Agenda For Today
Go to work *sigh* early. Last night when I returned to the nursery to put my cart away I noticed that the evening nurse who had informed me of 'all' of the discharges for today had missed a few. Now I have 6 discharges waiting for me this morning.
Get a nap - that will happen AFTER I get home from work...
Clean out fish tank - I was piering into the tank this morning trying to see my fish past the lovely greenish sheen of alegae on the glass thinking 'Damn! Youre swimming in your own waste! I better do something... oh wait... your fish, your always swimming in your own waste... thats the big reason I don't go in the water at the beach... fish poop... or public pools... human pee... although me having to squeeze this body into a bathing suit is also a huge deterant... um... what was I thinking about... oh yeah... hi fishies... yuck your tank is dirty..." Hey I'm tired.
Clean house... this may or may not fall to me since hubby is home with the kids today... I'm betting money I'll have to do at least some of it.
Well I better get going so I can get the 'Go To Work' part done...
Saturday, August 02, 2003
Friday, August 01, 2003
Naps Are Nice!
I managed to get a nap for a couple of hours, I also managed to get my oldest (non napper) to take a nap with me (that's the only reason I was able to get a couple hour long nap!)
I feel much better. I have a million and one things to do here at home we are having people over for a game tomorrow and one guy is bringing his room mate/girl friend so I need to make sure the house is really clean. I've been kind of slacking off the past few days - cleaning but not as well as I usually do.
I just realized I haven't posted a humiliating picture of my cats in a while... must think of something to do to them....
I managed to get a nap for a couple of hours, I also managed to get my oldest (non napper) to take a nap with me (that's the only reason I was able to get a couple hour long nap!)
I feel much better. I have a million and one things to do here at home we are having people over for a game tomorrow and one guy is bringing his room mate/girl friend so I need to make sure the house is really clean. I've been kind of slacking off the past few days - cleaning but not as well as I usually do.
I just realized I haven't posted a humiliating picture of my cats in a while... must think of something to do to them....
Must.... follow.... the... crowd... must ... do... quiz....
Bill Lumbergh
What Office Space character are you?
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hmmm... I but that would be funnier if I had actually seen that movie.... I really need to get out more.
Bill Lumbergh
What Office Space character are you?
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hmmm... I but that would be funnier if I had actually seen that movie.... I really need to get out more.
Who's That Knock-Knock-Knocking At My Door?
It was a visit from the state - probably the last one thankfully. The only inoppertune thing about it was that myself and the little people had JUST gotten out of the bath. I threw on some clothes (on everyone) and let her in. I sat there and discussed whatever with my hair in a towel - I felt so trashy. Upside to that is that when I finally did finish with her and got to dry my hair it turned out absolutly PERFECT!
Take a look
Of course it will not look like this by the time I go to work tonight. I look like a giant psychotic red poodle by then.
Yes, yes I know I look tired... I am tired. I haven't been getting into bed until after 1AM for the past couple of nights - hell I'm not getting home from work before 11 PM. I need rest... Going to put children down for naps and take one myself.
It was a visit from the state - probably the last one thankfully. The only inoppertune thing about it was that myself and the little people had JUST gotten out of the bath. I threw on some clothes (on everyone) and let her in. I sat there and discussed whatever with my hair in a towel - I felt so trashy. Upside to that is that when I finally did finish with her and got to dry my hair it turned out absolutly PERFECT!
Take a look
Of course it will not look like this by the time I go to work tonight. I look like a giant psychotic red poodle by then.
Yes, yes I know I look tired... I am tired. I haven't been getting into bed until after 1AM for the past couple of nights - hell I'm not getting home from work before 11 PM. I need rest... Going to put children down for naps and take one myself.
