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Sense of accomplishment

  • Posted on April 30, 2004 at 11:18 pm

Today I:

  1. Folded all the laundry
  2. Reorganized my closet yet again (3 people, 1 closet)
  3. Did some serious cooking – hopefully I won’t have to again this weekend.
  4. Got called a hippie by my cousin.**
  5. Got the above cousin’s kid picked up from school and dropped off at the appropriate place.

All on top of the usual mommy stuff like feeding, changing, tickling, playing, and napping.

**Apparently, the fact that I adjust my life to accomodate my toddler’s issues makes me a hippie.
An item I was looking for online is very easily acquired at the mall. Because Dan doesn’t do well in large spaces with crowds and crowds of people, I avoid the mall like the plague. If I go there with him, I will end up (much like I did at the NC Renn Faire) carrying both boys. It’s just easier to adjust my schedule to his needs, and when he gets older, we can try it. And I’m prepared to try it again and again until he GETS comfortable with it.

It is my cousin’s opinion that I should “lay the smackdown on the kid” and make him walk instead of carrying him. He didn’t address what I should do if Dan becomes unglued in the mall. I suspect it would be the same. Needless to say, this cousin hasn’t spent a lot of time with Dan and is incredibly clueless as a parent to begin with. But that’s a whole nother kettle o fish. (yes he pissed me off. who the hell does he think he is??!!??)

And that’s the end of my day. I’ve been in an odd mood for most of it. OH – and I was told today by a friend that I “need to get laid in the WORST way”. I’m not exactly sure what the WORST way is though. I suspect it would be standing in a hammock…..

What do you think?

Pizza – It’ll get you in the end!.

  • Posted on April 30, 2004 at 12:19 pm

Kevin at Wizbang spoke of the hidden dangers of pizza, which immediately brought a recent email forwarded to me by a friend. (sidenote to friend – QUITIT! Email and say “HI!” don’t send me 20 million forwards!)

Operator: “Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your national ID number?”

Customer: “Hi, I’d like to place an order.”

Operator: “I must have your NIDN first, sir.”

Customer: “My National ID Number, yeah, hold on, eh,it’s 6102049998-45-54610.”

Operator: “Thank you, Mr. Sheehan. I see you live at 1742 Meadowland Drive, and the phone number’s 494-2366. Your office number over at Lincoln Insurance is 745-2302 and your cell number’s 266-2566. Email address is sheehan@home.net Which number are you calling from, sir?”

Customer: “Huh? I’m at home. Where d’ya get all this information?”

Operator: “We’re wired into the HSS, sir.”

Customer: “The HSS, what is that?”

Operator: “We’re wired into the Homeland Security System, sir. This will add only 15 seconds to your ordering time.”

Customer: (Sighs) “Oh, well, I’d like to order a couple of your All-Meat Special pizzas.”

Operator: “I don’t think that’s a good idea, sir.”

Customer: “Whaddya mean?”

Operator: “Sir, your medical records and toilet sensors indicate that you’ve got very high blood pressure and extremely high cholesterol. Your National Health Care provider won’t allow such an unhealthy choice.”

Customer: “What?!?! What do you recommend, then?”

Operator: “You might try our low-fat Soybean Pizza. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Customer: “What makes you think I’d like something like that?”

Operator: “Well, you checked out ‘Gourmet Soybean Recipes’ from your local library last week, sir. That’s why I made the suggestion.”

Customer: “All right, all right. Give me two family-sized ones, then.”

Operator: “That should be plenty for you, your wife, and your four kids, and your 2 dogs can finish the crusts, sir. Your total is $49.99.”

Customer: “Lemme give you my credit card number.”

Operator: “I’m sorry sir, but I’m afraid you’ll have to pay in cash. Your credit card balance is over its limit.”

Customer: “I’ll run over to the ATM and get some cash before your driver gets here.”

Operator: “That won’t work either, sir. Your checking account’s overdrawn also.”

Customer: “Never mind! Just send the pizzas. I’ll have the cash ready. How long will it take?”

Operator: “We’re running a little behind, sir. It’ll be about 45 minutes, sir. If you’re in a hurry, you might want to pick them up while you’re out getting the cash, but then, carrying pizzas on a motorcycle can be a little awkward.”

Customer: “Wait! How do you know I ride a scooter?”

Operator: “It says here you’re in arrears on your car payments, so your car got repo’ed. But your Harley’s paid for and you just filled the tank yesterday.”

Customer! : Well, I’ll be a “@#%/$@&?#!”

Operator: “I’d advise watching your language, sir. You’ve already got a July 4, 2006, conviction for cussing out a cop and another one I see here on September for contempt at your hearing for cussing at a judge. Oh, yes, I see here that you just got out from a 90-day stay in the State Correctional Facility. Is this your first pizza since your return to society?”

Customer: (Speechless)

Operator: “Will there be anything else, sir?”

Customer: “Yes, I have a coupon for a free 2 liter of Coke”.

Operator: “I’m sorry sir, but our ad’s exclusionary clause prevents us from offering free soda to diabetics. The New Constitution prohibits this. Thank you for calling Pizza Hut!”

Theme Thursday

  • Posted on April 29, 2004 at 10:51 pm

Theme Thursday is Purple!

