First things first...everybody else and their mom is posting this video on their blog, so I figured I'd better jump on the bandwagon. Besides, it's pretty funny. I had a good laugh about it.
My dog is a twitchy bitch. Or at least that's what I just called her because she will NOT STOP PACING. Go lay down! Ok, good. Obviously writing that on my blog works better than saying it to her face.
Tonight Brien and I got to go to dinner...without Kathryn! Thank you Aunt Rachael! What a wonderful experience to be able to eat your meal without worrying about the K.I.D. chucking food at the other restaurant patrons. Or screaming at the top of her lungs. I mean, we were actually able to enjoy ourselves and talk. We need to do that more often.
And now I think I'll be heading to bed. Yes, at 8:30. I blame the margarita I had with dinner. I could never handle my alcohol very well and now that I'm a mother and rarely drink, one beverage floors me.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
highlight of my day
Cleaning out my daughter's humidifier cool mist vaporizer. I had a fabulous time, obsessively checking it every five minutes to see all of the crap that the vinegar was dissolving inside of it. Mmmm, crusty hard water deposits.
Yes, I'm a sicko. And I need to find a hobby. Pronto.
Yes, I'm a sicko. And I need to find a hobby. Pronto.
survey says...
Ear infection. Even better, double ear infection. 10 days of amoxicillin and she'll be as good as new. Hopefully. Last time she was on antibiotics trying to get it down her was the biggest pain in the ass. Flailing and screaming and spewing of the medication back in her father's face.
This time I used my noggin. I got the antibiotic flavored. When I asked the pharmacist to do this, he was like, uh, it's already flavored. Smells like cherry. Yeah, and the standard, amoxicillin cherry flavoring tastes like ASS. Just flavor the damn medicine. Make my life easier.
This time I used my noggin. I got the antibiotic flavored. When I asked the pharmacist to do this, he was like, uh, it's already flavored. Smells like cherry. Yeah, and the standard, amoxicillin cherry flavoring tastes like ASS. Just flavor the damn medicine. Make my life easier.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
lucky me
My kid is sick. For what feels like the 500th time this year. Which is saying a lot, considering we're not even in to February. We'll be heading to the doctor tomorrow morning to rule out an ear infection because she's been pulling on her ears like mad.
Ahhh yes, the glamorous life of a stay at home mom.
Ahhh yes, the glamorous life of a stay at home mom.
Monday, January 21, 2008
today...
Brien continued work on the bathroom. One quarter of the slate is in place and grouted. Tomorrow the vanity will be installed. This means I only have one more night brushing my teeth at the kitchen sink. Amazing. I was expecting a whole year.
I didn't do a damn thing. Maybe that's because if I tried to leave the room for more than five seconds, my kid started screaming like a banshee. I tried to do some laundry, but I only got through one load. Yeah, I need to get a little more motivated about the housework. And Kathryn needs to get over the separation anxiety. Or teething. Or whatever her problem is. It's draining my energy and and making me a wee bit more impatient than I already am. And if you know me, you know that I don't have much patience to begin with.
We did the barbecue thing with the family. You know, for Martin Luther King Day. And like the nerd I am, I was like, hey guys, I started posting on my blog again. And my brother-in-law says, oh yeah, what's the address again? Spastic Rack? And we all laughed because how cool would it be to have that domain? Seriously, you could totally have an animated GIF of jiggling boobs as your header. Nice.
I didn't do a damn thing. Maybe that's because if I tried to leave the room for more than five seconds, my kid started screaming like a banshee. I tried to do some laundry, but I only got through one load. Yeah, I need to get a little more motivated about the housework. And Kathryn needs to get over the separation anxiety. Or teething. Or whatever her problem is. It's draining my energy and and making me a wee bit more impatient than I already am. And if you know me, you know that I don't have much patience to begin with.
We did the barbecue thing with the family. You know, for Martin Luther King Day. And like the nerd I am, I was like, hey guys, I started posting on my blog again. And my brother-in-law says, oh yeah, what's the address again? Spastic Rack? And we all laughed because how cool would it be to have that domain? Seriously, you could totally have an animated GIF of jiggling boobs as your header. Nice.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
hey, at least the toilet still works
As stated previously, Brien tore apart the front bathroom today.
The before. The craptastic, poop brown particle board vanity. Sadly, our kitchen has the same cabinetry. Maybe that will be remedied. Someday. When we win the lottery.
The destruction, most of which was done during my daughter's nap. Her bedroom is right across from the bathroom. I am still amazed that she didn't wake up. Seriously, the kid stirs if someone whispers too loud.
The new vanity.
And sink! I want to have this sink's babies.
We got the vanity, sink and faucet off of Craigslist for $100. Which is an awesome deal, considering buying the same set at IKEA would have been well over $300. Of course, it wasn't the exact vanity I wanted and I tend to be a picky bitch, but I'll get over it. I think.
Owww, the blue. It burns the eyes! Even better, here it's enhanced by the orange towels I bought a few weeks ago. Did you know that blue and orange are complimentary colors? Exactly why I bought these towels. Because gaudy is my middle name. And I was feeling exceptionally obnoxious that day.
The before. The craptastic, poop brown particle board vanity. Sadly, our kitchen has the same cabinetry. Maybe that will be remedied. Someday. When we win the lottery.
The destruction, most of which was done during my daughter's nap. Her bedroom is right across from the bathroom. I am still amazed that she didn't wake up. Seriously, the kid stirs if someone whispers too loud.
The new vanity.
And sink! I want to have this sink's babies.
We got the vanity, sink and faucet off of Craigslist for $100. Which is an awesome deal, considering buying the same set at IKEA would have been well over $300. Of course, it wasn't the exact vanity I wanted and I tend to be a picky bitch, but I'll get over it. I think.