Thursday, July 31, 2003
Visual Proof That Babies Don't Make Good Banks
See you can only get maybe 15 or 20 pennies in. hehehe... I know... that's sick. I did NOT shove the pennies in Chuckie's mouth - my adorable daughter did that. I had to take a picture and act like it wasn't funny while scolding her for shoving the pennies in the dolls mouth. Some days it's hard to be a parent. ;o)
See you can only get maybe 15 or 20 pennies in. hehehe... I know... that's sick. I did NOT shove the pennies in Chuckie's mouth - my adorable daughter did that. I had to take a picture and act like it wasn't funny while scolding her for shoving the pennies in the dolls mouth. Some days it's hard to be a parent. ;o)
Hopscotch
I'm to freaking old to be playing hopscotch, but I have little ones so I have to at least teach them now to play. Supergirl askes me to play with them. OK sure since we were outside playing with side walk chalk I figured what the hell. I grabbed a piece of chalk and started to draw blocks on the sidewalk, then it struck me - I had no idea how many blocks I was supposed to be drawing! So I draw some and count... nope, doesn't seem like enough... I add a couple to the beginning and the end then I number them... hmmm... somehow it doesn't seem right... but the little one is anxious to play so it will have to do. I send her off to find a rock, I did remember that much. Then I remember that you toss the rock in one of the squares and hop. Well I can't really remember what the hell else you do and ya know, at a certain age you just stop hopping - so now at nearly 32 I'm out with my daughter jumping around like a moron almost falling over and thinking "Damn... I don't remember hoping and having so much of me juggling.... hmmm... what was that creaking noise and what body part was that coming from? How the hell did I do this for hours on end when I was a child? My goodness what will people think when they come upon my lifeless body sprawled on a badly drawn hopscotch board?" I only hopped the board about 4 times then I just watched. Later after naps and cleaning and all, I looked up hopscotch and I found this page How to play hopscotch ... Aww great... there are several ways to play and none of which did I happen to be doing correctly. *sigh* Oh well.. now I know, and knowing is half the battle!
I'm to freaking old to be playing hopscotch, but I have little ones so I have to at least teach them now to play. Supergirl askes me to play with them. OK sure since we were outside playing with side walk chalk I figured what the hell. I grabbed a piece of chalk and started to draw blocks on the sidewalk, then it struck me - I had no idea how many blocks I was supposed to be drawing! So I draw some and count... nope, doesn't seem like enough... I add a couple to the beginning and the end then I number them... hmmm... somehow it doesn't seem right... but the little one is anxious to play so it will have to do. I send her off to find a rock, I did remember that much. Then I remember that you toss the rock in one of the squares and hop. Well I can't really remember what the hell else you do and ya know, at a certain age you just stop hopping - so now at nearly 32 I'm out with my daughter jumping around like a moron almost falling over and thinking "Damn... I don't remember hoping and having so much of me juggling.... hmmm... what was that creaking noise and what body part was that coming from? How the hell did I do this for hours on end when I was a child? My goodness what will people think when they come upon my lifeless body sprawled on a badly drawn hopscotch board?" I only hopped the board about 4 times then I just watched. Later after naps and cleaning and all, I looked up hopscotch and I found this page How to play hopscotch ... Aww great... there are several ways to play and none of which did I happen to be doing correctly. *sigh* Oh well.. now I know, and knowing is half the battle!
Will The Skanky Ho Please Leave The Pool Area! You Are Frightening The Small Children!
Damn it's hot here... 102. Aircondition is nice. Anyway, I go check the mail and notice this skanky ho at the pool. She's there every freaking day. Sitting by the pool all oiled up smoking a cig. This wouldn't be so bad except she always wears a bikini and she sooooo does NOT have a bikini friendly body. I mean really, your belly should not hang over your bikini bottom. I know I don't have a bikini friendly body (hell my bikini panties that no one but me and my sancho see sometimes complain to me that I shouldn't be wearing them) so I know it's not nice or friendly to subject people to that sight.
Living in an apartment community makes the pool an interesting gathering place for um... *interesting* people. Theres one woman who frequents the pool. She's white white white who is always in her bathing suit or shorts laying out on a chair talking on her cell phone and occasionally yelling at her kids who run around the pool like maniacs. I don't do pools. Haven't been in a pool in years and years. I don't even own a bathing suit - far to scary of a prospect. Besides I have fish-belly white skin that I prefer to keep at that lovely pale color. I do tan, quite dark really, but I have cultivated this paleness over many many years of concious avoidance of the sun. Besides skin cancer runs in my family AND my youngest aunt was a major sun worshiper in her 30's and now that she's in her 40's her skin looks bad... lizardy... ick.
Damn it's hot here... 102. Aircondition is nice. Anyway, I go check the mail and notice this skanky ho at the pool. She's there every freaking day. Sitting by the pool all oiled up smoking a cig. This wouldn't be so bad except she always wears a bikini and she sooooo does NOT have a bikini friendly body. I mean really, your belly should not hang over your bikini bottom. I know I don't have a bikini friendly body (hell my bikini panties that no one but me and my sancho see sometimes complain to me that I shouldn't be wearing them) so I know it's not nice or friendly to subject people to that sight.
