Not me exactly, but Hurricane Me. Yes, I may turn out to be the costliest hurricane on record for the U.S. Wow! I mean, I was excited to be a hurricane (it's not like I have the most common name, so the chances were slim) but I never expected this. Munchkin gets excited every time the tv says my name- "Mommy! They said Katrina! That's your name!" He really does speak in exclamations. Since they retire the names of devastating hurricanes, I won't get to be a hurricane again. (Unless they get a bunch in Australia, cause I'm on the list there) I've been watching CNN and The Weather Channel exclusively for the past three days. I am so pathetic sometimes...
On a brighter note, the yard sale went okay considering that it rained three out of four days. I have photos, but I can't find my digital camera (don't worry sweetheart, I'll find it) so I can't share them yet. The amount of water that a stuffed animal is able to absorb is impressive and I think everyone needs to witness it. We are going to attempt this again this coming weekend, and will hopefully not get rained out. Again.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
The aliens are winning
You know that movie where an alien grows inside the person's stomach and then just busts out? I hope so, cause I've never seen it and don't know what it's called, and I needed the imagery. That's how my stomach feels today. Though instead of busting out to cause mischief and mayhem in the world, he's decided to stay in and invite some friends over. Just my luck to end up with the lazy one.
Munchkin had a stomach virus last week (consider yourself lucky you weren't in my home- it was pretty gross) and has recovered nicely. I however, now look like death and feel twice as bad. Lucky me.
Have you ever tried to help organize a yard sale, keep up with a four year old, and do normal everyday things like take out the dog all while your system is kicking back everything, including water? If you're a woman, maybe you have and you have my sympathy. If you're a man, I know you haven't. I know you spent the time sprawled out somewhere insisting you were dying and could not possibly walk to the bathroom and get yourself a drink of water.
If I didn't hate body hair and funny smells so much, on days like these I'd wish I was a man. Sigh.
Munchkin had a stomach virus last week (consider yourself lucky you weren't in my home- it was pretty gross) and has recovered nicely. I however, now look like death and feel twice as bad. Lucky me.
Have you ever tried to help organize a yard sale, keep up with a four year old, and do normal everyday things like take out the dog all while your system is kicking back everything, including water? If you're a woman, maybe you have and you have my sympathy. If you're a man, I know you haven't. I know you spent the time sprawled out somewhere insisting you were dying and could not possibly walk to the bathroom and get yourself a drink of water.
If I didn't hate body hair and funny smells so much, on days like these I'd wish I was a man. Sigh.
I need a social director
Most days I stay home and lament the fact that most of my friends live far away and we don't keep in touch as much as we should. That is not the case today. I signed on to AIM last night under TR's name (we have a few mutual friends that are on his buddy list and I'm too lazy to add them to mine) and a friend of ours that lives on the other side of the country sent a message. I told him it was me and that TR was out of town with work. We chatted for quite a while and it turns out that he and his new wife (they've been married a week) are in town. He invited me to go out with them tonight (to somewhere TR and I agreed to always go to together) and invited me to the Open House his parents are throwing on Sat. His parents and most of his old friends live here so with the exception of a few people, this will be the first chance for some to celebrate their marriage.
Now I already decided not to go on tonight's adventure (see above agreement with husband), but I will definitely be going Saturday. This guy has tried multiple times to do this marriage thing (never quite making it to the altar) and has finally gotten it right. We met the girl several months ago and thought, "wow, he finally found a good one."
Also in town this week is the girl who was my best friend my last two years of high school. She lives on the east coast so I don't often see her either. She sent me an email a few days ago about getting together.
I ran into another girl I was good friends with in school (see: Friend, or not to Friend?) the other night while shopping for yard sale supplies and she suggested maybe getting together for lunch on Tuesday.
Oh yeah, and a friend who lives a few hours north will be in town for the weekend.
Suddenly I've gone from bored at home to trying to figure out how to fit everyone into my schedule. When it rains, it pours...
Now I already decided not to go on tonight's adventure (see above agreement with husband), but I will definitely be going Saturday. This guy has tried multiple times to do this marriage thing (never quite making it to the altar) and has finally gotten it right. We met the girl several months ago and thought, "wow, he finally found a good one."
Also in town this week is the girl who was my best friend my last two years of high school. She lives on the east coast so I don't often see her either. She sent me an email a few days ago about getting together.
