Friday, June 30, 2006

I'm being eaten by flags

I will have to post a picture of what my bossman has had me doing all day...just so you guys can laugh. But now- it's five to five and I have to start closing down.
Hopefully Monday I can have a real post up.
Hopefully.

***Edited to add: I didn't get a pic of the stupid things in time. He was having me tape his business card onto four inch flags so he could stick the flags on people's lawns. People would notice the flag, go look at it and see his card...somehow convincing them they needed to sell their house NOW! and calling my bossman....business, it's a good life eh?

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Home Remedies

I found this funny. I'm weird that way. Let me know if you laughed, too.
1. If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat and presto! The blockage will be almost instantly removed.
2. Clumsy? Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop away.
3. Avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet seat by simply using the sink.
4. High blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a while, thus reducing the pressure in your veins.
5. A mouse trap placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep when you hit the snooze button.
6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you will be afraid to cough.
7. Have a bad toothache? Hit your thumb with a hammer, then you will forget about the toothache.
8. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.
9. Sometimes we just need to remember what The Rules of Life really are: You need only two tools: WD-40 and duct tape. If it doesn't move and it should, use WD-40. If it moves and shouldn't, use the duct tape.
10. If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You have another chance!
11. And finally... Be really good to your family and friends. You never know when you are going to need them to empty your bedpan.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Because I think "Leave me the fuck alone!" would be too harsh...

(Latteman, maybe you can help since you ARE the only guy that reads here...)

Anyway, this is open for anyone with advice.
We have a company my bossman has chosen to be "our" mortgage company, and we have an in-house mortgage guy that comes in maybe twice a week. He's a really nice guy, friendly, funny, whatever. From the conversations we've had I've learned he is married with four children and I've been very clear and open with the fact that Daddy, Little Man and I are a very happy family. (Even when we're not, but it's not like I spread my business all over work. According to anyone I work with my family is perfect, my car is perfect, my mentality is perfect...) So the Mortgage Guy always asks different agents out to lunch to talk business and basically get his name out there so he can become the Mortgage Guy that everyone uses when dealing with our company. One day he asked me to lunch with two of my favorite agents and my bossman. Free lunch? Hell yeah, I'm there!
Then he's asking me to tag along every week. I went once more with him and those two same agents (bossman didn't come) and that was it. I haven't been since, and now every time he is in the office he is asking me -JUST ME- out to lunch.
Dude, NO.
I don't feel comfortable going to lunch just the two of us, and I keep giving him excuses why I can't go but today he just came and suggested he bring lunch into the office for us.
Dude, NO.
What the hell can I say to him so he can back off without insulting him. It's not like he has come on to me, but still. I don't think it would be appropriate for me to go to lunch with him.
Oh, and I had told him I was going to the other office (which he never goes to, someone else is assigned to that office) and he ended up saying "Well, then I guess I'll have to take that office from The Other Mortgage Guy just so I can follow you."
Dude, NO.
WTF?

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

It has been a veeeeeeeeeeery looooooong day....

  • I keep looking at the clock and I think it's going backwards.
  • Daddy's cousin's girlfriend sent me an e-mail that her modeling company is looking for infants to put in a show, so she asked me to let my SIL know. Why can't they be looking for almost-two-year-olds so I can put my Little Man in a show and he can have some money put away??? I asked her this and she laughed. I don't see the humor. I was being serious.
  • I had lunch at my desk today. Which is why the day is going in slo-mo. I didn't get the much-needed, much-deserved break I need away from these crazies.
  • Speaking of crazies, The Shitter has surpassed The Asshole in annoyance and stupidity. He is now the Great Hated One in my office. Details another time, because I'm sure I will be venting my frustrations out here. He is also the Idiot who always asks me where the Closed files are....so that should give you some insight on his stupidity. BTW-His nickname will be The Shitter because (if you saw the link) he does that EVERY DAY!!!! In the office!! Multiple times!!! If there is an agent here they will not go into the bathroom after him because they know he is The Shitter.
  • Is it five yet?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
  • Nita, you still peeking in here? Drop me a line, let me know things are okay, m'kay? Please? Pretty please with sugar on top?

Monday, June 26, 2006

I taped my windows for nothing.

