I am feeling this huge wave of jealousy. It is horrible and consuming.
I should be happy with what I have. Happy happy happy. I know that things may look good on the outside to other people, when inside they may just be shit. I want to believe this, but I'm not sure if it's really true. Just my psychoanalysis to make myself feel remotely better.
There has just been one friend of mine that I somehow let what goes on in their life get to me. I tend to compare and I need to STOP. We now lead two very different lives and we turned in those opposite directions a long time ago.
A long time ago.
How does one get over being jealous? And I would have to not talk it down and call it something else, because when all is said and done, it is pure jealousy.
Sucky, shitty jealousy.
Of what, exactly? I'm not completely sure.
I'll have to get back to you on that one.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Like growing Josh Brolin in a petri dish
Don't ask what I originally had said, but isn't it funny what some people "hear" when other people "say" something entirely different?
During Father's day dinner, my sister thought my mom had called my father a pimp. Sorry folks, but my mom had actually called him a vampire.
In the most loving way you could call your spouse a vampire, of course.
During Father's day dinner, my sister thought my mom had called my father a pimp. Sorry folks, but my mom had actually called him a vampire.
In the most loving way you could call your spouse a vampire, of course.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Can't talk. Reading.
I swear, I'm alive.
I've just been reading reading reading. And when I'm not sleeping, I'm reading.
I sure as hell am not sleeping much either.
The impending birthdays of my children have got me a little sappy sad as of late though.
I found an old photo of the two of them that's almost five years old and boy did it get me in sap-mom-mode.
I brought it to work to make life that much more unbearable.
They are also spending two nights this week over at my parents and that has got me just terrified.
Not that my parents can't handle two sweet girls, it's just that they won't be right here with me. Within arms reach.
Crazy how some times they can drive you completely bonkers and you tell them you can't wait to repeat their behavior on them when they are teenagers and then you want them super small babies, cuddly again. Like now.
I've just been reading reading reading. And when I'm not sleeping, I'm reading.
I sure as hell am not sleeping much either.
The impending birthdays of my children have got me a little sappy sad as of late though.
I found an old photo of the two of them that's almost five years old and boy did it get me in sap-mom-mode.
I brought it to work to make life that much more unbearable.
They are also spending two nights this week over at my parents and that has got me just terrified.
Not that my parents can't handle two sweet girls, it's just that they won't be right here with me. Within arms reach.
Crazy how some times they can drive you completely bonkers and you tell them you can't wait to repeat their behavior on them when they are teenagers and then you want them super small babies, cuddly again. Like now.
Friday, June 12, 2009
No-Slip drawers
For some INSANE reason, the reason being I must have been high on glue when I signed up for these, I subscribed to Martha Stewart's "Daily Organizing Tip". (stupid)
And there have been plenty of times where I wanted to post her daily tip and say WHAT? YOU ORGANIZE WHAT? and why in the hell would I ever, if I ever even found the extra time, do this?
Today's tip came to me in an email titled, No-slip Drawers, and I thought,
"Is this a common problem with people, are people's drawers slipping"
(like, duh, falling off because they have no bum?)
No, no. Nothing practical like that because hello I have an almost five-year old who has a serious case of crack and could use something miraculous not including rainbow suspenders. Because I am slightly still in fear of some janitor at the court house who would find my missing badge and coming swangerling down the hall saying "Is CARRIE here? I found her baaadgeeee" all the while sporting some fabulous rainbow suspenders.
Ew
Ew
Eeeeew
So today, folks, we have this handy organizing tip.
June
12
FRIDAY
No-Slip Drawers
This artists' drawing-board liner has a slightly rubbery surface that keeps sharp implements stationary and wipes clean easily.
TODAY'S ORGANIZING TIP
Plus, This Week's Tips
This is for those of you who have enough room in your kitchen drawers that when you yank that sucker open to stab an intruder, you don't have to dig through random other kitchen utensils and you can grab whatever suffices for that moment in time.
Oy, just the sight of that gets my OCD shuddering because think of when they moved just a millimeter and they needed to be straightened and heaven forbid someone not line them up in their correct height order.
In fact, the third knife from the left is cockeyed to the right and making me twitch.
And there have been plenty of times where I wanted to post her daily tip and say WHAT? YOU ORGANIZE WHAT? and why in the hell would I ever, if I ever even found the extra time, do this?
Today's tip came to me in an email titled, No-slip Drawers, and I thought,
"Is this a common problem with people, are people's drawers slipping"
(like, duh, falling off because they have no bum?)
No, no. Nothing practical like that because hello I have an almost five-year old who has a serious case of crack and could use something miraculous not including rainbow suspenders. Because I am slightly still in fear of some janitor at the court house who would find my missing badge and coming swangerling down the hall saying "Is CARRIE here? I found her baaadgeeee" all the while sporting some fabulous rainbow suspenders.
Ew
Ew
Eeeeew
So today, folks, we have this handy organizing tip.
June
12
FRIDAY
No-Slip Drawers
This artists' drawing-board liner has a slightly rubbery surface that keeps sharp implements stationary and wipes clean easily.
TODAY'S ORGANIZING TIP
Plus, This Week's Tips
This is for those of you who have enough room in your kitchen drawers that when you yank that sucker open to stab an intruder, you don't have to dig through random other kitchen utensils and you can grab whatever suffices for that moment in time.
Oy, just the sight of that gets my OCD shuddering because think of when they moved just a millimeter and they needed to be straightened and heaven forbid someone not line them up in their correct height order.
In fact, the third knife from the left is cockeyed to the right and making me twitch.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
When is enough, enough?
Today, I came home to this.
