Ramona Tweets

Karen Edmisten‏@Karen_EdMe: I'm gonna get a snack before we start math. Are you hungry for anything?

Ramona: I'm hungry for freedom. From math.

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Karen Edmisten‏@Karen_Ed

Me (to Ramona last night, helping her brush through her long hair): "Wow, where did all these tangles come from?" Ramona: "Life."

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Karen Edmisten‏@Karen_Ed

Ramona: "What's for dinner?" Me: "Stromboli." Her: "Why didn't you tell me that before, when I was in a bad mood?!" Duly noted, child.

Bits and Pieces of Our (Last) Days (of 2014)

It's been quiet here on the blog because I've been on vacation in every way.  (Well, for awhile I was sick, but then it morphed into vacation.) Recent goings-on:

We made gingerbread houses again. Because, surprisingly, that's just what we do. 

A blurry Ramona with houses, mid-assembly. 

The final products: 

 It's our sixth year of making them (thanks, Magical Mrs. M.!) and I finally created a gingerbread house label for the blog. No TARDIS or 221-B this year -- Ramona went candy-laden old school, Betsy did the Psych office (that's the Blueberry parked out front) and Anne did the retirement home of Sherlock Holmes (the yellow jellybeans next to the house are bees and hives): 

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I finally got around to Instagram. As much as I love Instagram and Facebook (certain aspects of it...there's the whole love/hate thing), Twitter, et al, I know that sometimes I post things in those places and then neglect my blog. But the blog is the only place I connect with some of you, so today I'm playing catch-up (I'm looking at you, Tanita.)

From Instagram: 

The snowmen (ornaments) Ramona and I made. 

Ramona's version of the Festivus pole.

Sketching, from Big Hero 6, courtesy of Ramona. 

And, just because I like to look at them: Madeleines. 

From Facebook: 

From Twitter: 

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Well, that's about all that my vacation brain can handle today. 

All too soon, it will be back to work and real life. Atticus said last night, "See, here's the problem with my vacations -- I'm so happy to get to be with my family all the time, and then, bam, it's back to work." I love that man. 

Happy Eighth Day of Christmas! 

Latest Ramona Tweet

@Karen_Ed:

Ramona, opining on an "I Love Lucy" episode: "That kind of thing ALWAYS happens. If they would just communicate with their spouse!"

Recent Moments with Ramona

The other day, from Ramona:

"Mommy, as I'm looking at that powdery snow on our front porch, it makes me think of Alton Brown's powdered sugar. And when I think of Alton Brown's powdered sugar, it makes me want to watch 'Let Them Eat Foam.'"

Me: "Okay, that's fine. You can watch that."

Ramona: "No -- here's my crisis! I also want to read Because of Winn-Dixie!"

It's torture to be an eight-year-old.

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If you read my blog on a feed reader, and don't follow me on Twitter or Facebook, here are some of the latest Ramona Moments (which seem to always end up as Tweets these days):

She's the Clean Queen: Ramona played restaurant. Taped to the bathroom mirror I found this note: "All Employees MUST WASH THEIR HANDS."
22 Feb

from Ramona: "Can we buy some red fruit punch? It's rather toxic, but it's really yummy."
12 Feb

Ramona, reading "The Enormous Egg": "I hate to not suspend my disbelief, Mommy, but this book is wrong. A hen can NOT lay a dinosaur egg."
2 Feb

Cabin fever, anyone? Ramona was moping. "What's the matter?" I asked. "The usual," she said. "Winter Upset-ment."
2 Feb

Was going to catch up on Tweets but Ramona just summoned me: "Accio Mommy!"
27 Jan

Ramona's woeful life: "My sisters won't let me sing perky commercial jingles!"
23 Jan

from Ramona: "Mommy, I apologize for thinking Springsteen was dead."
5 Dec

Have I Ruined My Children?

As I tucked Ramona in last night, she snuggled down under the covers, then said slowly, "I am lying in bed." She paused. "I love my mother."

She glanced over at me, then said, "I am writing this on Twitter."

This could be helpful

Twitter for Busy People.

(H/T: Maria Ruiz Scaperlanda)

Complaining Tweeting

This morning, I tweeted (Tweeted? Or twittered? Or twet?) these words:

Sadness. Coffeepot sits in silence. Time to shop.

Atticus said, "That's not a haiku, y'know."

"I know it's not a haiku," I snapped (with just perhaps a hint of caffeine deprivation showing.) "It's, ummm, only meant to have the slightest sound of haiku about it."

"It has," inserted Anne-with-an-e, "the sound of obsession."

I'm Tweeting! (Or is it Twitter-pated?)

Because, you know, we all need to increase our computer time, right?

My Twitter page is here.