- I'm in the process of redesigning my blog. Thus far, I've suceeded only in dumping my links and my counter. Damn it. Right when I got a whopping EIGHT COMMENTS on the previous post. Sigh.
- My night job requires that I watch TV, but not TV that I want to watch. "Lost" is on, people. I'm missing finding out why Mercutio went all nutty and shot ladies. I'm missing looking at Sayid's lickable face. I'm missing wondering if Sawyer is Aragorn's sweaty redneck cousin. "Lost" is the show for folks who like "Myst" better than "Doom." I am one of those folks and I am stuck here watching a frickin' Yankees game. Barf.
- You want to know what pisses me off? I'm stuck here watching a frickin' Yankees game and I guaran-damn-tee you that no man who works for the company for which I work is watching a Lifetime movie. Sorry to be all clinging to stereotypes, but I'd rather watch Meredith Baxter Birney bake cookies by day and walk the streets by night while Barry Bostwick stays home with the kids than watch baseball. ANY TIME.
- Jason Giambi gets this blank stare going when he's sitting in the dugout. I wonder what he's thinking about. His next hit? His hair gel? The molecular composition of Gatorade?Why people don't seem to give a fewmet that he was on the juice, but they're all over Barry Bonds? Yeah. That is something to ponder.
- Johnny Damon, now that he's tamed the fur that surrounded his face and upper body, looks like the love child of Steven Seagal and Billy Ray Cyrus. Don't break his heart. Or he'll break your face.
- I am totally cracking my own ass up right now.
- Things Jeffrey has done in the past two weeks:
- Stuck his finger down his throat and made himself vomit. His comment? "I burped all over myself."
- Taken my garden clippers and sheared off the tops of one of my eggplants, a lima bean plant, and a few spears of fennel.
- Written on my rug, wall, and ironing board with a red marker.
- Poured bleach (YES!! HE WENT BACK INTO THE LAUNDRY ROOM!!) all over a clean load of laundry in the dryer. It was color- safe bleach. It was not spanking safe.
- Told me I was too busy all the time to play. Hence, I am sure, the return of Mr. Destructo. I. feel. like. a. bad. mommy.
- I have to go to bed. Bad mommies need their rest.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Waiting for the Editor Again
I love lists. And random thoughts. Here's a list of random thoughts. Will the madness ever end?
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3 comments:
Hi,
Please don't feel too bad at least he didn't cut himself or drink the bleach.
Boy, the things my daughter has done: She drank the shampoo--luckily it had been watered down, because we were nearly out.
She painted my porch with oak stain that I forgot to put away and our porch is/was painted white.
And three times I found her sitting on the floor Indian style with the suger bowl and a spoon. And yes she was eating it, and she told me "yum!"
And yes my daughter survived it all, and she is fourteen now and about to graduate from the eighth grade.
After an such an enteresting raising up to now, I wonder what the next four years of high school will hold.
H-mm, maybe ignorance is bliss.
Janice~
Love your blog! You are such an entertaining writer - I've been laughing out loud. You should stop by my site and read "You've GOT to be kidding me" and see where my almost two year old daughter likes to hide stuff. I'll be back to visit often!
Janice: YOu give me hope :)
Tater and Tot mom: Oh, no she DIDN'T!!! Why do they hide stuff?? Jeffrey took my keys and hid them in one of his bags and only after 45 minutes of me alternately crying and yelling and finally telling him we couldn't go to the baseball game because I didn't have my keys did he tell me where they were.
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