I ran into another girl I was good friends with in school (see: Friend, or not to Friend?) the other night while shopping for yard sale supplies and she suggested maybe getting together for lunch on Tuesday.
Oh yeah, and a friend who lives a few hours north will be in town for the weekend.
Suddenly I've gone from bored at home to trying to figure out how to fit everyone into my schedule. When it rains, it pours...
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Psst... don't tell my husband!
I have a secret that my husband may think he knows, but until now has been unable to prove. I am about to reveal something that I think he suspects, but I would have denied if he asked me about it.
When he's home (and in my defense, most of the time when he's not) I am like the cleaning Nazi. I fuss at him and my little one to keep their stuff cleaned up. I give them huge exasperated sighs of disgust as I pick up things around them. I make loud noises when I clean the kitchen as they sit obliviously watching cartoons. I make them put away their laundry. I want the towels folded correctly and the dishes in the right cabinet. In short, I want them to be neat, tidy, and organized. Wishful thinking and entirely futile.
That said, I offer this:
This is what my living room looks like currently. Not only does it look like this, but it has for almost 24 hours. What is all this stuff? Crap. My grandfather is having a yard sale next week and this hideous pile of crap is about half of my total contribution. Half. The other half is sitting in my basement looking equally untidy and waiting to be carted upstairs to join the unholy mess that is my living room. Sigh.
Of course once all of this has made it's way through my living room and out the front door, it will not be returning. It will either be sold at the yard sale or donated to Goodwill or Salvation Army. I'm done with it. This is a big step for me, as I am a crazy pack rat. Somewhere in my basement are reports I wrote in junior high. I am 25. This makes my hubby crazy, and I am trying hard to let go of things I've had for years. This gigantic mess is my first step, so I think it's justified. So sweetheart, you still have to clean up your stuff. Sorry.
When he's home (and in my defense, most of the time when he's not) I am like the cleaning Nazi. I fuss at him and my little one to keep their stuff cleaned up. I give them huge exasperated sighs of disgust as I pick up things around them. I make loud noises when I clean the kitchen as they sit obliviously watching cartoons. I make them put away their laundry. I want the towels folded correctly and the dishes in the right cabinet. In short, I want them to be neat, tidy, and organized. Wishful thinking and entirely futile.
That said, I offer this:
This is what my living room looks like currently. Not only does it look like this, but it has for almost 24 hours. What is all this stuff? Crap. My grandfather is having a yard sale next week and this hideous pile of crap is about half of my total contribution. Half. The other half is sitting in my basement looking equally untidy and waiting to be carted upstairs to join the unholy mess that is my living room. Sigh.Of course once all of this has made it's way through my living room and out the front door, it will not be returning. It will either be sold at the yard sale or donated to Goodwill or Salvation Army. I'm done with it. This is a big step for me, as I am a crazy pack rat. Somewhere in my basement are reports I wrote in junior high. I am 25. This makes my hubby crazy, and I am trying hard to let go of things I've had for years. This gigantic mess is my first step, so I think it's justified. So sweetheart, you still have to clean up your stuff. Sorry.
Monday, August 15, 2005
I have no chance of winning now.
I lost any chance I might have had to win the Mom of the Year award this morning. How? Did I yell at him? No. Did I make him eat his veggies or clean his room? No again. So what heinous crime against all that is holy to toddlers did I commit? I broke the bank. The piggy bank to be exact. I knocked it onto the floor (accidentally) and all his precious pennies went everywhere. I suck!
After explaining to my whimpering four year old why it was that I could not glue the gazillion tiny pieces of pink (yes pink) ceramic back together (at which point he informed me that if TR was home he would be able to fix it) and putting all the pennies in an empty baby wipes box I had to apologize and promise (multiple times) to buy a new piggy. He has reminded me several times today that he is not likely to forget this anytime soon. He's four and a master of guilt trips already. That's my boy!
To appease my guilt I postponed the errands I had planned for today and took him to the park. We went to the playground across the street from where I got married- which to my shock he remembered and pointed out. There was a woman there with a boy about my son's age and a girl about two. I know this woman. I know she went to my high school and was younger than me, but I could not remember her name. So we gave each other that greeting where you say "hi" and stare quizzically at each other as if racking your brain for why the other one looks familiar. The boys played, she ate lunch with her mom, and I read a parenting magazine. When it started to look gray and the chance of rain was fast becoming apparent, we went home. He was happy, I felt less guilty, and (almost) all was right with the world.
