Curdled milk in the sink plus other unmentionable...
Ugh. Why are boys so gross?!
2010 was a big year. I’m a little sad it’s over. 2010 was the year I got married, the year we bought our house, the year we got a dog. It’s the year I got my first Big Girl job with a Big Girl paycheck, which I somehow managed not to spend on Big Girl shoes, (just wait, my pretties, your time will come). It was a year of big changes, and while they were exciting, I’m ready for 2011 to be a year...
I made this on Tuesday, with a few edits. I added green beans, some left over shell pasta and northern beans and left out the parsnips and mint. I also didn’t serve it over anything because it reduced well with the added pasta. My husband turned his nose up at it, saying he doesn’t like mushy food. Which is pretty much bullshit since he loves Hamburger Helper-the mushiest food ever....
My husband is currently en route to a Gwar concert. I am so happy I’m working tonight.
The Night House →
sometimesagreatnotion: Every day the body works in the fields of the world Mending a stone wall Or swinging a sickle through the tall grass- The grass of civics, the grass of money- And every night the body curls around itself And listens for the soft bells of sleep. But the heart is restless and rises From the body in the middle of the night, Leaves the trapezoidal bedroom With its thick,...
Now that the holidays are mostly over, I’m putting on my MOH hat for serious. My bestie is getting married in May and the first order of MOH business is planning a kick ass bridal shower. The last party I planned was a jungle themed birthday party for my brother when he was in elementary school. He’s 18. The party was complete with animal noses, a safari through the backyard (I was the tour...
Ewww! I thought the 4-D sonogram photos were bad!
Bruno Thoughts Tuesday
“I got a big bone for Christmas! Big bone! Big Bone! Big Bone!” “Give it back Casey!”
Well, that was fun
Christmas weekend was a blur of food, family, and trivial pursuit. I developed and got over a head cold (thanks to some Zicam and dayquil and steady diet of tea, cookies, and everything else imaginable). I succeeded in eating enough of everything this weekend that literally nothing sounds appealing to me anymore. After eight hours in the car and unloading said car, I was so hungry that I was in...
Things I get Irrationally Angry About: Engagement...
Announcing to facebook you’re engaged and then failing to provide a photo of the ring. I want to seeee it.
BlogPost - The Bloggess and the Christmas Gift... →
monkeychow: emphasisadded: Christmas Miracles can be found in the most unlikely of places. Heartwarming. carolinek: And now I cry… This is a beautiful story. I love The Bloggess, and this story is just one of the many reasons I love blogging.
And now with the addition of Fox News and...
File Under: Things I Can't Believe Are Happening
We’re currently watching Eclipse at work. Really? Is this real life?
Bruno Thoughts Tuesday
“I can’t read, but I don’t think any of these presents are for me. I don’t see any squirrel shaped boxes. And nothing smells like biscuits. And I still get stuck wearing a dumb hat. Stupid Christmas.”
It makes me feel old/lame
but my favorite lip balm is still chapstick medicated.
I made a mac and cheese my husband actually admitted he liked. We finished the christmas shopping I cleaned everything but our room Did all the laundry Made two out of the three different double batches of cookie dough i want to take with us to Pittsburgh Made a pot roast Watched the original Tron (well, I attempted. I fell asleep before it ended because I am physcially incapable of laying...
I cringe whenever I see the word “ma’am” in my email. I dislike being called ma’am. We need to develop a word to replace ma’am.
Palm Trees>Pine Trees
Don’t get me wrong, I am totally looking forward to going to Pittsburgh for Christmas. I kinda just wish Pittsburgh was located in Hawaii. Maybe we can start an “every five years we do mele kalikimaka” tradition?
Things Saving My Life Today
Yogi Woman’s Moon Cycle Tea a very forgiving jersey dress very nice and helpful television/radio station contacts, of whom I’ve talked about 50 today thanks to “winter” weather.
Thanks to this comment...
in response to this I think I’ve found my next non ring bearer pillow cross stitch project. Taking orders now.
I just spent half an hour taking photos of the dog for christmas cards. It went remarkably well. He’s becoming old hat at this model stuff.