State of Panic, indeed. No storm like the one we had the other day, just a lot of rain. Enough to keep us in all weekend, but not enough for the warning every fifteen minutes. Yeah, better safe than sorry, but I think with all those warnings they actually caused more accidents than needed because of everyone being in such a rush to get home.
Little Man had an accident this weekend. On my watch, so chalk it up to my bad mothering. We have two window fans set up in the house, one in the kitchen and one in the living room. (We haven't put the air conditioner up since we are hardly home and it's never really hot on the weekends.) Little Man knows not to touch these fans, I have told him "No" when he goes near them and I think he was a little afraid of the spinning they do. Keyword: WAS. Saturday he decided to put his finger into the fan. Thank God for cheap plastic Wal-Mart fans, he lost some skin but not his finger like I thought he had. (Yes, I was freaking out thinking he lost a finger because I never put my finger into a spinning fan so I don't know how much damage they actually do.) To the bathroom we go, washing the finger (which isn't bleeding all that much) and putting some Witch Hazel on it. He isn't even crying anymore, but I want to. Triple antibiotic ointment, band-aid and a kiss from Mommy. He went to go show Daddy the band-aid, and took it right off. I went through five band-aids in about an hour before giving up and just leaving it without one. I put one on at night with more antibiotic ointment just to make sure it gets some of that healing power going. You think he learned his lesson? Last night before bed I catch him trying to put his finger in the fan again. It wasn't on, but I pulled him away from it anyway, and showed him his finger. I want him to be afraid of these fans. Maybe we should just put the AC in...
This morning I told the babysitter what happened as I took a pack of band-aids out and gave them to her... she says "Oh, you gotta watch him." No shit Sherlock.

Friday, June 23, 2006

State of Panic

"We interrupt your listening pleasure to inform you that your state is going into a State of Panic due to the horrendous Thunder Storms that are headed our way. There will be thunder and lightning and hail bigger than the one you saw the other day..."
That was a paraphrase to what was said on my "work station".
Here's my beef: They couldn't even warn me about the storms we had the other day until ten minutes after they HAD PASSED, but now they keep interrupting the music here to give us the Severe Thunder Storm- Get Your Asses Away From Windows warning, but the sun is still shining. I know, I know thunderstorms come suddenly and it's probably storming somewhere else, but they have the already stupid drivers of my state driving home as quickly as possible, endangering other people. (I'm watching them through the windows at my workplace, they really are in a frenzy.) My mother called me, the state college she works for has already closed their doors and sent all staff members home. Now she's worried about us. So she'll be calling me every fifteen minutes until I tell her we are home and didn't get into any serious accidents. Well, East Coasters, since we have about five days of non-stop rain ahead of us (most likely starting as soon as I walk out these doors and try to enjoy my weekend), I hope you guys don't get Cabin Fever. Wait, I hope I don't get Cabin Fever, either.
Well, have a good weekend guys. I've got nothing to write about today, as I've been busy getting three new agents and all their properties into our system. (One alone has eighteen, EIGHTEEN properties that had to be put into the system. Yes, I've been slammed.)
Until Monday. Where maybe I'll have a story of neighbors running into the street during the Hail Storm naked to get their garbage cans. That hasn't happened, but it might!

Thursday, June 22, 2006

...and then my eyes just welled up...

My son is fucking deaf. That is my story and I'm sticking to it. Yesterday I was making dinner, and between checking on it and trying to straighten the living room up so it looks a little less lived in, I had to keep stopping to tell Little Man to stop throwing the not-so-soft Leap Pad Alphabet Ball around the T.V. Do you think he stopped? Come on, a prize for whoever guesses right...
Well he didn't.
Not to be materialistic or anything- but that T.V cost me and Daddy a LOT of money. (Well, a lot to us considering we never seem to have any.) It was our Christmas present to ourselves, nice flat screen with the speakers right on the side...I don't want the stupid Leap Frog Ball going through the screen. I took the ball and flung it into my room and dared him to go find it.
He did.
Asshole.
That, he heard.
But he didn't hear me later ask him to get off the floor (he was trying to shove himself under the couch), and then he didn't hear me scream it at him after asking him ten times.
Daddy asks him, he didn't even raise his voice The boy stopped and sat back on the couch.
I wanted to cry. What the FUUUUUUCK??????
I don't understand it. Maybe I should go work for the makers of the dog whistle, because my voice must be "unhearable" to humans.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Ohmygod!!!!