Someone either forgot to shut the dogs in the bathroom this morning, or they have somehow figured out how to open closed doors. I really hope they haven't grown opposable thumbs.
We've also had a lot of this.
We live in Utah so this is very unusual for us. Sure we get rain here and there in the spring, early spring. But we are mere days away from the first day of summer and I almost forgot where I live and thought I may be vacationing up with my brother and sis, but no, sure enough, no dream, I'm still in Utah, bailing water out of my window wells.
In all honesty, I had to come in the computer room before I maimed the dog. Sherman.
SHERMAN!!
Someone either forgot to shut the dogs in the bathroom this morning, or they have somehow figured out how to open closed doors. I really hope they haven't grown opposable thumbs.
We've also had a lot of this.
We live in Utah so this is very unusual for us. Sure we get rain here and there in the spring, early spring. But we are mere days away from the first day of summer and I almost forgot where I live and thought I may be vacationing up with my brother and sis, but no, sure enough, no dream, I'm still in Utah, bailing water out of my window wells.
In all honesty, I had to come in the computer room before I maimed the dog. Sherman.
SHERMAN!!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
In Bloom
Bossy's post reminded me that, oh yeah, I have some of those.
They took a while to come into bloom this year and they always keep us guessing when indeed they will strike.
When we first bought our home, there were about 12 or so antique peony bushes that were the owner's grandmother's or something like that. But they were old, large and in the contract of selling the house, the deal was that they got to take all of the bushes with them. The husband and I did not care one little bit about this. (because we did not appreciate they full beauty of them when not in bloom, something we would fight tooth and nail to keep now) But luck be a lady these owners were just about as quick getting on top of things like we are, and they were in the middle of digging a few of the huge plants out when the husband came to rip out carpet on the day they were supposed to be out. So they took about six of those buggers and left us with the rest and they got so large and carniverous, that we've had to split and transplant them. We've even burnt and killed a few in the process of trying to exterminate some morning glory from hell and they come back from the dead to give us a beautiful two weeks (maybe) of their beautiful blooms.
As I've been cutting these and taking them to the neighbor's I think to myself, I would love to send a bundle of these up to my sister in Washington. So Kerry, the vase in the front room is specifically for you.
They took a while to come into bloom this year and they always keep us guessing when indeed they will strike.
When we first bought our home, there were about 12 or so antique peony bushes that were the owner's grandmother's or something like that. But they were old, large and in the contract of selling the house, the deal was that they got to take all of the bushes with them. The husband and I did not care one little bit about this. (because we did not appreciate they full beauty of them when not in bloom, something we would fight tooth and nail to keep now) But luck be a lady these owners were just about as quick getting on top of things like we are, and they were in the middle of digging a few of the huge plants out when the husband came to rip out carpet on the day they were supposed to be out. So they took about six of those buggers and left us with the rest and they got so large and carniverous, that we've had to split and transplant them. We've even burnt and killed a few in the process of trying to exterminate some morning glory from hell and they come back from the dead to give us a beautiful two weeks (maybe) of their beautiful blooms.
As I've been cutting these and taking them to the neighbor's I think to myself, I would love to send a bundle of these up to my sister in Washington. So Kerry, the vase in the front room is specifically for you.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Snapping
I swear. Tonight is the lose it and snap sort of night.
My alarm goes off in less than 8 hours and I had to come downstairs to leave the nightly drama of little sassy S.
She has so much backtalk in her it is sickening.
And just between stupid facebook sucking me in and being beyond tired, making dinner late, children sassing the second I pick them up, the dog rolling in something horrid smelling, the cat bawling, the dogs barking, the perfect husband who never says or does anything wrong, returning overdue library books, bathing children AND the shitty smelling dog, and then fighting over the thousand rats nests that somehow wove themselves in long hair during S's shower and she screams at me when I try and help her do it an easier way and the cat on the shelves knocking a bunch of toys off and more dog barking and children sassing putting clean and immediately filling the dishwasher with dirties to run overnight and oy vey I still need to make lunches for tomorrow.
I'm ready to SNAP.
snapsnapsnapsnapsnap
I took a third of a muscle relaxer last night as my jaw is killing me and I honestly think it kicked in around 7:00 am... I was at my desk, makeshift sleeping. Left hand propping my head up in a believably awake position, right hand on the mouse, so as I sleep-jerked it would make the motions look that much more realistic.
So, apparently, if I want to wake up in the morning, I will not be able to take a muscle relaxer tonight.
Damn the luck.
My alarm goes off in less than 8 hours and I had to come downstairs to leave the nightly drama of little sassy S.
She has so much backtalk in her it is sickening.
And just between stupid facebook sucking me in and being beyond tired, making dinner late, children sassing the second I pick them up, the dog rolling in something horrid smelling, the cat bawling, the dogs barking, the perfect husband who never says or does anything wrong, returning overdue library books, bathing children AND the shitty smelling dog, and then fighting over the thousand rats nests that somehow wove themselves in long hair during S's shower and she screams at me when I try and help her do it an easier way and the cat on the shelves knocking a bunch of toys off and more dog barking and children sassing putting clean and immediately filling the dishwasher with dirties to run overnight and oy vey I still need to make lunches for tomorrow.
I'm ready to SNAP.
snapsnapsnapsnapsnap
I took a third of a muscle relaxer last night as my jaw is killing me and I honestly think it kicked in around 7:00 am... I was at my desk, makeshift sleeping. Left hand propping my head up in a believably awake position, right hand on the mouse, so as I sleep-jerked it would make the motions look that much more realistic.
So, apparently, if I want to wake up in the morning, I will not be able to take a muscle relaxer tonight.
Damn the luck.
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