100th post…

And it is time for whining.

I can feel your excitement through the screen.

I started writing this yesterday (with pen and paper!). I was in a really bad mood and I just wrote down whatever came into my head at the moment.


I can’t think.
Or spell.
Or write pretty.
I hate technical writing sometimes.
Too bad that is my job.
I want to go home and sleep.
I also want to magically lose 50 pounds without any effort.
I want my upper arm flab to disappear.
But I don’t want Madonna-scary looking arms either.
Shudder.
I want my pores to shrink into non-existence.
I’m 29 and I am so sick of having acne like a teenager.
I want someone to come and finish the downstairs of my house free of charge.
I’d also like someone to buy me a water softener.
And a gas-guzzling SUV that seats up to 7 passengers.
And a pony.
A pretty, pretty, pink pony named Sparkles.
With a custom made saddle.
And some matching boots.
I want a haircut that doesn’t make me look like the Little Dutch Boy.
I want the circles under my eyes to go away.
I am tired of looking like I lost a fight with Mike Tyson.
At least I haven’t had my ear bitten off.
I have had my butt chewed though.
That is almost the same thing, isn’t it?
I hate it when my boss comes in and starts screaming at me when he is really upset at someone else, but I just happen to be the closest target.
I hate it that the cleaning staff only empties the garbage can every other day.
I want a professional manicure and pedicure.
But I don’t want to endure The Husband’s teasing.
I have to still buy toys for Christmas.
Given the list of things The Kids want, I need about 10K to pay for it all.
I think they will get maybe 4 toys each.
And some clothes.
Because Mama loves clothes.
And shoes.
I need some chocolate.
I like the taste of Big Red gum.
But I don’t like how it seems to burn the top layer of my tongue off.
Tongue always looks like it is spelled wrong.
I found boogers smeared on the wall in The Kids’ bathroom.
I did not enjoy cleaning it up.
I still want a pony.
And I think I need a princess hat too.
I got a new calling at church.
I am not happy about it.
I don’t teach 3 and 4 year olds anymore.
Now I teach adults.
Why do people think I like teaching so much?
I really don’t think I do a good job at it.
If I did, I would have become a teacher instead of an engineer.
Maybe.
Teachers’ paychecks suck.
I like the money I earn.
Too bad most of it goes to pay for daycare and my student loans.
I wish someone could pay that off for me.
I wish it would hurry up and snow.
I am sick of the gloomy in-between fall and winter weather time.
Not that I am anxious to drive on the ice.
That is another word that looks like it is spelled wrong.
Anxious.
And ornery.
That isn’t spelled like it is pronounced at all.
I like saying the word spatula sometimes.
I don’t know why.
Cry.
Sigh.
Hi.
By.


Yeah, clearly I need the help of a professional. Anybody know anyone good (read: cheap)? :)

happy halloween...

honey, we need to talk...

The Girl was helping me "fold" the laundry last night. The Boy was flopped on the bed watching Animal Planet pretending to be deaf while I pleaded with him to put his own crap clothes away. The Husband was on the phone setting up churchy-type appointments.

The Girl decided that she needed to try on one of my bras.

"Look Mama! I've got boobs!"

Without taking his eyes off of the TV, The Boy pipes up "No you don't. Now, Pamela Anderson, she's got boobs!"

I gasp in shock and sputter "Where the heck did you learn about Pamela Anderson's boobs?!"

The Boy replies "Dad. It was a male bonding session, Mom. You wouldn't understand."

Honey, we've got to talk.

i want chocolate...

I want this chocolate. The Chocolate Chip Waffle lady (the wonderful Terresa) is having a give-a-way! And I want to win. so. bad. I need chocolate now. Especially with the whole broken dishwasher thing. So go enter. But not really, because I want to win.

why, oh why...

Our dishwasher has died. Because the city we live in has some of the hardest water in the state. The pipes and tubes and everything has filled up with crap from the water. There is no hope. So we have to buy a new one. Which will be ruined in 3 years if we don't get a water softener. Crap.

Would anybody care to donate to my water softener fund? Please?!

randomness in a totally not random way…

Because I never have posts that are seriously lacking in continuity. Nope. No, sir. Not I.

