Sunday, September 28, 2008

Lazy Sunday

Look at me, posting a photo. ha ha

I could post more, but it looks like the only current thing on iPhoto are the photos I just uploaded from my camera. After we copied everything off the old computer, everything else is saved on the external hard drive or copied to DVD's. Oh well. I certainly don't have that sort of time on my hands.

This was S's first day of school. B had been back in school for a few weeks at this point.

BUT. Better late than never, right?

I really had to come on here to clear my memory card since we are going up into the mountains and might have some good photo ops.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Completely baffled

I did the take the kids to dance fiasco tonight, and I must say, I'm getting better at it.

I take the first one a little before 4:30, she puts her adorable ballet slippers on, she lets me leave after a smoochy four-year old kiss, I go back to the car where the seven-year old waits, we do her homework...lots of math this year so far, she reads, I read, I send her in about 4:50.

I rush home like a mad-woman, already have work-out clothes on the DVD is on and waiting, I do 25 minutes of Jilliankickingmyass, rush back, pick up B. Depending on how motivated I have been, I either sit with her in the car and look through books together, or we go to Arby's and get 5 for $5.95. I actually cut a pork loin and put it in marinade the other night and I did a fantastic juggling job of grilling kabobs and showering children at the same time.

Damn. Sometimes I am good.

The real reason I am on here tonight is because of the baffling mess of the presidential election. The husband tuned me in to a Katie Couric interview with Caribou Barbie (as my uncle pleasantly referred to her as earlier today) Palin so we watched it on youtube via the AppleTV. We then looked for Letterman's lack of interview last night and I am just amazed. Baffled, disturbed, horribly scared of what might happen if those two people get elected to office. Auuurrrrggghhh.

I have been in ongoing debates at work, and it either seems that people are just not voting, voting for McCain because he's a Republican, and I live in one of the reddest states in the country, so it is discouraging trying to talk to people who don't want to even listen. I'm not sure if it's a religion thing. OKAY! It IS a religion thing, and I just do not get it. I guess I never will. I am a complete 180 from my parent's that sometimes if I didn't look like my father, I would wonder where the hell I actually came from.

My boss forewarned a co-worker on his way in to work this afternoon, to watch out for me, because I was on one.

So I left him a message on his dry-erase board in his office. ha ha

I am very much looking forward to the debate tomorrow night. I should get off my duff and reply to my Obama emails and set-up a debate watching party in my area.

Gin, Tonic and fresh salsa anyone?

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


I am a complete glutton for punishment.

I sit here, somewhat hiding, in the computer room while my darling children cry and fight and howl and disembowel the sofa of its cushions and I think to myself why. Why do I even bother?

Why do i set myself up for something that is just going to piss me off?

I signed them up for dance classes tonight, and the way the times are set up, I'm going to spend my Tuesdays and Thursdays just shuffling kids to dance lessons. Ugh.

And then are completely rotten right now. They are tired, tired, and mad at me for not looking for the television remotes. Instead, I go out and find the cushions off the sofa and they cry when I said I'm done looking.

So S is spewing her normal tiredness crap at me and I'm sick of it all.

The husband is going to be late.

I'm off to get their princess meltdowns to bed before I scream.

Friday, September 12, 2008


A wonderful man, being my husband, came home tonight with my *fixed* shirt from Banana Republic and I look in the bag for my shirt, and there is a new iPod. 120G...yay!

My old, 20G crapped out on me a few months ago and I oh so miss it. Especially at work when I'm desperately trying to tune the people out around me. I had it for over three years, and we tried to fix battery...but couldn't even get it to turn on. You could just hear the harddrive kick up and turn over and over and not ever turn all the way on. So it would finally die and give you a said iPod icon and/or a folder. Poor thing.

The husband went to get me one the other night, with a big fat hint from me, and he came home saying they had already sold out of them (just announced that day) but got himself a touch. Damn, that thing is cool. So I was a little bummed out for a few days. But now I wait patiently for 3,500 songs to sync on my "Number 2". That is what I named it. ha.

I may even put some episodes of Gossip Girl and the Sarah Silverman Show on there....when it gets slow at work. :)

And, of course, some photos of the fam. As soon as the husband shows me where the correct cord is on this new Mac, I will upload some new photos since my memory card is full of dogs and beach-butt-crack shots.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

the day after....

After my muscle-relaxed-induced sleep last night, I hit the snooze button a mere five times this morning.

ie: waking up 45 minutes late = one late mofo.


Question for the day:

How long is too long to deal with a nagging, throwyoudownonthefloorwhileyoutrynottothrowupandyoureyesrunnethoverandyougetblotchy, cough?

A: Six weeks?
B: Ten?
C: For Hell's sake lady, get your ass to the doctor already?

(And if you choose option C, then I need an idea of just HOW to get in to see the doctor when he is booked three weeks out.)

Thanks for playing!

Monday, September 8, 2008

Beat me with an ugly stick

Yes, I know. I think somewhere in the past little while I have said I would post photos.

I haven't done it yet.


I have nothing better than a muscle-relaxer-induced night ahead of me, so I'm going to bed. I can't upload photos in my condition.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Death by Potato

I was trying to put myself to sleep last night while writing an entry in my head.

That seems to sum up how hilarious I am if I can put my own self to sleep by doing this.

In other news. I found the object of death that was in my garage. I hadn't mentioned it before, because, hey, I had such more important things to talk about, like my expertise parenting skills.

Remember this? It seems a few weeks ago that this smell had somehow creeped back into my life. I was careful to turn the A/C and any vent-air-blowing off in my car before I pulled into the garage and would shuffle everyone madly into the house before the smell had a chance to permeate into my nose hairs.

We would rush out into the garage and exclaim how deathly it smelled, and "what died out here? It has to be a rodent."

I managed to get a few wild hairs this weekend and organized and cleaned up the girls' bedrooms AND cleaned out my car. While I was dragging the vacuum cleaner to the passenger side of my car...the stronger smelling death side of the car, I found a bag of potatoes. A bag of potatoes that apparently died. I knew they could horrify me when they sprouted eyes and ears and shit, but to actually die? Oh yes, they died. They died right next to the empty hamster cage no less. It was fitting to see that the same smell could eminate from the same area. Hamster/Potato...they are about the same size and color. And who knew they could produce the same smell?

I cleaned it all up, while holding back the acid burn in my throat and gagging. Oy, it was nasty.

Homework is done, my kids are playing nicely so it's time for a walk.

And then I get to go on another computer that has firefox installed so I can try and be tricky with some shortcuts that Safari utterly SUCKS at.