Beauty Pageant I won something!!!! I never win anything!!! When I e-mailed her I had to share this story with her:
This is exactly the second time in my life I have ever won anything. The first time was a radio station give-away of a cd of a (then) "unknown, up-and-coming group" The Roots. When i heard this on the radio I was like "HE-LLO! They are NOT unknown! I know them! I've listened to them on 'underground' stuff and I LOOOOOOOOOVE them!" So I dialed and apparently I was the only one who called and I won the cd. Which I still have. Which I still looove. My favorite song on that album is "Break You Off". Just FYI. Like you care...
But I won some cute Baby Legs which I am going to put on my boy ASAP because these skinned knees? Not my thing. My son's perfect skin is being mangled every time he trips. And with this weather he is dressed in shorts all day, or as I saw one day when i got to the babysitter to pick him up: in a diaper.
So thanks Mama C-Ta. I will take pics of Little Man with them on.


To those here visiting from Mama C-Ta's site, Welcome! I'm nothing special, but enjoy your stay.




Tuesday, June 20, 2006

*****FUMING*****(UPDATED)

It's been beautiful all day today, sun shining, everyone walking around in shorts and smiling. I've been sitting here with my floor-to-ceiling windows having to witness it all.
The clock just struck five, the clouds came.
There was a loud bang- it was thunder.
It is now raining.
Figures.


Updated next morning:
How the hell did we end up with a hail storm last night? We were at the babysitters getting the baby, when the sky literally cracked open and the rain was coming down like someone was holding a garden hose directly on top of us. You couldn't see a thing, and then on the drive home (which usually only takes five minutes) HAIL started coming down, pelting the windows, bringing down branches and causing zero visibility. Little Man wasn't scared, I was. Daddy was laughing, it was just ridiculous how bad it got with no warning. You couldn't even see where the sidewalk was because of all the sudden flooding. So half an hour later we get home, i turn on the news and there is nothing about the storm. Five minutes later it stopped raining. Ten minutes later they put a Severe Thunderstorm Warning on the screen for my part of the state. They're really on top of things aren't they?

Are you carrying on?

And waiting for my post on Import Wars?
Well, I will have to upload the pics tonight, because I still haven't done it. (Boooooooooo!) But worry not, because the pics aren't even of cars. Heh, how's that for suspense?
Import Wars was better than last year, and I say this every year because it just gets better and better. The only difference was that Daddy didn't get to run his car because most of its motor is sitting in my kitchen enjoying the breeze. My sister's boyfriend ran his, and he got down the quarter mile in 12.8 seconds at 105 mph. For those in the know: that's good. Well, to me it is, he felt he could have done better and as soon as we got back home he was already making plans on things to change and tinker with. A few of Daddy's friends made good times, one guy went down in 14.7- and that was with cracked valves! (Which he didn't know about, and his whole car could have just died, but thankfully it didn't.) Another made it down in 9.9 at 147 mph! There were no crashes this year, and I don't think anybody's car even broke down. It was hooooooooot in New Hampshire, I had put on the baby's sunblock (SPF 50) so I wouldn't burn, I haven't been out in the sun like that in a good two years. But we had fun. The event didn't end until 9:30-10 and we got home about one in the morning.
The baby enjoyed his stay with my mother. She and my sister took him to my aunt's house down in the woods for a cook-out and he was ecstatic with the toys they had. My cousin has a boy about a year older than Little Man, so there were things there he could enjoy. My mother had no complaints (as she usually does) and didn't even call me at 8 in the morning telling me to go get him. I picked him up at about ten, and he was NAPPING!!!!!!! She told me he had been up playing since six. So I just sat there and chatted with her until he woke up. If I had known he was going to be sleeping, I would have stayed home in bed a little while longer...
The pictures I am going to post here are inspired by Dawn and her trip to the Unholy Mecca. I give full credit to her, because never would I have thought "Hey, I'm going to take a picture of this chick's outfit and post it on th net!" There were some RIDICULOUSLY dressed females over there, and I took pics of a few just to give you guys a look at what I was exposed to while I was there. And these weren't even chicks from NH, I see one of them all the time in my own city. And she dresses like this all the time. Ugh, I can't wait to show you guys.
So you will have to wait, again.
I do apologize.
Or is it really a ploy to get you to keep coming back??? Thinking The world may never know.* Roll

*Anybody know where that's from???







