Each day this week, I've mistakenly turned off my alarm clock rather than hitting snooze. Each time, in my sleep-induced stupidity, I convince myself that I'm perfectly capable of sleeping exactly another 15 minutes and awaking fully refreshed. Shocklingly, this is a flawed assumption.
We're going to see a house today around the corner from where we live now, and I'm really excited about it. I have high hopes, which no doubt will be dashed when I find that the kitchen hasn't been updated since 1917 and there's a seeping oil tank in the basement.
Sometime between getting dressed and getting to work, I got some strange stain on my pants. It's pissing me off bc I left my tide to go in another bag.
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I had a dream last night that i gave birth. weird. Weirder? baby was black.
Note to self: there's no need for 12 lettuce plants for a family of 2 plus one vegetable hater. that's 10 too many.
I'm leaving early today to have lunch with friends. I'm probably more excited to mow down on some chicken tikka masala than I am to show them my new house.
Mr. Spiderman bought condoms for the first time in about 6 years a couple days ago. He came home and said, "Man, there have been some serious strides in condom design since I was last in the market. I just spent a half hour looking at all the different options."
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Sam, have you seen this story?
http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-504763_162-20011175-10391704.html
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What does this mean?
I went to Babies R Us this morning after court to buy a toy for Ian to practice walking behind. I bought a shopping cart that plays music, and must have hit the on switch when I put it in back because I had to listen to the songs for the 20 minute ride back to the office. I hope it takes him a while to learn how to turn it on himself.
Last night I had dinner with five of my high school friends -- we hadn't been together in ages but picked up right where we left off. It was a blast.
I'm regretting accepting my aunt as a FB friend. She comments on almost everything I post. Not everything I put up there calls for your response, Aunt!
There is a woman who works on my floor who inexplicably hates me and resents my presence in the kitchenette. I go there every morning around 9:30 to heat up my breakfast and get some water. If she walks in when I'm in there, she gives me a death stare and leaves. I have no idea why. It takes me all of 2 minutes to use the microwave and fill my cup, so it's not like I'm in her way. This morning, I had a meeting, so I couldn't go to the kitchenette at the regular time. I walked by it on the way to the meeting, though, and she was standing in there. I swear she gave me a triumphant look. I have no idea why she thinks we're involved in a turf war.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
I HATE that. I also hate people who "Like" everything.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
I'm overwhelmed with looking at college loans and scholarship info. College is way too expensive if you ask me.
After work I'm going to my Dad's to pick up some yummy lobster he caught.
I'm obsessing over our dinner date tomorrow. Like, made a spreadsheet with the different options we might order obsessing.
Our file share has a virus company wide and it's pretty much crippling any desire I have to do work. I have to check every file/folder before I click on it so I just won't click on anything.
The nerve!
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At the party I went to on Saturday, I was sitting down eating some yummy food when I hear the little kid (I'm guessing about 5) sitting next to me sniffling and crying. I look over at him and ask if he's okay. He stops what he's doing, looks at me, and with a completely calm and normal voice says, "I'm fine." The dude was faking it! He spots his mom and goes back to fake-crying and asks, "Do we still have to leave? Do you want me to be happy or do you want me to cry? Do you want me to be happy or do you want me to cry?"
I was laughing my ass off. That kid is manipulative at a 6th grade level.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Kay, I usually carry my Tide To Go marker everywhere because I'm very messy and it works like a charm getting stains out. I transferred bags last night and neglected to take the TTG.
http://www.tide.com/en-US/product/tide-to-go.jspx
HT - I've been having a similar experience with a woman on a train. She will sit down next to me...then it seems she realizes it is me, and will get up and move. This has happened 3 times.
I'm left wondering if I smell, or snore, or offended her in some manner. I'm baffled.
I'm considering going back to school (pending acceptance in Nov/Dec) to get my second Bachelors Degree. I can't get a Masters in the subject because it is completely different program that requires undergrad study. This will be a huge time and money commitment, and I'm scared sh*tless. I also have to audition to get into the program...and I haven't sang in any professional setting in about 6 years. It is all a big gamble.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Ryker just screamed for 30 minutes until he pooped. I have never heard screams like that. I am a total wreck right now. And his daycare called to confirm his start date. he starts in less than a month. I am not ready for this.
I want to make Chicken Tiki Marsala but it looks like too many steps and it is so hard to cook anything that is not just "throw all ingredients in pan and cook". But we have some new neighbors across the street who seem really awesome and we want to invite them over for dinner and I want to impress them. That seems like the right dish.
I went shopping yesterday for our anniversary dinner and bought a dress/skirt. It can be either and I am wondering if this is a fashion faux pas.
Can you post a pic?
I promise it will get easier Winger. Hang in there.
I need to know more about this dress/skirt business. Anything that could double as a dress for me would have to be at least ankle length as a skirt.
Ian was very dramatic when he pooped for almost three months until he got the hang of it. As the pedi used to say, "he's very aware of his bowel movements."
I think as long as you wear it as a skirt and not a dress, it'll probably be okay. But I'll need to see a picture to be sure.
Trust me -- if I can make chicken tikka masala, you can too. It's not as hard as you'd think.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
It's like this, only mine is black and not this brand. This is the closest I could find. Mine also has several layers on the bottom so it is kind of flowy.
But basically it is a tube top as a dress and then that can go around your waist too to make it a long skirt. For the dress, I plan to wear a little half jacket shrug in white and wear turquoise jewelry.
But I am wearing it as a dress.
And wendy, on me, it is knee length or just below as a dress and ankle length as a skirt.
I am never going back to PF Chang's. I got so sick after dinner last night.
I also have a rather TMI random about my lady parts and lady time that freaked me the fuuuck out but I'm shy.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
My fear was that it would look like a swimsuit cover-up, but at knee-length or below, it probably won't.
I imagined it would be much shorter as a dress. That length is totally acceptable.
Moo, you should be ashamed that you're making us ask you to give up the goods. ASHAMED.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
I didn't want anyone to be all "You are sullying our randoms with your unclean period blood! I swear, it was something that belonged in YM magazine's embarrassing story section about bleeding through your white jeans in science class and having to tie a sweatshirt around your waist or getting shot down for a tongue kiss in spin the bottle.
Maybe we need a post about THAT stuff.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Mine too! I also hated the term 'rents.
I posted it in my happy things thread because Winged made me.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.