Living in an apartment community makes the pool an interesting gathering place for um... *interesting* people. Theres one woman who frequents the pool. She's white white white who is always in her bathing suit or shorts laying out on a chair talking on her cell phone and occasionally yelling at her kids who run around the pool like maniacs. I don't do pools. Haven't been in a pool in years and years. I don't even own a bathing suit - far to scary of a prospect. Besides I have fish-belly white skin that I prefer to keep at that lovely pale color. I do tan, quite dark really, but I have cultivated this paleness over many many years of concious avoidance of the sun. Besides skin cancer runs in my family AND my youngest aunt was a major sun worshiper in her 30's and now that she's in her 40's her skin looks bad... lizardy... ick.
Grr... I wrote a witty post about an hour and a half ago and the stupid blogger ate it. Fucker.
Procrastination - More On That Later
Yesterday afternoon the little people were demon possessed. I suppose I some how inadvertently summoned demons to posses my otherwise angelic children (scarcasm) - probably while I was repeatedly vacuuming the carpet. I had to completly clean the livingroom twice yesterday right down to vacuuming the carpet - not just vacuuming up a spill but the whole damn carpet - then I spent the rest of the time chasing them around trying to contain any mess so as to not have to vacuum a third time in an 8 hour period.
Hubby decided to work late yesterday despite the fact that I had informed him earlier that I needed to go to work. *sigh* Men. I got to work at 7 pm and worked untill 11 pm. I had 10 people on my list who were discharging Thursday morning, one person declined and I took 9 baby photos with 7 sales. I was so busy I was scheduling appointments 15 minutes appart - I generally schedule 30 minutes apart, I didn't fall behind until one of the last people. The mom would NOT keep her hands off the baby while I was trying to take the photos. She was making me super nervous and I finally had to tell her to move her hands. When she finally did the pictures were done pretty quick. Anyway - I made $71 in commission so I'm happy. Oh one other freaky thing, the first three babies I photoed were all named Callie - all different spellings but the same name.
Last night when I got home, hubby was playing a game on my computer. I knew he was going to be playing a game but I was still a little irriated. I waited for him to get off the damn computer so I could figure my commission and check my e-mail - he didn't get off until about 12:30 AM. grrr.... then I didn't get to bed until 1 am. AND my little minions of the darkside were up way to damn early! By god! Don't you ever sleep in?!?!?
And I still haven't gotten the things listed on auction that I need to get sold. Damn... very frustrating.
Procrastination - More On That Later
Yesterday afternoon the little people were demon possessed. I suppose I some how inadvertently summoned demons to posses my otherwise angelic children (scarcasm) - probably while I was repeatedly vacuuming the carpet. I had to completly clean the livingroom twice yesterday right down to vacuuming the carpet - not just vacuuming up a spill but the whole damn carpet - then I spent the rest of the time chasing them around trying to contain any mess so as to not have to vacuum a third time in an 8 hour period.
Hubby decided to work late yesterday despite the fact that I had informed him earlier that I needed to go to work. *sigh* Men. I got to work at 7 pm and worked untill 11 pm. I had 10 people on my list who were discharging Thursday morning, one person declined and I took 9 baby photos with 7 sales. I was so busy I was scheduling appointments 15 minutes appart - I generally schedule 30 minutes apart, I didn't fall behind until one of the last people. The mom would NOT keep her hands off the baby while I was trying to take the photos. She was making me super nervous and I finally had to tell her to move her hands. When she finally did the pictures were done pretty quick. Anyway - I made $71 in commission so I'm happy. Oh one other freaky thing, the first three babies I photoed were all named Callie - all different spellings but the same name.
Last night when I got home, hubby was playing a game on my computer. I knew he was going to be playing a game but I was still a little irriated. I waited for him to get off the damn computer so I could figure my commission and check my e-mail - he didn't get off until about 12:30 AM. grrr.... then I didn't get to bed until 1 am. AND my little minions of the darkside were up way to damn early! By god! Don't you ever sleep in?!?!?
And I still haven't gotten the things listed on auction that I need to get sold. Damn... very frustrating.