Monday, June 19, 2006

Coming Soon:

A post about the Import Wars.
And pictures.
For now:
NOTHING.
Carry on.

Friday, June 16, 2006

From the Black Hole of Death

I'm at The Other Office right now. Hmph. No, the Other Admin didn't up and quit, I have to pick Little Man up at 2:30 because the babysitter "forgot" about an appt. she had today. So instead of having me run around the whole city to pick the Other Admin up and bring her to my office (she doesn't have a car), we decided I would just work half the day here, and the Other Admin could spend the day at my office. Since the Head Admin is here until five, it just makes sense.
So I get to leave in an hour and a half. YAY!
Daddy and I are heading to New Hampshire tomorrow, to see Import Wars. It's fun, you get to see all these custom cars race for the best time on the track. I love watching, Daddy is going to see what the competition is, he looooves racing. He will be out there soon, giddy with the knowledge that he has a fast car, too. Little Man will be spending the night at my mother's, she is already all excited and planning stuff. She hasn't had him spend the night in a while.
I don't have much else to write. It's Friday, it's beautiful out...I already can't wait to leave. I think I'm going to take Little Man for ice cream before we pick up Daddy from work...
Have a great weekend. Happy Father's Day to all the Daddies out there. (Latteman)

***I've been looking around in this computer...I have my work cut out for me, nothing is where it should be and there are a lot of old files that should have been taken out months ago...Ugh. It's going to be a busy couple of weeks when I move here.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Is there an Absent Father's Day?

Girl With Gum So I don't know what to do for Father's Day...for my father. He left when I was three...forgot birthdays and Christmas for years, and I swear he still spells my name wrong. My mother tries to cover for him saying that he spells it the way they were thinking of spelling it, but I think that's bullshit. Whatever. Anyway, a few years ago he bought me a car and I guess in his book, that made everything okay. Not in mine. Yeah, I make an effort to call him once in a while, and I actually called him on his birthday this year (see Dad, it's not THAT hard to remember a birthday...) but I don't know if I feel comfortable sending him a card or a gift to celebrate what he hasn't been to me for years.





Wednesday, June 14, 2006

How to make my heart STOP BEATING:

Come into the office, tell me "There are going to be some changes in this office, I really need to speak to you. Hang on let me get this call..." and proceed into the conference room for a half hour. That is what my bossman did to me yesterday afternoon.
Now, my heart stopped beating because the first thought that came into my mind was "Oh shit he's closing this office, keeping the other one and now I'm out of a job." Compared to the Other Office, we are crap. We have nine agents here, most of whom work out of their home anyway, so I'm basically just here by myself most of the day. The Other Office has about twenty some-odd agents, most of which actually work in the office for most of the day. That is why the Other Office has two admins. They need them.
When my boss called me into the conference room, I was on the verge of tears, thinking the worst; I have to call Daddy. How fast can I find another job? What if I can't find another job?
My boss was very serious as he started speaking...
"Well, I've decided I need to make some changes. We are letting The Other Admin go. You are going to the Other Office and the Head Admin is coming to this office."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Holy shit.
All I could do was nod, waiting for him to continue.
"I like the way you work, and I think you can handle the Other Office by yourself, you have a great organization system here, you deal with the people with confidence and even when they want to walk all over you I can see that you handle yourself well. I want you working closer to me, because I think that you can go places. The Other Admin is very shy, blah blah blah, details details details, and the Head Admin needs to be somewhere slower, blah blah blah."
But I hate the Other Office, I love the people that are here now that The Asshole is gone...
"I'm going to give you a dollar raise..."
I can learn to love it...