Owww, the blue. It burns the eyes! Even better, here it's enhanced by the orange towels I bought a few weeks ago. Did you know that blue and orange are complimentary colors? Exactly why I bought these towels. Because gaudy is my middle name. And I was feeling exceptionally obnoxious that day.
the first single (you know me)
I got the song.
Now I should go clean the kitchen. Or brush my teeth. Or something. Yeah something. I just gotta get myself over me.
Now I should go clean the kitchen. Or brush my teeth. Or something. Yeah something. I just gotta get myself over me.
baby poop blue
This morning, I'm still having issues with iTunes. I can't even connect to the damn store. I mean, seriously, I should be the person least likely to have issues with iTunes. I'm using a Mac for crissakes. For the love of God, LET ME CONNECT!
I suppose I should be trying to do some thing more constructive than cursing at iTunes all morning. Brien is in route to his mother's house with Kathryn and will be back shortly to start tearing apart the front bathroom. This means that I will probably be brushing my teeth at the kitchen sink for the next 2 months, but if I can have that damn bathroom any color than the awful blue it has been for the past 4 years, I'll do it. Why can't you brush your teeth in your master bathroom, you might be asking yourself. Because that bathroom has been under construction since before Kathryn was born and we do every thing backasswards around these parts.
Perhaps I should take a picture of the shit ass blue paint. Just for fun, you know. Because I'm so going to miss it when it's gone. I think I just shed a tear. Heh.
I suppose I should be trying to do some thing more constructive than cursing at iTunes all morning. Brien is in route to his mother's house with Kathryn and will be back shortly to start tearing apart the front bathroom. This means that I will probably be brushing my teeth at the kitchen sink for the next 2 months, but if I can have that damn bathroom any color than the awful blue it has been for the past 4 years, I'll do it. Why can't you brush your teeth in your master bathroom, you might be asking yourself. Because that bathroom has been under construction since before Kathryn was born and we do every thing backasswards around these parts.
Perhaps I should take a picture of the shit ass blue paint. Just for fun, you know. Because I'm so going to miss it when it's gone. I think I just shed a tear. Heh.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
now I'm bitchy
Oh my God, two posts in less than two hours. Hell hath frozen over!
iTunes is making me mad. All I want is one song. ONE SONG! And I can't download it. Now I'm really going to put my head through the wall. Or perhaps just go to sleep because it's way past my bedtime. At 10:30. On a Saturday night. Me = laaaaame.
I'm thinking I don't want to give iTunes my money anyway and I will just bitch jack the song from Elizabeth the next time I see her because I'm pretty sure she's got the CD I'm looking for. Unless it went with John to the far reaches of the earth. Then I will get stuck throwing away $0.99. And Brien will yell at me because that will just break the bank.
Yeah, seriously, bed. NOW. If I get enough sleep, perhaps my next post will be a little more coherent and meaningful, but I'm not making any guarantees.
iTunes is making me mad. All I want is one song. ONE SONG! And I can't download it. Now I'm really going to put my head through the wall. Or perhaps just go to sleep because it's way past my bedtime. At 10:30. On a Saturday night. Me = laaaaame.
I'm thinking I don't want to give iTunes my money anyway and I will just bitch jack the song from Elizabeth the next time I see her because I'm pretty sure she's got the CD I'm looking for. Unless it went with John to the far reaches of the earth. Then I will get stuck throwing away $0.99. And Brien will yell at me because that will just break the bank.
Yeah, seriously, bed. NOW. If I get enough sleep, perhaps my next post will be a little more coherent and meaningful, but I'm not making any guarantees.
not bitchy, just boring
Is it totally sad when your husband is in the next room and you can't talk in person? No, instead you're chatting over AIM about Jamie from MythBusters and how he looks like certain cats. I think it's even more pathetic that my college roommate and I used to chat when we were sitting just a few feet from each other.
So here's a debate...which was the better chat program - AIM or ICQ? Brien and I were discussing this tonight. We agreed we loved ICQ, especially the "uh oh!" I was on that program most of my college career. Although I did start to favor AIM. And that bastard of a program fried my computer right before I went home for spring break my junior year. But then I met Brien and my computer problems were finally behind me. Seriously, I think I broke a computer for every year I spent at NAU. Except by senior year, Brien had built me a new, improved one. And then we left Windows behind completely. We're a Linux/Leopard household now.
If you didn't notice, I've been reminiscing a lot about the past lately, especially the college years. The good, the bad and the ugly. And some times it makes me feel like putting my head through the wall.
I'm being absolutely random and no, I'm not drunk. Am I ever drunk anymore? Ha, that's a good one. Just got a lot of stuff in my head. I think it might be good for my mental health to start posting here again.
So here's a debate...which was the better chat program - AIM or ICQ? Brien and I were discussing this tonight. We agreed we loved ICQ, especially the "uh oh!" I was on that program most of my college career. Although I did start to favor AIM. And that bastard of a program fried my computer right before I went home for spring break my junior year. But then I met Brien and my computer problems were finally behind me. Seriously, I think I broke a computer for every year I spent at NAU. Except by senior year, Brien had built me a new, improved one. And then we left Windows behind completely. We're a Linux/Leopard household now.
If you didn't notice, I've been reminiscing a lot about the past lately, especially the college years. The good, the bad and the ugly. And some times it makes me feel like putting my head through the wall.
I'm being absolutely random and no, I'm not drunk. Am I ever drunk anymore? Ha, that's a good one. Just got a lot of stuff in my head. I think it might be good for my mental health to start posting here again.
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