After explaining to my whimpering four year old why it was that I could not glue the gazillion tiny pieces of pink (yes pink) ceramic back together (at which point he informed me that if TR was home he would be able to fix it) and putting all the pennies in an empty baby wipes box I had to apologize and promise (multiple times) to buy a new piggy. He has reminded me several times today that he is not likely to forget this anytime soon. He's four and a master of guilt trips already. That's my boy!
To appease my guilt I postponed the errands I had planned for today and took him to the park. We went to the playground across the street from where I got married- which to my shock he remembered and pointed out. There was a woman there with a boy about my son's age and a girl about two. I know this woman. I know she went to my high school and was younger than me, but I could not remember her name. So we gave each other that greeting where you say "hi" and stare quizzically at each other as if racking your brain for why the other one looks familiar. The boys played, she ate lunch with her mom, and I read a parenting magazine. When it started to look gray and the chance of rain was fast becoming apparent, we went home. He was happy, I felt less guilty, and (almost) all was right with the world.
When did I get so old?
I asked myself that question several times this weekend.
I spent Saturday (started at 4am) helping Morgan move into her apartment near her college. Though she is a trendy teenager (for 11 more months!) and an overachiever (only about school- you ought to see the mess that girl can make in a closet) she's really a good kid. A good kid? See I told you I was old- she's 19 for goodness sake! The trip up was uneventful, and by the time we got there (4 hours!!) I had been awake for almost 24 hours. She had two cars loaded down with "essentials" and had "conviently" forgotten to tell me that her place was on the 2nd floor. So after many trips up the stairs, we had the cars unloaded. Then began the unpacking (please visualize an eye roll at this point). Through all of this, please keep in mind that she has two roommates (both with 2 parents along for the fun) who are moving in at the same time and have probably twice as much stuff. I was very thankful that she is my sister and not one of the others.
As we began to unpack it immediately became apparent that, despite the magnitude of things we had carted up the stairs, she needed some more stuff. Like hangers. And laundry soap to wash the bag of dirty clothes (told you the over- achieving only applies to school) she brought from home and the new sheets I told her at least a week ago that she should wash. (Eye roll) So it was off to Super Wally World for supplies. $100 dollars and a full trunk later we were carting bags up the stairs again. Morgan worked on putting clothes away while I was doing other things. A short time later she realized that the 104 hangers she got at Walmart were no where near enough. So it was time for trip number 2.
This time we had half a trunk full of things to carry upstairs. However, one of these things was a put- it- together yourself bookshelf. Sooo heavy. Okay not really, but remember how long I'd been awake so I get to factor that in. Also, there was a 5 minute monsoon as we were trying to leave the store so we both ended up with the bottoms of our pant legs soaked from the mini- flood in the parking lot. She worked on putting the rest of her clothes away (78 new hangers this time). When she used the last of the new hangers and still hadn't put everything away, she decided to give up and put her jeans in a drawer. (Feel free to begin your own eye rolling at this point)
We got most everything put away and I started assembling her brand new bookshelf. Sigh. No screwdriver. Instead of driving back to Walmart (which in between the cussing I threatened to do several time) I proceeded to put said bookshelf together using a kitchen knife and a nail file/screwdriver wanna be (from my Swiss- army credit card that Mr. "pink makes me cry" gave me ages ago). This was a long, and often R-rated process. Finally the shelf was together and all was good. Morgan's roommate invited her to go to a party. She skipped it cause I was there, and then I passed out at 8:30. I slept until 9:30 the next morning and felt horrible. Not only did she miss the party, but she slept on the couch cause I was asleep on her bed. I'm a slug.
I left there and drove home (got lost briefly and woke up TR to talk to me cause I was still sleepy- not that he was much help cause I'm not sure he was ever really awake during our brief conversation) to get my stinky dog and visit my own home. A very long weekend.
Why did I feel old? Besides the lack of sleep and all the carrying?
1) My baby sister is in her second year of college and her first apartment. I remember her as a baby. Now she's a grown up, and a responsible one at that.
2) I remembered when I went to college (didn't stay long) and how long ago it was. People my age were old to me then.
3) I thought about all the things she's experiencing and how long ago it was that I first experienced them. Some are things that I'd never do now- cause I'm too old.