I have two weeks left in this office. Two weeks before I move to a busier, disorganized, louder environment. Two weeks before my days become more hectic because I have to apply my "organizational skills" to their filing system and computer files...along with do all the paperwork and phonecalls...
Now I really have to connect my computer at home to stay in touch with all of you, because I don't know how much time I will have to be here during the day. (Oh how I will miss that!)
The good news is that now I will have more stories of the crazies that come in, call, and there will be more agents to talk about.
I'm sorry about the Other Admin having to go, but I'm glad someone noticed me.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

What the hell is with these kids?!?!?!?

My son has become deaf to my voice. Only mine.
He has always tested me and my limits when I ask him to do something (or should I say to NOT do something) but has usually listened. Now if I tell him not to do something: "Little Man do NOT put that in your mouth." "Little Man, do NOT get into the tub with your clothes on." (Which he does, whether there is water in it or not, I have to lock the bathroom door now even if no one is in it.) Anyway, it's like a direct order to GO DO IT. So whatever he has in his hand goes into his mouth, (rocks, dirt, lint, ugh!!!) What gets me is now, when I call him to change his diaper, or to get him ready for a bath or bed he continues on like I never said a word. I call out more loudly, and yesterday ended up screaming at him, I was so frustrated!!! But bring Daddy into the picture, or my sister, and they only have to make their requests once. It pisses me off to no end...
I don't know what to do. His hearing is fine, it just tunes my voice out. WHAT THE FUUUUUUUCK????

***P.S Thank you guys who responded to yesterday's post. Stupid blogger won't let me post a comment, so I'll say it here: I spoke to her again and she said they're "fine." I have to accept that answer, even though I know she is scared and probably walking on eggshells hoping for the incident not to repeat itself... I will keep all of your comments in mind IF it does happen again, and I will do my best to help her in any way I can. As I said, my couch is pretty comfy for guests...

Monday, June 12, 2006

Late last night-

Me. Her.
These conversation posts seem to be taking over, but what better way to present them to you than to put you right in the moment? Not that you'd want to be in this one...
*phone ringing*
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Her voice is quiet, shaky, like she's crying but doesn't want to let me know.
Are you okay?
*sobbing*. No. *more sobbing*. He hit me.
Holy shit...
Shhhh....
What happened?
I don't know...he came into the kitchen and slapped me and when I tried to grab the baby and leave the house he did it again.
Where are you?
In the bathroom. He took the baby and the car keys into our room and locked the door. Says if I leave-even if it's just to get air that I will only be able to come back to pack my shit up. I want to get the baby and get the hell out. I don't need this.
...........
We weren't even arguing, he was going to go to the store and I said something out the window- I wasn't even saying anything for an argument, but he came back in and...God, how the hell did it get like this?
Do you want me to come get you?
No I won't leave without the baby. And I don't want to make this bigger than it is.
I just don't know what to do...
Christ.
I think he's sleeping but I know he will wake up if I try to get in the room and get the baby and the keys.
What are you going to do?
What choice do I have? Go to sleep...hope he isn't angry tomorrow...
Are you sure you don't want me to go get you???
No, no...no. I'm sure. I'm going to bed. It'll be fine tomorrow.

I hung up the phone not knowing what to do. Should I go there anyway? Should I risk getting her husband angry at her, and possibly causing her to get "slapped" again? She has never mentioned any of this before, has it happened before? I called her this morning, she was better. She said she would call me after work...
Maybe I can set the couch in the living room up for a visitor...

Friday, June 09, 2006

See....

I'm not the only one who hears the wrong thing!

Mike goes into an elevator, looks up and sees this great big huge guy standing next to him. The big guy sees the little guy staring at him, looks down and says, "7 feet tall, 350 lbs, 20 inch penis, testicles 3 lbs each, Turner Brown." Mike just faints dead away and falls to the floor. The big dude kneels down and brings him to, by slapping his face and shaking him. He asks, "Are you OK??" In a very weak voice Mike says, "Excuse me, but what did you just say to me?" The big dude says, "When I saw the curious look on your face, I just figured I'd give you the answers to the questions everyone always asks me. "I'm 7 feet tall, weigh 350 lbs, have a 20 inch penis, my testicles weigh 3 lbs each, and my name is Turner Brown." Mike said, "Oh Thank God!!! I thought you said 'Turn Around!'"

A conversation:

Daddy. Me.
Okay? Ready?

