Rhyinn is FIVE!!!

My little girl turned five...gee, it's later than I thought it was. Her birthday was yesterday, the 29th. I'm 52 minutes late in announcing.

Drat.

HAPPY 5th BIRTHDAY, RHYINN!!! You're my darlin' ballerina.


Did I mention I went to the dentist today? Had a crown put on my tooth, the very one I had a root canal done to it. Let me say the crown was a less pleasant experience than the root canal.

At one point I almost knocked the laughing gas off my face because when I'd close my eyes, the room would spin. I could hear Dr. Haden chatting with the nurse (or is that hygenist?) and nothing made sense. That was bad because they were discussing LOST and some other great TV shows.

I'm convinced if a cop would have pulled me over, he could have given me a ticket for driving under the influence. Not that I've ever been drunk before, but if I had, I'd say I felt like I was drunk.

Boy, did I feel wooozy. I still feel kinda woozy.

Needless to say, that 's why I forgot to blog about Rhyinn's birthday. But at least you now know why. Well, that and I was also goofing off playing games on Webkinz.

Yesterday (the yesterday before her birthday, not the yesterday of this moment), Rhyinn said to me...

"Mommy, if you mix my hair color with your hair color, you get Niley's hair color."

The girl is a genius.

Well, I must go to bed. Tomorrow is a busy day. I have TBL finalist judging packets to put together, and I have to take my oldest chitlin to the high school he doesn't want to attend so I can enroll him. Yes, this should have been done months ago, but between us moving and him applying to the Godwin Math and Science speciality center, we kinda didn't do the enrolling for Deep Run. Now that he isn't going to Godwin, we have to enroll him.

Did I mention he's not excited?

I bought him a sweater vest from Dillard's the yesterday before yesterday so he'd have something preppy to wear to this uber preppy school. He wasn't thrilled. Oh well, at least he can wear the vest to church...when I make him.

Life is so much sweeter with obedient children.

And mine are obedient...except when they're not. Ooh, and I bought him some satiny boxers becuase he's been begging for some for months. I'd tell you all about how he's been wearing fitted boxers for several years because I decided a middle-school boy needed to move past tighty-whities, but that's embarrass him, so I won't. He says he likes the new boxers. I say considering I only paid $1.24 for them instead of $5.99, he ought to like them.

I should go to bed. The dog is giving me the look of "go to bed so I can quit sleeping on this hard floor."

Twilight Postal Zone

That's where I figure that missing TBL judging packet is.

Cue creepy music, please.

Yeah, I know it's been a week...okay, more than a week since I posted, but hubby took me to Florida for our 15th wedding anniversary and I didn't really want to blog about being gone from home.

I'm happy to report my 15-month-old can say "Sponge bob." She can also hold a pen/pencil correctly and write on paper. The child is a genius.

Of course, she is my offspring.

Then again, her father is pretty brilliant, too. If he weren't, I wouldn't have married him. After a few years of dating blunders, I developed a three-rule dating code which enabled me to settle on Mr. Perfect.

1) Never date a guy who makes you feel stupid.

2) Never date a guy who you feel smarter than.

3) Never date a guy who goes to the same church as you because if you get engaged, that's only one bridal shower. Two churches, two showers.