4) I looked at all these college kids moving in and making plans for fun things to do and thought they sounded like a good time. Then I remembered that I'm a married mom who is ready to go to bed at 10:30. Not exactly ideal for living life in the fast lane.
As old as I may be or feel, I'm happy with my life and for my sister. I like where I'm at and wouldn't trade it for all the kegs and body shots in the world. I'm also glad Morgan is experiencing all that college has to offer both in and out of the classroom. Good luck sweetie! Just remember that hangovers and 8am classes don't make for a good day!
I spent Saturday (started at 4am) helping Morgan move into her apartment near her college. Though she is a trendy teenager (for 11 more months!) and an overachiever (only about school- you ought to see the mess that girl can make in a closet) she's really a good kid. A good kid? See I told you I was old- she's 19 for goodness sake! The trip up was uneventful, and by the time we got there (4 hours!!) I had been awake for almost 24 hours. She had two cars loaded down with "essentials" and had "conviently" forgotten to tell me that her place was on the 2nd floor. So after many trips up the stairs, we had the cars unloaded. Then began the unpacking (please visualize an eye roll at this point). Through all of this, please keep in mind that she has two roommates (both with 2 parents along for the fun) who are moving in at the same time and have probably twice as much stuff. I was very thankful that she is my sister and not one of the others.
As we began to unpack it immediately became apparent that, despite the magnitude of things we had carted up the stairs, she needed some more stuff. Like hangers. And laundry soap to wash the bag of dirty clothes (told you the over- achieving only applies to school) she brought from home and the new sheets I told her at least a week ago that she should wash. (Eye roll) So it was off to Super Wally World for supplies. $100 dollars and a full trunk later we were carting bags up the stairs again. Morgan worked on putting clothes away while I was doing other things. A short time later she realized that the 104 hangers she got at Walmart were no where near enough. So it was time for trip number 2.
This time we had half a trunk full of things to carry upstairs. However, one of these things was a put- it- together yourself bookshelf. Sooo heavy. Okay not really, but remember how long I'd been awake so I get to factor that in. Also, there was a 5 minute monsoon as we were trying to leave the store so we both ended up with the bottoms of our pant legs soaked from the mini- flood in the parking lot. She worked on putting the rest of her clothes away (78 new hangers this time). When she used the last of the new hangers and still hadn't put everything away, she decided to give up and put her jeans in a drawer. (Feel free to begin your own eye rolling at this point)
We got most everything put away and I started assembling her brand new bookshelf. Sigh. No screwdriver. Instead of driving back to Walmart (which in between the cussing I threatened to do several time) I proceeded to put said bookshelf together using a kitchen knife and a nail file/screwdriver wanna be (from my Swiss- army credit card that Mr. "pink makes me cry" gave me ages ago). This was a long, and often R-rated process. Finally the shelf was together and all was good. Morgan's roommate invited her to go to a party. She skipped it cause I was there, and then I passed out at 8:30. I slept until 9:30 the next morning and felt horrible. Not only did she miss the party, but she slept on the couch cause I was asleep on her bed. I'm a slug.
I left there and drove home (got lost briefly and woke up TR to talk to me cause I was still sleepy- not that he was much help cause I'm not sure he was ever really awake during our brief conversation) to get my stinky dog and visit my own home. A very long weekend.
Why did I feel old? Besides the lack of sleep and all the carrying?
1) My baby sister is in her second year of college and her first apartment. I remember her as a baby. Now she's a grown up, and a responsible one at that.
2) I remembered when I went to college (didn't stay long) and how long ago it was. People my age were old to me then.
3) I thought about all the things she's experiencing and how long ago it was that I first experienced them. Some are things that I'd never do now- cause I'm too old.
4) I looked at all these college kids moving in and making plans for fun things to do and thought they sounded like a good time. Then I remembered that I'm a married mom who is ready to go to bed at 10:30. Not exactly ideal for living life in the fast lane.
As old as I may be or feel, I'm happy with my life and for my sister. I like where I'm at and wouldn't trade it for all the kegs and body shots in the world. I'm also glad Morgan is experiencing all that college has to offer both in and out of the classroom. Good luck sweetie! Just remember that hangovers and 8am classes don't make for a good day!
Friday, August 12, 2005
Are you wearing the right tampon?
