Monday, April 09, 2007

In Which The Word "Chocolate" Appears Five Times In One Paragraph

I still can't believe my blog just reappeared like this. Yay!

I'm thinking about signing up here. I totally love this idea, but I'm such a non-committer. Really, I'm already doing this a lot anyway, but the idea of signing up for it makes me balk.

This weekend was N's 5th birthday. That blows my mind--FIVE YEARS OLD. Craziness. In about two weeks, J turns 1. That also blows my mind. Does this mean I'm getting old? My vote is no. My skin votes no too, by breaking out horribly. It seems terribly unfair to be getting crow's feet (I squint wayyyyy too much) and zits at the same time.

N had a great birthday party, full of far too many superhero-type presents and lots of sugar. I made him a black forest cake, and when he saw it he asked me where the trees were. It was really really good, and since I made too much (I always overdo it--better than not having enough, right?), I ate tons. I'm still reeling from the sugar binge. The next day was his birthday proper, and the kids got masses of chocolate from the Easter Bunny. Even Baby J got a giant chocolate Spongebob, which I guess means I got a giant chocolate Spongebob. I was absolutely not going to ply them with chocolate, but Grandpa had other plans and took on the role of Easter chocolate pusher. According to my sister, I am an Easter Scrooge.

There is more to say, but I am so so so tired today. All day I have been longing to go to sleep, and now that I can, I'm here on the computer. Dumb. I squint when I'm tired--more wrinkles! Gah.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Whoa. Dude.

I haven't posted in forever because I couldn't access the blog forever. After I made the switch to New Blogger, I couldn't sign in on either Ye Olde Blogger or Blogger the Seconde. Tonight I decided to just create a new blog (I was going to create it here on Blogger, I guess since it had obviously worked so well last time?), but this one was suddenly, magically accessible! Weird. Whatever. Opening this page has had the usual effect of emptying my mind of anything interesting. I'm so back, baby!

To sum up the last however long it's been (time for my beloved bullets!):

  • I have too much to do
  • I have too little time to do all I have to do
  • winter sucks
  • early spring sucks too, since around here it is indistinguishable from winter
Okay, it's late and that's all I've got tonight. But I'm back! Woo!

Friday, February 02, 2007

Remember Me?

Good Lord, has it really been over a month since I last posted? Shame on me.

Some updates /excuses to use bullets:
  • N has started at a new school. It's a Montessori school. I think it's grand, except for the zoo-like atmosphere at pick-up. N thinks it's kind of dull, mostly because when we were scoping it out, he played with a Transformer toy which he hasn't yet had the opportunity to play with again. He is pining for that toy. His entire notion of what this school would be like was based on the twenty minutes he spent with that toy.
  • G is sporting a shaggy hairdo, since I tried to trim it and he suddenly developed palsy, localized in the head and neck. Consequently, I coached him to, if questioned, blame his new look on a roving pack of rabid beavers. The shag actually looks pretty cute on him, especially now that I braved the scissors again and trimmed up the mullety bit in the back.
  • J is crawling and pulling up on everything. He can climb the stairs. He likes to bop along with music. He has five teeth and more on the way. He likes to stay up late. His poop has suddenly lost its harmless, breastfed, unstinkingness, and has become with toxic sludge. This makes me sad.
  • My cat is still randomly urinating outside the catbox. Always near the back door, always on an article of clothing that has been carelessly left on the floor. This morning it was on N's hat. Gross. I am no longer dosing her with the stuff that makes her foam at the mouth, just scooping the catbox at least twice a day (usually more) and doing regular inspections of the area to make sure there isn't anything tempting her to whiz on it.
  • I recently found an old semi-industrial sewing machine at my favourite thrift store. I paid $8 for it, and got it tuned up for about $75. I am quite delighted. I just picked it up from the shop today and have yet to try it out. Thrills! I am a sewing nerd.
That's about all I've got for tonight. I'm pooped. I tried to go to bed when the kids did, but the baby had other plans for me. That baby, he knows how to par-tay. Whoo.

Monday, January 01, 2007

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Thursday, December 14, 2006

Thud

That was the sound of me falling right off that daily posting wagon.

I am this close to eating whipped cream straight out of the mixing bowl. I can't decide if that means today is a good day or a bad day.

Husband went to San Fransisco yesterday for a business meeting. He was kind enough to go to Anthropologie while he was there, and buy me a dress to wear to his company's Christmas party. He knew my size, and he has a good enough idea of my taste to pick out one that I liked. I would love to link to an image of it, but I can't find it on the site any more. It looks really cute--until I put it on. It has pintucks which make it look as though I have big, puffy hips and belly. Just what every girl looks for in a dress. Hrm. But I can't exactly return it, since we don't have any Anthropologie shops in these here parts. I may look into returning it online--but for some reason, it doesn't have tags on it. ??! So I may be stuck with a very unflattering dress.

I am still hopeful that I can whip up something in the lovely black satin I purchased recently. I will probably remain hopeful until the afternoon of the party, at which point I will sigh heavily and wear a perfectly nice dress I can finally squish myself back into. And then I will spend the evening trying not to breathe.

Frankly, I should just be glad this is the biggest problem I've got right now. I need to stop whining and go to bed.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Surprise! It's More Negativity!

It's inching closer to 10 pm. All three kids are still awake. I've completely given up on the older two and am trying to ignore them. They're not making it easy, as they are alternating between making loud, mirthful sounds and loud, peevish sounds. There are none of those silent, sleeping-child sounds I am so fond of. I am keeping mum because I'm fresh out of mirthful, and if my mouth opens I fear flames will shoot out of it.

I should have known this would happen. We spent the day visiting my sister and her kids, and Sparkles the guinea pig, who is their weekend guest. Whenever we return home after a day there, they seem to need to cram in a full day's worth of shit-disturbing on their own turf. I don't know how they didn't get it all out of their system there, because they were like crazed little animals. But, like usual, they found some magical reserve of energy as soon as we came home--which also happened to be 1/2 hour before bedtime. WHY DO I NEVER LEARN?

In other news, the cat's kidneys are fine. She has been prescribed antidepressants (boy, that apple didn't fall far from the tree!). Apparently, this antidepressant has the bonus side-effect of helping to cure mild urinary tract infections (which she has), on top of its main effect of chilling cats right the hell out of their propensity to pee where they shouldn't (which she also has). So, as far as we can tell, the reason she's peeing on the floor is that she's a big, fat stressball. I wonder if my crazy is contagious? I feel a bit ridiculous giving antidepressants to my cat. But then, I feel a bit ridiculous cleaning up cat pee every day, so I'll try on this new ridiculous.

Praise Allah or whoever you like, it is finally quiet upstairs. Down here, there is another poopy bum to change, and then it's time for B. E. D.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Worst. Mom. Ever.

I hate myself.

This morning I got up, glanced at the clock, and thought, "Hmmm, must call the vet when they open at 9:30, to see about collecting the cat." Then we got ourselves and the kids ready for a Christmas party, and went out to see Santa. On the way home I glanced at the clock. 2:45...hmm, later than I thought...am I forgetting something? Isn't there something I was supposed to do--OHMYGODTHEVETCLOSEDAT1:30!

I completely forgot my kitty. And now she's there until MONDAY. I feel like such a douchebag.

They assured me (in the three messages they left while we were out) that she'll be checked on this weekend--but the poor girl is in a strange place full of strange sounds and smells. I am a bad, bad person.

Bad.

Update: Less than 1/2 hour after I posted, the vet called! He went in to check up on her and another cat, and phoned on the off-chance I was sitting morosely beside the phone, hating myself. I was there in 6 minutes. Yay!