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
Tubbies!
hehehe... kids... I'm listening to the mp3's I downloaded the other day. The song Total Hate by No Doubt and Sublime is on, Super Girl is singing along to the chorus - but she's singing 'Tubbies!' for 'Total Hate'... hehehehe... and I'm not about to correct her. No Doubt singing about TeleTubbies.
hehehe... kids... I'm listening to the mp3's I downloaded the other day. The song Total Hate by No Doubt and Sublime is on, Super Girl is singing along to the chorus - but she's singing 'Tubbies!' for 'Total Hate'... hehehehe... and I'm not about to correct her. No Doubt singing about TeleTubbies.
Judy-dobie-do where are you?
Last night hubby and I had a total Scooby moment. We were up late discussing … solutions to world hunger or politics or fashion, well to be totally honest I can’t remember WHAT we were up talking about but I’m sure it was important, it kept us up until after 1AM. Anyway, while we were talking we heard an odd scratching at the door, it kind of sounded like someone trying to unlock our door. The first time we heard it we stopped talking and looked at the door expectantly, knowing that the only two people we know of to posses a key to our front door were the two of us. Nothing happened. We went back to our conversation. Then it happened again, dead silence from us and looks at the door. This time I got up and peeped out the peep hole half excepting to see some drunk outside fumbling with keys (that actually happened to me once when I lived in Dallas). Nope, no one out there. Back to the all important conversation. It happens again. We both just look at each other then start laughing and I say “Well I’m no Daphnee or Fred and I don’t know about you Shaggy, but I’m not opening the door!” We laugh then start talking about how since Daphnee, Fred and Velma aren’t here, Scooby (that would be me) and Shaggy (hubby) are just going to cower in fear and wonder if it’s a ghost, but be damned if we open the door and find either a)a ghost b)Mr. Jenkins dressed up as a ghost or c)another rabid raccoon… dressed up as a ghost, not even for a Scooby snack. We were laughing when it happens again. Utter silence in the room. I’m scanning the room for ANYTHING that might possibly be making that noise. I suggest that it’s a note pad being blown by the overhead fan or maybe a bug outside to which Shaggy, I mean hubby replies that it would have to be one pretty big bug to make that noise. And the noise happens again, this time hubby peers out the window – nothing he can see. I go look out the window, then the door peep hole. I must know where that noise is coming from! So…I have a total Velma moment, I unlock the door… I open the door… guess what it was? A BIG ASS BUG! A cicada to be exact. After 13 years in the ground it had crawled its way out of the ground, shed its larva skin and flew into the trees… then apparently got bored and decided to knock on my door for fun – teenagers, sheesh. He seemed to have missed the one part about running away after you knock on a door, so I caught the little bugger… on a digital picture. I could swear that when I swatted the cicada away from the door step I heard “I would have gotten away with it if not for you meddling kids!”… nah…
Later...
And by popular demand... Here's CICADA BUG!
Last night hubby and I had a total Scooby moment. We were up late discussing … solutions to world hunger or politics or fashion, well to be totally honest I can’t remember WHAT we were up talking about but I’m sure it was important, it kept us up until after 1AM. Anyway, while we were talking we heard an odd scratching at the door, it kind of sounded like someone trying to unlock our door. The first time we heard it we stopped talking and looked at the door expectantly, knowing that the only two people we know of to posses a key to our front door were the two of us. Nothing happened. We went back to our conversation. Then it happened again, dead silence from us and looks at the door. This time I got up and peeped out the peep hole half excepting to see some drunk outside fumbling with keys (that actually happened to me once when I lived in Dallas). Nope, no one out there. Back to the all important conversation. It happens again. We both just look at each other then start laughing and I say “Well I’m no Daphnee or Fred and I don’t know about you Shaggy, but I’m not opening the door!” We laugh then start talking about how since Daphnee, Fred and Velma aren’t here, Scooby (that would be me) and Shaggy (hubby) are just going to cower in fear and wonder if it’s a ghost, but be damned if we open the door and find either a)a ghost b)Mr. Jenkins dressed up as a ghost or c)another rabid raccoon… dressed up as a ghost, not even for a Scooby snack. We were laughing when it happens again. Utter silence in the room. I’m scanning the room for ANYTHING that might possibly be making that noise. I suggest that it’s a note pad being blown by the overhead fan or maybe a bug outside to which Shaggy, I mean hubby replies that it would have to be one pretty big bug to make that noise. And the noise happens again, this time hubby peers out the window – nothing he can see. I go look out the window, then the door peep hole. I must know where that noise is coming from! So…I have a total Velma moment, I unlock the door… I open the door… guess what it was? A BIG ASS BUG! A cicada to be exact. After 13 years in the ground it had crawled its way out of the ground, shed its larva skin and flew into the trees… then apparently got bored and decided to knock on my door for fun – teenagers, sheesh. He seemed to have missed the one part about running away after you knock on a door, so I caught the little bugger… on a digital picture. I could swear that when I swatted the cicada away from the door step I heard “I would have gotten away with it if not for you meddling kids!”… nah…
Later...