Why do we need commercials for tampons, feminine wash, and the like? A tampon ad just told me that if I'm uncomfortable wearing my tampon then I'm wearing the wrong one. Really? Or maybe I'm just deficient at tampon insertion. I hate these commercials. I know that once a month my life is going to be unpleasant (as am I) and that I'm going to need the appropriate products to get through it. I do not need to be reminded. Oh my GOD!!!! I just was shown a maxi pad with a "soft, comfy" top layer that's "mmmmm, dreamy" and was told to "have a happy period!" Have a happy period? Never have I had a happy period. Dreamy pads? What is it with these people?
While my husband doesn't seem to mind the tampon commercials, he hates the pantyliner ones. Not because of what they are advertising, but because they use the word "panties." I don't know why he is traumatized by "panties," but it's really funny. There are times when his reaction to "panties" is on a level with the "secret word" on Pee Wee's Playhouse. Arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
While my husband doesn't seem to mind the tampon commercials, he hates the pantyliner ones. Not because of what they are advertising, but because they use the word "panties." I don't know why he is traumatized by "panties," but it's really funny. There are times when his reaction to "panties" is on a level with the "secret word" on Pee Wee's Playhouse. Arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Gary and the Fish Guys love the color pink. I do not...
Meet Gary (fat fish 2nd from left) and the Fish Guys (the rest). TR gave me this aquarium for Christmas (you have to love a man who buys you presents you actually want) and December 26 I bought two fish. Gary (fatty) and an angelfish. Sadly, the angelfish lasted less than two weeks. We bought some other random fish that died even more quickly- so quickly that I don't even remember what they were. Then we found the Fish Guys. Three each of Red- eyed Tetras and bleeding heart tetras. This fascinating group has managed to coexist peacefully (mostly- a little fin nipping never hurt anyone) for almost 5 months. The rocks in the tank were originally a blue mix with some turquoise in it. Last week when I decided to clean the tank (it was time- believe me) I had to get new rocks. I decided Gary needed a change of scenery and went with red. The large rock (replacing a plain white one) is fluorescent pink. Pink. The group seems to love it. I do not. I dislike pink...Pink is my least favorite color. I don't wear pink- I think I have 3 articles of clothing that are pink. They collect dust in the closet. Why the distaste? Because I am not a girly girl. I associate pink with the prissy pom- pom crowd. The "I am a weak little girl, please protect me" group. I am none of those things. Besides, who wants to go around looking like a cotton candy machine exploded on them? Not me!
I briefly used (though strangely enough, not sexually) a man who was obsessed with me. He wanted to be the "protector" and "take care of me." I was not interested in this arrangement, but I played it to my advantage. I own an inordinately large amount of black clothing. Once in a great while I would wear a pink shirt (I had baby pink angora sweater[yuck!] that did the trick) and the poor man would just break down. I swear he would actually cry over me wearing pink. Turns out that he saw my pink as a sign I was softening emotionally and opening up. HA! What is it with men anyway? Pink! It was just a shirt.
Why is my blog pink? Am I opening up? Am I softening in my old age (25 is a quarter of a century)? I think not. I chose pink simply cause I hate it. Crazy, I know. But then, that's the point isn't it?
Bunnies are scary? Umm, yeah maybe.
I've been asked what significance "bunnies are scary" has. Not a lot, but here we go :
1) I love Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the show, not the movie) and one of my favorite characters is the ex-vengeance demon Anya (who is terrified of rabbits)
2) I think that a fear of cuddly little bunnies is as harmlessly neurotic as some of my issues
3) And, well, if you think about it, bunnies are a little creepy...
1) I love Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the show, not the movie) and one of my favorite characters is the ex-vengeance demon Anya (who is terrified of rabbits)
2) I think that a fear of cuddly little bunnies is as harmlessly neurotic as some of my issues
3) And, well, if you think about it, bunnies are a little creepy...
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Friend, or not to friend?
I got a message from someone on Classmates.com and I'm not sure how to deal with it. This person was my best friend from 7th grade until just a couple years ago. For reasons that I don't want to go into, we parted company. I thought it was the right decision at the time, but now I have mixed feelings on the subject. I feel splitting was a good thing, but I also miss her. She was perhaps the only person I have ever been friends with (besides my husband) that understood and perhaps exceeded my level of crazy. I don't know how to handle this situation. I sent a message containing my email address in reply- I figure that's safe enough, I can always just ignore the messages if I want to. Do I want to try being friends with her again? Is she different? Am I? Would it work? Arrgh!!