Bruno Thoughts Tuesday: The Special Lily Edition
“I got your hand! Ah hahahah! Oh. Right. The other dog in the photo, you’re probably wondering about her. That’s Lily. She’s a golden doodle. Doodle being the imperative word. The girl is ca-razy. We met on Thanksgiving. She lives on a farm. With a pond. I didn’t know about the pond. Then we played “chase me chase me” and I found out about the pond. I...
Sleep masks have become imperative to my existence. I used to only use them when I was day sleeping after night shift. Now if I go to bed at a normalish time (10/11/12) and any amount of light seeps into our bedroom I can’t sleep. Last night my husband made fun of me because I got out of bed, cursed the streetlights, and put my mask on. I’m only a few steps away from breathe right...
Someone needs to inform Jane Seymour that this…. …looks like boobs and a butt. Hence, in my house the commercials are mocked incessantly. “Look! It’s the butt jewelry again!” While we’re at it can I write my jewelry stores and tell them I don’t want to wear hearts or keys around my neck? I am not 15. I’m not really all about the J-man, so...
I might try to convince my husband to let me try... →
I currently have the largest, most hurty hangnail IN THE WORLD and it’s making me stabby. Working during the semi-regular power outage/generator tester hooplah=peeing in the dark. More than once. Hurumph. I may or may not have read this entire blog project today. Fascinating. I deactived twitter and facebook from my phone. Considering I’m not that popular or Super! Duper!...
Things That Bother Me More Than They Should
Whenever the need for comfy socks arises, I can never find a matching pair.
The Shower Is Sparkly!
Whenever I see one of those bathfitter commercials I wonder how many times you can add another layer of bathtub before it becomes a problem. I image tubs stacked Pringles style and never having to scrub mildew again. I think I have a contact high from cleaning the bathroom. This is why I need a maid.
Peppermint mocha drinking, present wrapping Friday. Bruno looks like he’s having a religious experience. He suns himself like a cat.
Bruno Thoughts Tuehursday
“Do you think Santa could give me my dignity back for Christmas? Mom said he should bring me more Red Barn snacks and a paternity test. I’d really like to just be able to show my face at the dog park again. And maybe a squeaky toy.”
This bag. An every day silver necklace—claimed by my husband, who is also in charge of getting me this necessary item…. A pretty (read: not grandma-ish) cookie jar. The dog has one. We don’t. This must be remedied. Gloves. These are cute. I love the white ones, basically because in my imagination I’m the type of woman who could wear white for more than a millisecond...
The secret passive aggressive stalemate over the vacuum cleaner that has sat out, plugged in and untouched since it’s last use, is about to end. I’m caving. My need for a relatively uncluttered existence is giving way. Things like this, things that cause me to grind my teeth at night, simply don’t register on his radar. And they probably never will. Silently repeating a...
Even though I had checked it multiple times, and I KNEW I was not going to have to take any vacation time for taking 5 days off over Christmas, my supervisor just talked me into to second guessing myself. I just did the math for what must be the 5th time. 12.5 times 6 plus 5=80. Plus paid holiday=88. =no vacation time needed. =my supervisor is bad at math. Or just wanted to screw with me.
Oh, and I slept about 3 hours last night
After an unfortunate 14 hour shift+christmas shipping issues+cleaning to cook and then actually cooking (while having my bare feet go numb from the kitchen floor, Oh, Hi Winter) I’m finally sitting on my couch with dinner awaiting the new True Life. The True Life where one of my high school friends is featured! Woo! Yay Tali on TV!
People I Love Saturday: Squeak Edition
Today is my baby brother’s thirteenth birthday. We are eleven years apart, so while I’ve mothered all three of my brothers as they’ve grown up, Casey got the brunt of it-for better or worse. I’ve been there since the day he was born to his last midget football game and I’ll be there until I’m old and senile. He’s my baby brother. Casey, aka-Squeak,...
Running for the first time in over a week (i know, i know) + No More Trouble Zones+Walking around the mall for 4 hours=my legs are on fire.