And by popular demand... Here's CICADA BUG!
Monday, July 28, 2003
At A Loss
This past Friday evening I found myself in an odd prediciment. I had time. Time to do what I wanted to do. Uninterupted time. The little people went to bed right on time and hubby was monopolizing my computer. I figured I would do some reading. I finished the most recent Readers Digest I had and then found my self at a profound lack of reading materials. I couldn't find a book to read! I didn't have a damn thing to read. It was very frustrating and made me realize that I had not been to the library in months. I miss the library. I need to check out American Gods again - actually read it this time.
This past Friday evening I found myself in an odd prediciment. I had time. Time to do what I wanted to do. Uninterupted time. The little people went to bed right on time and hubby was monopolizing my computer. I figured I would do some reading. I finished the most recent Readers Digest I had and then found my self at a profound lack of reading materials. I couldn't find a book to read! I didn't have a damn thing to read. It was very frustrating and made me realize that I had not been to the library in months. I miss the library. I need to check out American Gods again - actually read it this time.
6 AM!!!WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?
My children were up at 6 AM. Why? I have no clue. I know two little girls who WILL be taking naps today. Hell I would put them down for nows NOW if I could. I did try putting them back in bed, but that didn't last long.
On to other things...
ART
I'm working on some new art work. My hubby cleaned out his bedroom and he found a brand new unopened pack of my art paper! YAY! I don't even remember when I bought it. Anyway I popped it open and started working on a piece for Cabbage Patch - It's going to be her name with a cool picture representive of what her name means. The only thing that's frustrating me now is that I can't find my Prisma Colors. I have a brief case full of Prisma Colors and other art supplies, and for the life of me I can not find it.
I really haven't done any art work like this in years. The last big thing I did with intentions of getting framed was a picture of whales for a dear friend of mine. (he better still have it! hehehehe...). I lost all of my art work I did in high school and college in a fire about 5 and a half years ago (actually happened why I was at the above mentioned friends house). I had a lot of different things, my favorites being fantasy sea pictures done in Prisma and some in water colors. So sad...
Anyway, I've started doing this in a style that is not really my own - kind of Art Deco-ish. We'll see if I continue with it or if I just screw it up horribly. hehehe...
My children were up at 6 AM. Why? I have no clue. I know two little girls who WILL be taking naps today. Hell I would put them down for nows NOW if I could. I did try putting them back in bed, but that didn't last long.
On to other things...
ART
I'm working on some new art work. My hubby cleaned out his bedroom and he found a brand new unopened pack of my art paper! YAY! I don't even remember when I bought it. Anyway I popped it open and started working on a piece for Cabbage Patch - It's going to be her name with a cool picture representive of what her name means. The only thing that's frustrating me now is that I can't find my Prisma Colors. I have a brief case full of Prisma Colors and other art supplies, and for the life of me I can not find it.
I really haven't done any art work like this in years. The last big thing I did with intentions of getting framed was a picture of whales for a dear friend of mine. (he better still have it! hehehehe...). I lost all of my art work I did in high school and college in a fire about 5 and a half years ago (actually happened why I was at the above mentioned friends house). I had a lot of different things, my favorites being fantasy sea pictures done in Prisma and some in water colors. So sad...
Anyway, I've started doing this in a style that is not really my own - kind of Art Deco-ish. We'll see if I continue with it or if I just screw it up horribly. hehehe...
Sunday, July 27, 2003
I'm Laughing My Ass Off!
Read this! Japanese Women Dishing On Men! Tooo damn funny! (And guys... the bit about not spraying on the face... take that to heart... that's just mess and if it get's in your eyes... ick...) And that brings us to this article Jack-off star makes splash in face of adversity
Read this! Japanese Women Dishing On Men! Tooo damn funny! (And guys... the bit about not spraying on the face... take that to heart... that's just mess and if it get's in your eyes... ick...) And that brings us to this article Jack-off star makes splash in face of adversity
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