Monday, August 08, 2005
Random thoughts
Why is it that the narrators of documentaries try to convince you (through the inflection and tone of their voices) that whatever boring subject they are talking about is the most fascinating thing in the world? I mean, really, while people might be curious about how aircraft carriers are made and when they were invented, they aren't likely to get ecstatic about it. Are they? This of course is based on the fascinating show my husband has been watching for the last 45 minutes, so maybe I should ask him. He doesn't look all that excited about it though...
Four year olds are perhaps the most attention hungry age group I've ever encountered. Munchkin can not take a step without begging you to watch him do it. Sigh... some days I feel like a studio audience in that show with purple dinosaur. God, I hate that thing!
Money sucks! I sat here and figured up my monthly bills today and realized two things: 1) I hate money, and 2) I don't want to be a grown up anymore. While neither of these are very healthy attitudes, I'm come to a good solution- using my amazing capacity for scientific discovery (don't laugh at me damn it) I will invent a time machine that A) allows me to go back to a time when other people paid all my bills, and B) will become a viable source of income as I will sell time trips to others wanting to return to a better time. Sounds feasible doesn't it? It shouldn't be that difficult...
My toes are numb (it's 67 degrees in here) and my ankle is swelling so I guess I should curl up on the couch with my foot up (as I was ordered to do and have not yet done) and watch some boring television (alien documentary anyone?)
Four year olds are perhaps the most attention hungry age group I've ever encountered. Munchkin can not take a step without begging you to watch him do it. Sigh... some days I feel like a studio audience in that show with purple dinosaur. God, I hate that thing!
Money sucks! I sat here and figured up my monthly bills today and realized two things: 1) I hate money, and 2) I don't want to be a grown up anymore. While neither of these are very healthy attitudes, I'm come to a good solution- using my amazing capacity for scientific discovery (don't laugh at me damn it) I will invent a time machine that A) allows me to go back to a time when other people paid all my bills, and B) will become a viable source of income as I will sell time trips to others wanting to return to a better time. Sounds feasible doesn't it? It shouldn't be that difficult...
My toes are numb (it's 67 degrees in here) and my ankle is swelling so I guess I should curl up on the couch with my foot up (as I was ordered to do and have not yet done) and watch some boring television (alien documentary anyone?)
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Less crazy... for now
He's home!! TR has been home now for almost two days. I knew I missed him but I didn't realize how much until I saw him. And though I missed the big things (you know, sex and all that) I also missed the little things like waking up to his drooly self in the morning, the hugs, his smile, and even him aggravating me for no apparent reason. It's good to be home... cause it's not home without him.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
He's coming!
TR called at 7pm from NJ to say he's finally on his way home! It's been way too long! Of course it's a 10 hour drive so he won't be here until 5am, but he'll be here! Until Thursday! I'm speaking in exclamations and can't stop! Sorry, I'm just excited... I kinda missed him.
In preparation for the drunkenness and debauchery that will ensue (as always does when he's been away) I have scrubbed and shaved and moisturized every possible surface and have a very large bottle of bubbly stuff (any self respecting former French student knows it's not champagne unless it actually came from there) chilled in the fridge. Now I just have to wait...
In preparation for the drunkenness and debauchery that will ensue (as always does when he's been away) I have scrubbed and shaved and moisturized every possible surface and have a very large bottle of bubbly stuff (any self respecting former French student knows it's not champagne unless it actually came from there) chilled in the fridge. Now I just have to wait...
Friday, August 05, 2005
The real voices
There are lots of people in my life that I'm bound to mention at some point or another (I do have 7 siblings) and since I want them to remain (mostly) anonymous I figured I should at least point out who they are. So here we go:
Bradley- my husband with whom I have been friends (and had a bit of a crush on) since we were ten. We got married in May 2005.
Jacob (Munchkin in old posts)- my son. He's 12.
Lily (The Princess in old posts)- my daughter, the diva. She's 6.
Lola- My oldest friend after my husband. We met in 6th grade and became friends instantly. That happens when your levels of crazy are eerily similar. She has a son that is 4 months older than Munchkin.
Morgan- my 26 year old sister who graduated from college in 2008. Not her real name, but an appropriate nickname given her past affinity for the good Captain.
