Aug 31 2007
so i stole the post title thang from amy… i couldn’t resist b/c i love the movie. you get to guess what it is.
i’ll be off the grid for most of the weekend…happy labor day to you and yours. i think it’s funny that we celebrate labor day by NOT working.
i hope al travels safe to SLC. i hope bridge has an ok weekend working. i hope holli finds her cell phone.
i hope i get some much needed rest. TGIF, all.
xoxo
Aug 29 2007
or something like that. If you can call CV The Wizard. Maybe you can because it’s the type of place that’ll take off in a balloon and leave you stranded, feeling down and in need of a drink (or 6, no wait 10, it’s 3.2 beer…).
My baby brother is getting hitched this weekend and so I’m off to The CV for my annual visit to the fam and Jess and Bridge. I don’t have any other friends there and so get to spend all of my allotted friend time with J and B eating on the deck of The Owl (RIGHT?) and drinking loads of Miller Lite. There will probably be pictures and those two coercing me into putting on make up and such. I’m already steeling myself for it because I know it’s coming. /sigh
It’s always fun, though, so that’s all that matters. I say!
Because it’s my baby brother getting married, I wonder how many times family members will ask about me. The usual “You’re done with school and have a a steady job now. What’s the word in the boy section?”
“You’re next!”
“When will we be doing this for you?”
You get the picture. My standard answer is “never” but they just continue to ask or walk away and ask my mom or sister or brother. All of whom will likely roll their eyes and give some vague answer about how they’re waiting but don’t know when I’ll settle down and ‘find a husband.’
Like it’s a 300 million year old fish fossil, or something.
Anywho- looking forward to my visit, but NOT the drive. Who decided that I should drive anyway? Speak up!
Aug 27 2007
Today was the first day of kindergarten for my daughter. I honestly thought I was going to cry when I dropped her off today. Thankfully I didn’t. Maybe I am just too excited to have some time to myself. Maybe I just realize she is ready. Maybe I am just too excited for her. Maybe it is a combination of all.
My baby is no longer a baby. /sniff
Exactly 26 years ago today (first day of kindergarten) I met Jess. I still remember that moment clearly as if it was happening now. I lived clear out in BFE, and was the first person to be put on the school bus. Jess lived in the town next to BFE, and was the second kid put on the bus. The bus driver sat us across from each other in the back of the bus. I looked over and there she was. We have been friends ever since. It wasn’t until we were in 6th grade that we became best friends, but still… that is a LONG time to be friends. Thank you for putting up with my crap Jess! I became a good friend with Al in 7th grade. This is when all three of us became inseparable. Thank you too Al!
I really hope that my daughter meets a Jess or an Al. Today when she sat down next two a few girls on the story time carpet, I took a good look at the cute girls next to her. I am wondering which of these girls I will end up feeding for the next thirteen years. Will I have to pick them up from the movie theater or the mall? Will I have to bail them out of jail? LOL. All very possible. /wink
Congratulations little girl, your a big girl now!
Aug 26 2007
Aug 23 2007
just doesn’t have the same ring, does it? any guesses as to what sildenafil citrate is?
well if you listen to talk radio or watch tv, you’ll know. thanks to those guitar-strumming, folk singing-ish DORKS, my son SINGS when this ad come on. THANK YOU. nothing better than listening to your eight-year-old son sing “Viva! Viagra! Viva! Viagra! Vivaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Viva!!!! Viiiiiiaaaaagrraaaaaaaa!”
i feel really bad for these guys who do this for a living. the only commercial that is worse is the valtrex one… you know - the one for genital herpes? where the really attractive guy is like, “i’ve got genital herpes.” all matter of fact, in a deep man voice. “but thanks to valtrex, i don’t have to worry about sharing it with her.” and a fabulous looking gal leans in as he puts his arm around her. then they paddle off in their canoe.
as if.
thanks to you, viagra ad campaign managers, i may be faced with discussing erectile dysfunction with my son. maybe you’ll be hearing from my attorney. soon. or maybe not. and thanks to you, valtrex ad manager, genital herpes ALMOST looks fun. those people are in LOVE.
on second thought, my son singing along to the viagra ad is much more G-rated than listening to my daughter and my stepdaughters sing “My Humps.” Fergie, you are ALSO in huge trouble.
it’s been quiet here on this blog lately. bridge was on vacation. al…posts when she gets around to it. and i…well i’ve just plain old been lazy. i’ve been suffering from severe insomnia which has lowered me to the same playing field as a giant bag of douche.
you think i am joking, don’t you? i wish i were, my dear friend. i wish i were.
work’s been rough. it’s strange, but i have an amazingly difficult time concentrating when i don’t get any sleep. go figure.
also…i’m going to serve on the PTA at my kids’ school. they’ve asked me to serve as legislative chair and i want to do something to a- get people to vote and b- get them to vote against vouchers. anyone got any ideas, comments or feedback? i have no idea what the hell i am doing.
i’ve got to go… i have a sleep experiment to try out tonight. stay tuned…
Aug 23 2007
I am back from vacation.
Why does it always seem that you need a vacation from your vacation? It might come from HAVING to unpack and do laundry. Stuff you honestly just wished would dissapear. Anyways, I am exhausted. Mentally and physically just extremely tired. I have unpacked and started on laundry, but I haven’t started working again yet. /sigh I really have no urge to do so either. /wink
Here are some highlights from my trip…
•Northern Utah to Las Vegas is a LONG drive in a car with kids (7-9 hours depending on stops)
•It is even a LONGER drive if someone (my mom) is telling you to drive slower every 20 minutes
•I now like driving Mini Vans… I know Jess hates them, but it was VERY convenient.
•One of my “moms” likes stuff (food and such) inexpensive, the other expensive. See a problem here?
•I didn’t get a break. Not really. My mother-in-law offered to watch my kids when they were asleep so I could gamble (thank you). Problem with this? My mother didn’t leave my side. /sigh Thus the reason I only gambled with $10.
•My son went on a REAL rollercoaster with me. Plus some other scary rides. I will post some of these pictures when my mom lets me borrow her memory card. I didn’t want to take a camera with me to the amusement park.
•Circus Circus rocks if you have kids with you. Trust me.
•No matter how many times I go to Zions National Park, it still takes my breath away.
Aug 19 2007
you open up Fark (the wierd-ish news site) and the first thing you see is an article about pet obesity.
Ought Ow (or however you spell that expression). I’ve been told my cat is overweight, but NOT obese. Does this mean he wouldn’t benefit from the aide of a diet? Probably not. I’m trying to cut his food intake and have been for the past year or so.
Basically what that means for me is that he’s an annoying SOB when I’m around, when it’s 0430 and he thinks it’s time for breakfast, when it’s anytime past 1700 and I haven’t yet gotten home to feed him, when it’s 1200 on a weekend and he’s already eaten his morning portion but still thinks he should get more… you get the picture.
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He’s bitten me, HARD, because I won’t get up before 0630 to feed him. And I mean hard enough to draw blood.
He’s even convinced neighbors that he’s starving and so they’ve fed him. To my great dismay. I’ve had to tell them to stop!
As for exercise, he won’t chase a ball around if I roll it on the floor, but only when he’s in the mood. Just like a cat!
Any suggestions on slimming him down? He’s been on high protein foods (Atkins for cats) and Lite foods. Both of which worked somewhat but not much.
Am I a horrible pet owner for (somewhat) giving in to his food wishes?
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