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Randoms
I'm a postwhore today. I'm just very chatty, i guess.
I watched that I'm Elmo and I Know It video and now I can't stop singing "Kids, look at these crayons! I make aaaart!" and I hate myself.
I just took recalled Excedrin because I'm desperate and the recall has caused a shortage. I checked for metal shards first.
My grandpa is going downhill fast, it seems. He's rebounded twice so far since the summer but now his mind is going. In the past month he's gone from hospital to hospice to nursing home and now I guess he doesn't remember anything after the hospital and he keeps calling my uncle asking when he's coming to pick him up because he thinks he's been discharged from the hospital.
Conan should do puppy Conan every night. If you haven't watched, you must: http://teamcoco.com/category/tags/puppy-conan Conan kissing puppy Conan on the head in the first episode melted me into a puddle.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Re: Randoms
Sorry about your Grandpa, Moo. I guess this is that awkward phase where you can be grateful that you are able to prepare for his passing, but also it's too hard to think about.
Last night P made dinner for us (filets, oscar style with asparagus and mashed potatoes) and got me some new lingerie. I should have used the lingerie before I was stuff full of meat and starches.
I leave for Puerto Rico in one week and it's all I can think about.
I'm sorry about your Grandpa, Moo. Your poor uncle. I can't imagine taking those calls from my dad.
I'd like to know why the other daycare parents find it necessary to send home a goody bag of candy for every damned "holiday". These kids are 3. A treat now and then is fine, but they don't need candy to sustain them. You know who's eating the candy? Not Lila. Lila isn't eating that much candy because i cannot handle the post-sugar crash and burn. My husband saw the bags last night, looked at his belly forlornly and said "I can't keep up with this".
Also: http://pambreese.smugmug.com/2012professional/portraits/sam-and-andy-2012-proofs/21459566_46RSGh#!i=1710237114&k=3N8xqS8
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Sorry about your grandpa, Moo.
One of my friends is coming over tonight to make dinner and keep me company. She and I used to get together once a week, but life has gotten in the way and now we see each other maybe once a month. I miss her, and am looking forward to seeing her. Plus, I'm lonely this week.
I think my son mocked me last night, for the first time. He was eating dinner and he kept kicking the counter. I said, "Ian please stop" and he repeated it in a mocking tone then laughed.
Some of my friends are on vacation this week and posted pictures on Facebook of themselves with Tom Brady. He and Giselle were sitting next to them on the beach. I am green with envy.
Sorry about your grandpa, Moo.
A co-worker of mine likes to stop by my desk to gossip/complain/whatever but she gets mad when I don't want to chat or elaborate. Today it was "I saw X on the news this morning, his house burned down. He thinks he broke his wrist, I guess." I responded with, "yes. I heard. I'm glad it was a treatable injury, that's better than something else." She gets all snotty and goes "well, yeah, L. I know." It's just annoying. I don't want to talk to her. Sometimes, I can't talk to her (due to HR regulations, HIPPA or whatever) and she just wants to be a b about it.
I needed to get that off my chest apparently.
Plus, they had a party. They had pizza, fruit and veggie trays, cheese and crackers and cupcakes. That's celebration enough at 3, no? And even the teachers sent home candies in little bags. One teacher said to me "they don't eat it at school, we send it home with you so you can control how much they get" subheading: and deal with the meltdown when they can't have more
Oh good, so it wasn't just me. The daycare sent home a letter Friday with their guidelines for Valentines treats, and that was the first time it occurred to me that I needed to get something. I mean, he's not even two. He doesn't really eat candy.
So, I picked up some cool holographic cards that he liked and some small hershey bars. The other kids sent him home with heart shaped boxes of truffles and goodie bags with toys in it. We were totally the cheap parents, but I had no idea. Next year, I'm going to have to start preparing a month in advance.
I'm sorry about your grampa Moo. That's rough.
My H is going to have to start working nights because his coworker is having a baby and they're already short one producer. I'm really annoyed by their lack of planning. The person they need to replace has been gone since October, and they've known the other was going to be taken leave since she was barely pregnant (had to leave work for some medical issues related to the pregnancy early on I guess). They do this shiit every time someone leaves.
I apparently was supposed to get something real special for V-day yesterday, but it didn't get delivered. I have to go to the post office to get it today. I'm kind of giddy about this.
I'm so annoyed by work. And nothing particular, just in general I don't want to work. I really need to be a kept woman.
we all fall down sometimes
brass and ballet flats
Puppy Conan is my new most favorite thing in the world. I think I might like it more than cookie cake. The wee set!
I woke up this morning with the wool song from 30 Rock stuck in my head:
Oh noble sheep,
We eat your babies.
We use your brain
To fight off rabies.
So random.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
No way. I'm not buying into this one. Maybe when she gets better we'll send a sticker or something.
omg Sam! Your family is just gorgeous!
Moo:
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
sorry about your grandpa, moo.