Junior- my 24 year old "favorite" sister. Due to our very similar dispositions and attitudes (okay, we're both bitches- so what?) we get along better with each other than with all the rest of our family. Why Junior? Cause even though she's been told not to "end up like Kat", she's figured out there are worse people she could be like. Currently she's "supposedly" residing in my basement. I don't buy it though, I certainly never see her.
Hottie- my sister who is 21. She's gorgeous (as all my sisters are) and the first time my husband met her (he wasn't yet my husband) he said to me, "wow! ___ is a little hottie, isn't she?" At which point he professed a desire to wash his mouth out with soap and to proclaim that if there was a hell he was now headed there. He's so funny sometimes. She's now married and had a baby girl in Nov 2012.
Little Bro- my oldest younger brother. He will always be my little brother though he's much taller than me. We made a bet many years ago for $50 to the tallest one when he turns 30. He's23, so I have a few years to save up. 28 so my time is about up.
Glenda- my (soon to be ex) stepmother. She is the coolest stepmom you could ever hope for... but she's mine and you can't have her!
Little Bit- my youngest sister. She's 16 years old. Makes me feel so old sometimes...
1st Love- pretty self explanatory, but my first real boyfriend (real meaning, lasted more than a couple weeks and we actually went places together, not just talked on the phone) who is married with a child of his own. We keep in touch through sporadic email.
Blondie- a former friend. She's a little older than me(not much). We don't talk anymore for whatever reason.
I know I haven't covered everyone, but my hands are tired. I promise to finish later.
Bradley- my husband with whom I have been friends (and had a bit of a crush on) since we were ten. We got married in May 2005.
Jacob (Munchkin in old posts)- my son. He's 12.
Lily (The Princess in old posts)- my daughter, the diva. She's 6.
Morgan- my 26 year old sister who graduated from college in 2008. Not her real name, but an appropriate nickname given her past affinity for the good Captain.
Junior- my 24 year old "favorite" sister. Due to our very similar dispositions and attitudes (okay, we're both bitches- so what?) we get along better with each other than with all the rest of our family. Why Junior? Cause even though she's been told not to "end up like Kat", she's figured out there are worse people she could be like. Currently she's "supposedly" residing in my basement. I don't buy it though, I certainly never see her.
Hottie- my sister who is 21. She's gorgeous (as all my sisters are) and the first time my husband met her (he wasn't yet my husband) he said to me, "wow! ___ is a little hottie, isn't she?" At which point he professed a desire to wash his mouth out with soap and to proclaim that if there was a hell he was now headed there. He's so funny sometimes. She's now married and had a baby girl in Nov 2012.
Little Bro- my oldest younger brother. He will always be my little brother though he's much taller than me. We made a bet many years ago for $50 to the tallest one when he turns 30. He's
Glenda- my (
Little Bit- my youngest sister. She's 16 years old. Makes me feel so old sometimes...
1st Love- pretty self explanatory, but my first real boyfriend (real meaning, lasted more than a couple weeks and we actually went places together, not just talked on the phone) who is married with a child of his own. We keep in touch through sporadic email.
Blondie- a former friend. She's a little older than me(not much). We don't talk anymore for whatever reason.
I know I haven't covered everyone, but my hands are tired. I promise to finish later.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Bored paranoia is the best
So I'm sitting here with nothing to do (the pile of laundry in the basement does not count) and it starts. What was that sound? Check the closets. Was that a car door? Look out the (closed) blinds for the millionth time today. My mini blinds do not appreciate paranoia and have the broken slats to prove it.
My husband worked with a guy who used to be a crack addict. The guy got so paranoid when he was tripped out that he had to replace his blinds all the time because he spent all his time looking out them for the cops. Some days I feel like that guy...
The kid was crazy today- it must be genetic- and so I have a splitting headache to go with my crazy. Had my second trip to the doc this week and found out that my weight problem (understatement) is due to a thyroid issue and can be fixed by taking a pill every day. Years of wondering how I can eat so little and still manage to gain so much weight- and it can be fixed with one pill a day. The doctor even cautioned me to call if I lose too much weight too quickly. That sounds promising, and a little scary.
The husband is out of town- STILL. He's been home for a total of 36 hours in almost 6 weeks. So not fair. For those of us that are newly married (less than 3 months) this is not fun. I think it's a law somewhere that newlyweds are required to have sex once a day or else their heads explode. There has been a serious violation of this law- hence the building pressure in my head.