You know .T. told me that he hasn't slept with .I. for over a year...
What? How the hell did you guys start talking about that? Don't you think I would know better than to ask this question???
Well, he said she was leaving with the kids to visit her mother in Puerto Rico for two months and I told him he better make sure he gets some lovin' before she goes and he said he wasn't even worried about that...that he hasn't has sex with her since she was pregnant with the twins.
Daddy, the twins are TEN MONTHS OLD.
I know.
How can it be?
They've been together for like 9 years...I guess there at that point.
What point? The point where they STOP HAVING SEX? There is a CUT-OFF POINT???
Yeah, well...
Bullshit. So, okay, if there's a cut-off point, and they are there, then that means we're reaching our cut-off point, too...
He's laughing at this point, and we're both dramatically adding the time we've been together. He counts a whole year more than I do.
Stop cheating, you just want to cut me off sooner.
You're cheating, you just don't want me to cut you off.
Both laughing.
Whatever. So, just in case I forget the cut-off point you'll have to remind me like a few months ahead so I can start looking for a pool boy.
You can't have a pool boy, we don't have a pool.
I'm buying a kiddie pool for Little Man.
...

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Wait-

Who gives a shit about my pain? There were two wonderful and beautiful babies born yesterday... send some love.
I'm sitting here crying tears of absolute joy that both babies arrived, but mostly at the fact that Victoria Anne is here and safe, and Cecily is safe...Cec has had such a hard journey, but it's done. Her family has grown, and I'm ecstatic for them.
Oh, and they share a wonderful birthday with another great kid, Little Daddy turned five yesterday.
Congrats, ladies. You both look beautiful and happy (!) in your pics with your new babies!

I may need a med-alert bracelet!

I'm injured. Who the hell knows how it happened, but I've got this pain that just came out of no where yesterday. It hurts! (Did you read the treatments? Or how they go about checking the coccyx??? "You're putting that where??? Hell No!")
I have the tendency to crack my own back by twisting my torso one way and then the other, and apparently (in my opinion) I must have twisted too much. I didn't fall and I didn't give birth in the last couple of days, so I can't think of anything else that would have done this. If the pain doesn't go away by tomorrow, then I'll be paying the doc a visit. I would like to avoid any foreign instruments going into my ass, thank you. (Uh-oh, here come more starnge google hits.)
Little Man was getting a kick out of it yesterday, I was laying on the couch (with an ice-pack down my pants...very attractive) and he would go do something he knows he shouldn't be doing. I tried threatening "Little Man, don't make me get up..." Yeah, after a while he figured out I couldn't get up, so there was mass destruction going on until Daddy came home.
Daddy tried massage but after a while I just said "Dude, you just want to rub my ass..." The massage helped a bit but the pain kinda felt worse after that. Before bed he got me a hot water bottle, which also made it feel better, but then when I took the bottle off it felt worse again.
So can you picture me driving? And sitting here at my office? Totally leaning on my left cheek, because it is the most painless way to sit right now...
Glad I could entertain you.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

(sigh)

I have a question for those who have an answer.

DO YOU MAKE ANY MONEY OFF THE ADS ON YOUR PAGE?

I've been thinking on putting ads here (have i said that before?) but I don't want to bother if they aren't going to do anything. I know I don't have too many readers, does that matter when placing ads? I just want some extra cash, really, because as I said in my "I want another baby" whine, we are finally comfortable. We get by. But we still only have one car, and Daddy's car is sitting in our yard red-neck stlye with no motor. All the pieces to the motor can be found in our yard, and some even in my house. (Yes I said IN, as in IN MY KITCHEN, AND HALLWAY. GRR) (SPM- I told you. I will have to take pics.) There are some misc. pieces that are needed to finish rebuilding the motor, we just can't afford to buy them AND pay the guy who is going to help Daddy with the motor. (Daddy is gifted when it comes to cars, but come on, a whole motor by himself?)
So any advice on making some extra money with this (Yes, supermom I will be checkng your site out) will be appreciated. Or I'll have start selling clothes and body parts on E-bay. I don't really need this appendix...

Because I'm exhausted-

you get a lazy post about the movie...without giving too much away.
The Break-Up was the only movie premiering last weekend, and a friend of Daddy's and his soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend wanted to go out before she went away. I thought it was going to be impossible, as I never want the babysitter having Little Man any more than she already does, and I hate asking my mother to take him unless it's for something important. Guess what showing they wanted to go to?

