I got answers for ya

An announcement to no one in particular, but my blog is kind of hoopty. Hooptiness aside, one thing I would never want you to think is that I take your comments and queries for granted.  NEV-VAH!  I treasure with a capital "T" the time you take to read my tidbits and leave a thoughtful something-something afterwards. 

You ask questions in the "Comments" sections and they are often things I want to reply to*.  Because if it's one thing I spill'eth over with--it is answers.  Cripe, I'm a librarian.  I'm in the job of answering questions.  Albeit more boring ones about public laws and whatnot, but still. 

Since I didn't want you to think that I ignore what you ask (because I so don't), I went back through the "Comments" to the start of July and decided to answer pretty much anything with a question mark after it.

Here we go:

Nora said:
"Wait!!  You vaccuum every day? We can be friends now.!!"
I totally vacuum every day and it's kind of an illness, really.  I just can't handle crumbies or hair or whatnot.  I don't vacuum the ENTIRE house everyday.  Gah.  No.  Just, like, our living room rug which is dark red and shows everything and maybe then Swiffer our kitchen too.  Nora, we are so totally friends.

Erica asked:
"Do you ever read sky mall? I think it contains all the solutions to life."
I snagglepuss Sky Mall the minute I'm on a plane, and T will straight up snatch it OFF the plane.  And then put it on his nightstand.  And show me things he intends to buy at a later, more wealthy date.  He is ridiculous and full of the dreams.

Starrfish wondered:
"Was the letter tucked away or was it just out in the open? Is it dated? No author signature?"
Ah, the letter.  What a gem, right?!  The letter was on lined memo paper and without a date.  I think T said he found it tucked somewhere in a box, maybe.  And, no, it wasn't signed. 

My opinion, though, was that it ended kind of abruptly so maybe there's another page somewhere?  I shall send T back up there soon.  He needs to put the storm windows back on anyway.

~SHE~ asked:
"You didn't say how old the paper looked.  Sometimes you can tell a generation by the handwriting, but I think the names gave it away.  Was it in an envelope with postage or a postmark? What about an address?"
Sadly, none of the above.  Boo. 

Erica chimed in:
"Best pictures ever.  What is it about you people and pants/lack thereof?"
Pants are pinchy.  I do not like pinchy.  The End.

Serenity Now asked:
"Can you share the menu planning blocks and squares ocd-ness please?"
Sure!  I found it here.

Mrs. Irritation wonders:
"How can you hate Little Bear?  Really??!"
Little Bear and all of his little Maurice Sendak friends are so totally milquetoast that it enrages me.  And classically drawn which is kind of boring to my eyeballs.  And their adventures are total poser adventures. 

Plus there is the age old question of why do his parents wear clothes but he wears nothing at all.  EVEN IN WINTER.  Why so nudie, Little Bear? CPS, anyone?

Jessica commented:
"The 'Good morning, good morning, it's a sunny day...' makes me think of the 'Morning's Here' song on Friends."
Not so much a question, but, Jessica, the minute I read that?  I could not stop singing "MORNING'S HEEEREEE!" in Joey Tribbiani's voice.  T could not fully appreciate it and neither could the children.  Their loss.

B said:
"Who'd have thought they'd make it that kind of manly place? Have you tried Snip-Its?"
We have tried Snip-Its and they do a pretty good job on Ezra's hair.  My only beef with Snip-Its is that you can't make appointments unless you pay to be in their Kids Club or something else similarly named.  And then they can only guarantee a 15 minute wait versus no wait at all.  And!  Snip-Its is totally expensive.  The two times--although, good times--we've been there for Ezra, the haircut plus tip was close to $25.00. 

It's totally a better-non-sexed-up-decor option, but I just kind of feel like I'm being bamboozled.

Erica wondered:
"You confuse me.  Now you love pants? You and pants have a conflicted relationship."
Totally, Erica.  It's a relationship I don't even understand yet.  Pants are pinchy yet they keep me from having to shave my legs on the regular.  Pants are harder to fit and wear than skirts, but are a better option when its super snowy out and all my tights are in the wash.

It's a love-hate relationship.

Keli grilled (just kidding...love you!):
"why you no post pics of you? huh?"
From the beginning of time--or at least adolescence--I have loooooathed pictures of myself.  So I don't post them on here not because I'm worried about keeping you all in the dark; I don't post them here because rarely do I see pictures suitable for viewing.

Kristina Marie wondered:
"Have a totally random and odd question--the picture to that is on the left side of your blog--is that you and T? It's such a cool picture, but for some reason I can't enlarge it, so I was just curious!"
Nah, that's not us.  I totally snaggled it from the interweb and there it sits  unattributed. 

Yeah.  Not good.  I know.

I should probably switch it out because that's not exactly kosher (Swiper, no swiping!) and not exactly us.  I will work on that tonight!




*Before you all chime in with helpful tidbits on fancy WordPress and Typepad and their options--or even fancier Blogger options--to respond to comments directly, I'm not even super happy with what I've seen on other blogs as to meeting this need.  So boo.  Everyone sucks.  But me.  And my hoopty way of making you know I care.