I must remember this

mine is not a better way, mine is merely another way

-Neale Donald Walsh

The never ending battle

Around here we have a constant struggle for TV rights; who gets to watch TV on the flat screen in the living room. Some where along the lines the kids came up with the rule that if they all 3 cannot agree on a program that the TV must go off. I have no idea where they came up with that rule (certainly not from me yelling in sheer frustration "If you don't stop arguing the stupid thing is going OFF!!) We have 4 televisions in this house, and yet they still feel the need to argue!

But when Palmer comes home? All that stops! Why? Because dad is the king of the remote. Dad doesn't give a flying leap if you are desperate to find out if Hannah Montana will make it through her latest escapade, that remote, and thus Ultimate Power, belong to him.

All electronics fall under his jurisdiction.

Including headphones and ear buds. Palmer goes through them at an amazing rate, so he is always claiming other peoples. Last night he even claimed the last pair I had in the car dvd case! He goes thorough roughly a pair a month, because he tends to leave them laying around where Izzy can find them. And once Izzy gets a hold of a pair of headphones , they are done for! He pulls ear pieces off like other kids pull off wings on bugs. The rest of us have learned to hide our headphones from both Palmer and Izzy.

I've just learned to DVR what I want to watch then watch it later when they are all gone to school and work.

I think that makes me the winner in this battle!

The Tail of Lizzy

A bright green lizard just crawled under my front door. He was about 6 inches long, and rather cute, so I instantly said "I shall name you Lizzy!But you can't stay here Lizzy, you must be an outdoor lizard, so out you go!"

I got a bowl and manila envelope to try and catch him. I decided I could put the bowl over him, slide the manila envelope under it, and take Lizzy back out side.

Lizzy didn't like that idea much, so he started up the wall, thus earning the notice of the giant ball of fur we call a dog.

(can you see where this is going?)

I'm tying to catch Lizzy. Furball is trying to EAT Lizzy and Lizzy does not want any of that. So Lizzy tries to make a break for it. Right at me. Now, I'm screeching in that girl meets spider/bug/insect voice, Furball is scrambling on the tile trying to catch the tasty green morsel that is getting away, Izzy is terribly excited by all the commotion, and Lizzy is making a mad dash for the toy box, which offers apparent lizard sanctuary.

I am, of course, in between the dog, the lizard, and the toy box. So I am dodging Lizzy, trying not to get barreled over by a giant ball of fur, and shrieking like a school girl. Lizzy makes it to the toy box, which just send Furball into a toy box knocking over tizzy of spasmodic proportions.

He catches the lizard.

Now I am yelling at the dog to let go of the lizard, and get the dog out of the house, so when he lets go, Lizzy can be free.

No such luck. Lizzy is no more.

I put Furball outside, just in case lizards don't digest well, if you know what I mean.

I walk back in, and Izzy hands me the still twitching tail of Lizzy. Just what every mother wants, a twitching lizard tail from their toddler. I'm just glad he didn't try to eat it.

This is my life, I swear to you, I could not make this up!