The midnight show.

Why?
Because she got out of work at Eleven.
Hello! I'm not awake at eleven on any given day, let alone coherent enough to spend money on a movie and WATCH IT!
I dropped my Little Man off at my mother's at nine, went home and took a nap. Yes, I had to take a nap before going to the theater, how sad am I? PLease take into consideration that any and every movie I saw when I was pregnant I have no memory of because I fell asleep every time. Daddy told me how many times he would look over at me and want to laugh because I was paying the theater nine bucks to nap in their stadium seats. (Which are not comfortable by any means.)
Okay, way off track...
The movie...
I liked it because it made me laugh at what we (men & women) go through during a break-up. We do some crazy shit, like trying to make the other jealous...it was very funny to look at it from the outside. (Not funny when we are actually going through it...) I like Vince Vaughn, he's funny. Jennifer Aniston- I will always see her as a Friend, but her character didn't give me the Friend vibe I thought it was. I think I liked it because of the reality of break-ups...though I imagine I would not be living with a person I just broke up with...
The different point-of-views help you understand that you're not the only one with the crazy psycho thoughts during a rough time.
I hated the very end. I guess I wanted the opposite to happen, and it didn't, so i hated it but it was realistic. Not everything has a happy ending in real life, right? (Did that give the ending away? Sorry...)
And I stayed awake through the whole thing! Yay me!
If this post sucked ass and the "review" of the movie didn't make any sense, I say: read the title of this post. I'm exhausted. I'm surprised I can speak in complete sentences today.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Some Mumbles.

I was going to write today. And then I got busy...so I am floating by...
  • Um...EEEWWWWW. Wondering if it's true, wouldn't surprise me if it is.
  • AN AMBER ALERT!!!!! Anyone in the Texas area, please keep your eyes out for the freakazoid bitch that took the cute baby.
  • Nita, where the hell are you? I can't get on your page...are you still away? Don't make me start e-mailing you...When are we hitting the mall/park with the kiddos? (Tuesday, any idea what's up? Anybody? Bueller?)
  • Daddy and I went to go see The Break-Up on Saturday night. Good movie. Funny as hell. More on that later.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Random and Unrelated

  • What is the difference between brown eggs and white eggs? (Besides their color. I'm not THAT stupid.) My mother made a face when she saw I had brown eggs in my fridge, told me she only liked cooking white eggs. Is my mother racist against the chickens?! LOL. Do you have a preference? Is there really a difference? (I might end up googling it just to see what I find.)
  • What a nightmare. Really, who can live with themselves after killing a five year old? Rot in hell, bastards.
  • Someone sent me an e-mail telling me that the end of the world is next Tuesday 06-06-06. Just like the end of the world was going to be at the mark of the new millenium. If it ends, it ends, if it doesn't, it doesn't. Stop trying to scare me. I wish I could remember who sent me the e-mail so I could yell at them.
  • I never watch T.V anymore, but I just read that the remake of The Omen is coming out on Tuesday. I'm thinking on telling Daddy we should go see that. I love scary movies.
  • How pissed would you be if you woke up and saw this? Someone would have to die if it were me... (I'm going to have to remind my sister not to fall asleep at the beach...)

A New Baby

Gavin is here!!! Mommy and baby are doing well, she was on bedrest for a while, but he's here! Send her some love and a congrats. It's been a very hard journey for them.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

HA!

I THOUGHT it was allergies...

but now I'm losing my voice. HELLO! I need my voice, I answer phones all day! Business Woman
I'm sure you're tired of hearing of illnesses, but I had the worst coughing fit last night. I'm surprised I got any sleep. No more stuffy head, no more headache, just hurting lungs after the fit last night and now almost no voice.

OH! Something great has happened- my son no longer calls Elmo "lala". (He got "lala" from the song in case you didn't quite get that...) The other day he comes up to me holding one of his Elmo videos out and said "Melmo?" Cutest thing ever. I nearly melted. I kept asking him "Who?' just to hear him say it again. We're heading towards more talking! He says full sentences...in Chinese. We're trying to get an interpretor over to translate for us.