I've been talking to an old boyfriend (1st Love) via email as of late. He was my first serious boyfriend (I was 17) and I haven't talked to him since we split in 97. Do you ever forget your first love? I don't think so. I think you just grow past it. We've been discussing old memories and new happenings. Our relationship was a learning experience- for me anyway. I wouldn't be the person I am today if I had never been with him.
That said, my good friend (we'll call her Blondie) is very concerned about this situation. She's worried that I'm lonely and bored (which we've established is true) and thinks that talking to him will be detrimental to my marriage. I don't agree for several reasons: 1) My husband (The Rubin- TR) knows that I have been talking to him- I've made no effort to hide this fact from him, 2) 1st Love is married with a child and when he sent a photo of himself it included said spouse, 3) Photo I sent in return included TR, in fact was a wedding photo, 4) Though I'm not aware of the 1st Love's intentions with our communication, I am aware of mine, and my intentions do not include messing up the best thing that ever happened to me, 5) I am not a cheater nor, as I remember, is 1st Love, 6) TR trusts me, and does such because I've never given him a reason not too, and finally, 7) I like (like is not a strong enough word- crave, maybe- adore?) having sex with TR (always a good time honey!) and I'm not about to lose that! Sorry, sex on the brain tonight- it's been tooo long!
Enough ramblings for tonight- though I haven't looked out the blinds in almost an hour- I think this might help the paranoia. Here's hoping. Also, since I'm so narcissistic and am positive that everyone wants to know about my life- TR is always telling me how stuck on myself I am- I want this posted so no one can read it! Until later...
My husband worked with a guy who used to be a crack addict. The guy got so paranoid when he was tripped out that he had to replace his blinds all the time because he spent all his time looking out them for the cops. Some days I feel like that guy...
The kid was crazy today- it must be genetic- and so I have a splitting headache to go with my crazy. Had my second trip to the doc this week and found out that my weight problem (understatement) is due to a thyroid issue and can be fixed by taking a pill every day. Years of wondering how I can eat so little and still manage to gain so much weight- and it can be fixed with one pill a day. The doctor even cautioned me to call if I lose too much weight too quickly. That sounds promising, and a little scary.
The husband is out of town- STILL. He's been home for a total of 36 hours in almost 6 weeks. So not fair. For those of us that are newly married (less than 3 months) this is not fun. I think it's a law somewhere that newlyweds are required to have sex once a day or else their heads explode. There has been a serious violation of this law- hence the building pressure in my head.
I've been talking to an old boyfriend (1st Love) via email as of late. He was my first serious boyfriend (I was 17) and I haven't talked to him since we split in 97. Do you ever forget your first love? I don't think so. I think you just grow past it. We've been discussing old memories and new happenings. Our relationship was a learning experience- for me anyway. I wouldn't be the person I am today if I had never been with him.
That said, my good friend (we'll call her Blondie) is very concerned about this situation. She's worried that I'm lonely and bored (which we've established is true) and thinks that talking to him will be detrimental to my marriage. I don't agree for several reasons: 1) My husband (The Rubin- TR) knows that I have been talking to him- I've made no effort to hide this fact from him, 2) 1st Love is married with a child and when he sent a photo of himself it included said spouse, 3) Photo I sent in return included TR, in fact was a wedding photo, 4) Though I'm not aware of the 1st Love's intentions with our communication, I am aware of mine, and my intentions do not include messing up the best thing that ever happened to me, 5) I am not a cheater nor, as I remember, is 1st Love, 6) TR trusts me, and does such because I've never given him a reason not too, and finally, 7) I like (like is not a strong enough word- crave, maybe- adore?) having sex with TR (always a good time honey!) and I'm not about to lose that! Sorry, sex on the brain tonight- it's been tooo long!
Enough ramblings for tonight- though I haven't looked out the blinds in almost an hour- I think this might help the paranoia. Here's hoping. Also, since I'm so narcissistic and am positive that everyone wants to know about my life- TR is always telling me how stuck on myself I am- I want this posted so no one can read it! Until later...
The Beginning (Beware of the crazy)
Okay, so I decided to try this cause I'm a complusive over- sharer and feel everyone should be exposed to my life on multiple occasions. Also, my neuroses will help put your craziness in perspective! Consider yourself warned...
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