrowing the neighbor's Mercedes convertible for the occasion as the Honda simply will not do.

For my part, I hope to have pictures of headless teenagers to entertain you with when this is all over. Now go have yourselves a nice weekend!

Hi, my name is Fannie and I'm a slacker

Well THIS is long overdue. I thought it was about time I said "thanks" to some of my bleeps. So without further ado check out this "Make My Day" award from Green Girl :

And this "Kick Ass Blogger" award from the Hotfessional:


I think the whole idea behind these awards is to introduce you to blogs you may not already know about. I read twenty plus blogs on a daily basis (or at least as often as they post). I'm going to skip the hand wringing, breast beating, and "mea culpa" chanting and just mention some of my favorites.

Blogs I enjoy because they write about raising teenagers. Teenage GIRLS in particular. Some are old "friends"(with a new site!) Some work in the not for profit world. Some I wish would post more often (subtle, no?). They are full of funny musings, incredible writing and keen observations. A few you may have heard of and maybe some you haven't. Some I juststartedreading myself.

Go forth. Click through. Read. Enjoy.