Sam, those pictures are great. I love James' little hat, and the ones with your H playing guitar are really sweet.
sorry about your grandpa
alison was sent home with mondo treats too. this morning she snuck into her bag without my noticing. suddenly i hear her singsong "oooooh!! a popsicle!!" and was brandishing a bright blue sucker. at 7:00 am. i had to wrassle it from her to the tune of a fall on her knees "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" she'll get over it.
our valentine's day evening didn't pan out according to plans last night. we were going to go out to dinner at a new family grill place where there used to be the beef o'brady's. but derek had his bandmate and his girlfriend over when i got home and they were listening to records. they stayed longer than anticpated so we ended up getting takeout chinese, which is fine in and of itself, but my order turned out to be way disgusting so i pretty much filled up on dumplings and an eggroll. oh well! then they left after i had given ali a bath and took her back down to say goodnight.
we all fall down sometimes
brass and ballet flats
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Thanks guys. It's been coming awhile. We actually went out to the cape in Sept, expecting it to be goodbye, and then having his family around for brunch that day seemed to renew his fight to live and he pulled through. Then a month ago he was in hospice, but moved to a nursing home. So it's like we keep just waiting for that call and he keeps fighting. So it has been something we can prepare for, but I do feel really badly for my uncle. He's the only one who lives out there full time so, while my aunts and uncles have been taking turns going out there for the past 6 months or so, he gets the in between calls.
We also found out that he tried to get out of bed one night, stepped on his catheter tube, and ripped it out.
Mo, I've often thought the same thing, re: sexy lingerie and steak dinner. I love a good meal, but it's hard to feel sexy after when your hands feel all greasy and steak-y and you're all bloated and food coma-y. They make it look so easy in the movies, though!
I think my dad just learned how to make hearts in text because I got this yesterday. He's not usually very emotionally demonstrative. Awwwwwwww.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Sam, those pictures are great! I love it when family pics are done at home and are more casual.
GRRRR. I am having an extremely frustrating time dealing with the marketing/PR department. They are supposed to be making me some images for our website. I sent them very very explicit instructions and even did a mock-up of what we need in power point. All they really had to do was use their fancy fonts and art and make the colors match the "official" university colors. It's been a month and they are still sending me the wrong crap. And I'm pretty sure the images they sent yesterday aren't hi-res because they are blurry as hell on the webpage. Now I have to call this guy again, for like the 8th time in two days. I feel like I am surrounded by ineptitude on all sides.
ETA: I'm a selfish shiiit. Sorry about your grandpa, Moo. That must be so hard.
I'm sorry about your grandpa, Moo. That has to be rough to deal with.
Sam, those pictures are amazing!
My random is that Ryan called me after he dropped off Emmett at the baby sitters this morning. Apparently, Emmett JUMPED out of his arms for the babysitter as soon as Ryan opened the door. Then she started talking to him in Spanish and he looked up at her and responded "Si, Si!!!" all excited and then she proceeded to ask him more questions, to which he was answering (one word, yes/no). So I guess my kid knows Spanish. And now I wonder if some of the words that I think are babbling are actually Spanish. Ryan has no idea what they were talking about. And I'm no help because I took 9 years of French.
"Once I got a bath bomb that, once exploded, filled the tub with confetti. Little sharp metallic pieces of confetti. The product description said nothing about confetti. Oh look, there's a tiny, sharp metallic blue star stabbing me in the labia. HOW RELAXING. " - NoisyPenguin
Okla, when I worked in PR for a theater, this was the bane of my existence. I'd ask for hi-res images for promo stuff and I'd get 60kb, 72dpi scanned and screencapped headshots. My best friends were the PR people who got it and automatically sent the right stuff without being asked.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
"Once I got a bath bomb that, once exploded, filled the tub with confetti. Little sharp metallic pieces of confetti. The product description said nothing about confetti. Oh look, there's a tiny, sharp metallic blue star stabbing me in the labia. HOW RELAXING. " - NoisyPenguin
We also found out that he tried to get out of bed one night, stepped on his catheter tube, and ripped it out.
Good grief. That's horrible.
Thanks guys, I'm glad we pulled off the easy breezy family look. James is teething and every photoshoot with my husband and daughter is pretty stressful. Lila has about 10 minutes before she starts the Lila SHow, which consists of a lot of not following directions. Andy has about 45 minutes before he starts thinking about things he'd rather, or needs to be, doing. Thankfully, Pam is excellent so she did all that in under and hour.
good grief sam those are some adorable pictures! for a teething kid, James sure is smiley. the ones where Lila and he are just cracking up together are unreal.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I'm sorry, Moo
We just found out that T's grandfather has pancreatic cancer. They can't really do anything because of his health, so who knows how long he has. I hope we can get down to FL to see them so he can meet Claire
I feel so bad for T too, he has never lost anyone, still has all his grandparents. This is going to be tough.
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MMM, crunchy.
I'm feeling unsettled today. Blah.