I have been working “overtime” all week making up for the 2 days I was out with sick kiddos. So instead of working a 40 hour week, I’ll have done a 50 hour week in the same amount of time. Having to get up at 4 AM (as opposed to my usual 5) is pure torture. I hope my children appreciate what I go through to ensure that they can stay home for their entire Christmas break instead of having to spend part of it at the daycare because Mommy ran out of personal leave.

I didn’t get much rest over the weekend. On Friday we went to my mom’s house to help her chop and stack a cord of wood. Saturday was spent getting the grocery shopping done, getting The Kids to 2 different birthday parties, and doing laundry. I finally threw the last load into the washer at 1 AM. While I was folding the last batch of dry clothes, I was watching Ovation TV and a special about Aaron Copland came on (The Husband feigned interest for 5 minutes and then passed out). They had some symphony play parts of “Appalachian Spring”. When I was a senior in high school, we played a “Tribute to Aaron Copland”. I had a solo for the “Appalachian Spring” section of the song. So, being the dork that I am, I ran downstairs and popped a video of various band concerts (Cat made it for me a couple of years ago) into the player so I could compare my performance to the symphony on Ovation TV. I was awesome. But I couldn’t just listen to one song. Oh, no, I had to watch the whole concert (I had forgotten that we had also played a medley of Top Gun songs. Were we an awesome band or what?!). And then I had to watch the rest of the tape of marching band (Cat was seriously rockin' jr. drum major) and jazz band performances. Then I had to watch the 2nd tape of even more symphonic, marching, and jazz band events (yes, I have two tapes of band stuff from high school…I am not ashamed). This tape also showed a bunch of us goofing off (and me holding hand and such with 2 ex-boyfriends....I am ashamed of that). By time I had finished, it was 5 in the morning. So, instead of going to bed like a sensible person, I watched the tapes again, this time with my high school scrapbook on my lap so I could reminisce even further. I know I went to church, but I can’t tell you what happened. Afterwards, instead of taking a nap, The Kids and I watched NCIS episodes. Nothing like sharing murder and gore with your 8 and almost 5 year old to invite the Spirit of the Lord into your home, I always say. The kids went to bed at 8 and I got to bed around 10. And then I got up at 4 to begin the aforementioned overtime. Do I know how to punish my body or what?

We are going to go to Lagoon on Saturday for Frightmares…that is if the children behave themselves and don’t lose their chance to go. I have no qualms about leaving them home and going without them.

The Kids have picked out their Halloween costumes. The Boy is going to be Darth Vader (oh, he makes me proud) and The Girl is going to be Minnie Mouse. I’ve got my house all decorated and I can’t wait for the trick-or-treaters (yes, I realize that is still 2 ½ weeks off…I like being prepared). I’m also all set to start watching all my Halloween cartoons (Mickey’s House of Villains, Garfield’s Halloween Special, It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown, and of course, The Nightmare Before Christmas (which I can never figure out if it is a Halloween or Christmas movie, so I just watch it on both holidays)). I love Halloween.

The Husband and I switched banks. We dumped the evil national bank and have gone with a local credit union. They gave us a credit card that has an 8% fixed interest rate. So we did the old balance transfer thing and got rid of the card that had a 19.99% rate (which was a recent surprise…it used to only have a 12% rate, but it got jacked up last month for no reason other than the credit card company had to make up their losses some how). Our new savings account has a rate of .25%. The rate with the evil national bank? .01%. Oh, I love my credit union.

I got a random email from the old boyfriend last week. It weirded me out a bit. I didn’t tell The Husband about it. Was that wrong?

I made 2 loaves of chocolate chip zucchini bread last night. Yum-o!

And that is it. Sorry. You just can’t expect too much out of a lady who is averaging 3 hours of sleep a night.

do we or don't we?

I hate not knowing if we got the dreaded swine flu. But I love my proactive doctor who gives us prescriptions for Tamiflu anyway. And I also love my insurance company. Because do you know the price of O.N.E. prescription of Tamiflu if you don't have insurance? $138.57. For ONE prescription. I shall never whine about my $20 co-pay again.