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My daughter and I not only survived our first Brownie/Girl Scout Encampment we both really enjoyed it and I suspect we’ll both want to go again. More soon as I feel like I need to catch up on a lot of stuff after both a busy week and camping on the weekend.

My daughter is walking through the house singing a Justin Bieber song. I’m having a hard time even writing this. I know we’ll both survive … somehow. But I think I may need to introduce her to some other tunes.

My daughter informed me yesterday that she hasn’t enjoyed her ballet lessons much so far and prefers Karate lessons. Why? She dances around the house pretty often, so I would have thought ballet was a no brainer. Apparently my daughter likes the idea of being able to fight and thinks Karate lessons will have a more practical application when it comes to battling dragons. I can’t say that I disagree.

I loved ballet as a teenager; I’m not sure how much I would have liked it if I had taken lessons when I was my daughter’s age. I observed both classes though and I have to agree, the Karate lesson was much more fun. The first ballet class involved lots of counting to eight and pressing one’s heals together, which was not exactly epic fun. Maybe they start ballet lessons like this to weed out the kids who are not laser focused on ballet? I thought a little more dancing might have improved the fun level of the class.

Karate 1
Ballet 0

As for battling dragons, the topic has been on my daughter’s mind lately. At the Ren Fest she wished me to get her a wooden sword–not one of those funny hats or dresses or anything like that. Swords are so much better for battling dragons! She got the wooden sword for her birthday. I’m fearing for the cats and wondering what I was thinking when I purchased a large hitting stick for my daughter.

Overheard earlier today from my daughter:

“Mom, you’re like a teddy bear filled with love and I’m like a teddy bear filled with beans. Daddy is like a teddy bear filled with … filled with … video games.”

My daughter is, indeed, full of beans. Very silly beans.

Later at lunch Dave said, “my fingers are covered with chicken grease and now the remote control is covered in chicken grease … which makes the remote control extremely … delicious.”

Perhaps we are all full of beans.

Stressing over birthday party preparations even though I’ve reserved a place that does most of the “work” for you. I still need to pickup the cake some fruit and fill our pinata. So I need to do birthday party prep along with all the other stuff we need to get done this weekend. One of these tasks is replacing the kitchen faucet as it has sprung a leak–not the convenient kind of leak that runs into the sink, but a leak which allows water to travel along the back onto the counter and also drip down the water lines and into the cabinet below, so it’s not a good leak. At least it’s better than the faucet that this one replaced. That one squirted water all over the place at a 90 degree angle to the place water was supposed to pour from. Not fun. Cake and parties are fun, though, so I’m looking forward to tomorrow and also hoping everybody has lots of fun!

What do you mean it takes batteries? I’m all for high-tech and all, but it’s a mop. A mop that takes batteries. My new mop takes batteries. I know I’m repeating myself, but I’m in such a state if disbelief that I can’t get it through my head any other way.

When the box read, “Power Mop,” I totally thought it meant “Power-ful Mop” as in a highly effective mop. Lots of cleaning POWER. Not as in “Power-ed by batteries.” And definitely not as in “battery-powered squirt power” because that’s what the batteries do. They make the mop squirt. It squirts cleaning fluid at the push of a button. You’d think if somebody out there was going to bother to make a battery-powered mop they’d make the batteries enhance the cleaning power. Ya know, like, maybe the mop scrubs or vibrates so it cleans the dirt off the floor better, but no. At the push of a button, my new “Power Mop” uses battery power to squirt out cleaning fluid.

I had an old mop made by another company, Clorox, (there I said it). The Clorox mop squirted out cleaning fluid with the pull of a little trigger-like button on the handle. No batteries required. I’m almost out of the Clorox cleaning pads that go with the Clorox mop and the mop itself is a little warped in the head. What I mean is that the cleaning head is warped so that only half of the cleaning surface hits the floor to clean. So I figured I was due for a new mop. I’d heard the other mop, OK SWIFFER. The Swiffer mop. (There I said it.) The Swiffer mop cleaning pads are supposed to be better and I can more easily find Swiffer cleaning pads and Swiffer cleaning fluid refills, so I figured that was the way to go. BUT BATTERIES? REALLY! A battery powered mop? And the batteries give the mop the power to squirt cleaning fluid? So. Is this the most “non-green” mop on the planet? Because not only does the mop need batteries in order to power the squirt action of the cleaning fluid, the instructions tell me I should use “non-rechargeable batteries.” So not only do I throw away cleaning pads and need to power the mop with batteries. I’m not even supposed to use rechargeable batteries. Seriously. I’m tempted to return it right now. But…

Have you ever stopped to think about Zombies? Kate Baker did and so did a bunch of other people. Read about it here: WunderLINK Activate

I posted this @48:

Well, I’d want to take a small group of skilled survivors and make supply stops a Cracker Barrel ’cause it’s yummy and there’s some good wall stuff and creature comfort items (I know I’m gonna want some hand cream and air freshener), but I’d also stop at a hardware store, a super Wal-mart, and perhaps a gun shop to pick up some “essentials.”

Then we head for a prison (perhaps maximum security prison) where we release the prisoners (maybe we don’t tell them about the zombies) and once they’re out, rush in and shut the doors. All of them.

I’d go for a prison with guard towers so we can keep lookout for the zombies and maybe a garden so we can get some much needed sunshine and grow food if we had to be there for a while. Hopefully we remembered to pick up seeds from the Wal-mart or hardware store. The gardening tools should also be fairly effective if the zombies breech our otherwise top-notch barriers. Yep.

And after reading all the posts, I gotta say that some people spend waaay too much time thinking about Zombies. I guess it’s a survival thing in all of us and … perhaps … a few too many video games. Maybe the real “secret” about Zombies is that they eat your brains via thought. You know when you can’t stop thinking about something and it feels like it’s eating your brains — Zombies did that. Like an ear worm, only, Zombie thoughts. Maybe I’m over thinking this. Wait! That’s how it starts isn’t it?! Zombie thoughts again. Noooooooo. They’re in my mind! (Really though, might have to write a story. Ack! There it is again.)