And don’t worry, I won’t post any bruise pictures, though I was sorely tempted to!

Due to lack of proper subjects that will hold still for photos, I give you:



Back to the Drawing Board

  • Posted on April 29, 2004 at 10:50 am

A friend told me their office was looking for good employees to do transcription at home. I called the office, gave my qualifications….and they aren’t hiring. AND they have a waiting list for training. Oh, but if I want to send in my resume, they’ll be glad to hold on to it for when they look for new employees again.

At least she was somewhat apologetic…..

The Advertising Slogan Generator

  • Posted on April 28, 2004 at 4:25 pm

The Advertising Slogan Generator

via Amber

So what was mine?

try #1 – Nothing sucks like a TinkleBelle

*blinks* Uhm, y’know….this isn’t an “adult” blog.

try #2 – “It does exactly what it says on the TinkleBelle”

Huh? I have instructions? My ex-husband probably would have LOVED to see them….

try #3 – Sweet as the moment TinkleBelle went “POP”

……not EVEN gonna go there.

Just a phase, I hope.

  • Posted on April 28, 2004 at 1:09 pm

I can’t get motivated to do anything. Clothes are sitting in the basket on the sofa waiting to be folded. The dirty laundry basket is screaming to be emptied. There is a load of diapers in the washer–that I may finish today. When we went to see Granny, I put the boys in disposables and haven’t switched back. And I don’t have the cash to keep them in disposable diapers. And I need to re-vamp my cloth diapering system.

Alannah has been focusing on learning how to play the piano and neglecting what little schoolwork I ask of her. But that’s the whole purpose of homeschooling, right? At any rate, I’m SO not worried about her “falling behind” as my mother is so wont to complain about. I give her a computer-based placement test once a year (state-required, or I wouldn’t bother) and she’s consistently tested in the 8th grade or higher on every subject but math – and she’s on “grade level” for it. Not too shabby for an 11-year old kid, right? But listening to every sour note she hits on her way to learning the songs are making me cringe. I want to run in there and play the damn song myself just so I can hear it the entire way through with no error. Fortunately for Alannah, I realize it wouldn’t necessarily be the best thing for HER to learn the song by listening to ME play with ease what she’s been busting her hump for 3 weeks over, so I leave it. For the curious, she’s learning Bach’s Minuet 4.

Joe is officially mobile. He’s not quite crawling on all fours, but has the army crawl down pat – and he’s a QUICK lil booger. Pretty soon I’ll need to put baby gates up–gotta give him something to pull up on. And he LOVES playing with the fridge magnets! He’s got to be the first child of mine who actually enjoyed that particular activity.

Daniel….how to describe Dan? He’s definitely making me a little unhinged. At 3 years old, he already knows what he wants and EXACTLY how he wants it. He pitched a tantrum at the dinner table the other night….because the cake he was eating wouldn’t stay on the fork. He’d get some on the fork, get the fork halfway to his mouth. The cake would fall into his lap, and he’d scream. And let me tell you – the screams this kid can put out shatter glass. And he didn’t WANT to eat the cake with his hands, or let me feed him. Yeah, I understand the whole pride/frustration thing, but DAMN ya don’t have to scream. And I never know what’s going to set him off. There are times when he cries because something hurt, then he freaks out because he doesn’t like the way the tears feel on his face. Hopefully, as he gets older and better able to express himself, we’ll be able to avoid these things.

Oh, and the piece de resistance – my cousin and his wife have separated for the Nth time, so I get to pick their daughter up and sit on her after school, and all summer. Fortunately, she and Alannah get along reasonably well (they’re close in age) so I’m able to throw them outside to play a good bit of the time. I just wish they’d get their stuff together, ya know? Get your ass off the fence and stop separating all the time. Either agree that the only way out of the marriage is in a pine box, or divorce and move on. I don’t EVEN wanna think about the damage they’re doing to their daughter with this crap. /rant

OK, I guess I should get my carcass moving toward the leaning tower of laundry to be folded. And the washer/dryer. And maybe I should do something toward cooking dinner. *ponders*

Hmm.

  • Posted on April 26, 2004 at 9:52 am

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Uhm. Ouch?

  • Posted on April 25, 2004 at 2:20 pm

So there I was, sitting in my rocking chair, crocheting my lil heart out. Mom walks in from church, squeaks “WHAT DID YOU DO??!!??” and points to my leg. I look down, see this.

Of course, I immediately ran to shave my legs before taking this picture.

What?

Quit laughing!

I don’t know how I did it, don’t remember doing it, and am amazed that it really doesn’t hurt.

LunaNi?a.com | Unconscious Mutterings

  • Posted on April 25, 2004 at 9:23 am

LunaNi?a.com | Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Elastic:: waistband
  2. Intervention:: addict
  3. Risk:: take
  4. Junk food::cheesypuffs
  5. Arrogance:: unbelievable
  6. Responsibility:: family
  7. X:: rated
  8. Marshall::Mathers
  9. Kill:: die
  10. Brother::favorite

Bastard.

  • Posted on April 23, 2004 at 10:07 pm

It’s his son’s birthday today. No phone call, no IM, no email, no card in the mail.

I’m glad Dan is too young to understand stuff like this.