The Motivation Train Has Left The Station!
Damn, I don’t feel like going to work today. No particular reason other than I’d like to just sleep until noon.
Someone come make me coffee! And breakfast… I like my eggs over easy.
Not As Planned…
So my tough love approach day didn’t go as planned. Partly because it was my day off and I ended up snoozing late. The day didn’t improve much, about the time I decided to take a shower I discovered that the water was turned off for some fucking reason. DAMN! Fine no shower, I could do house work until the water was on… or could I? Nope, seems you actually NEED water to do laundry and wash dishes – and the dog just didn’t feel like licking anymore dirty plates for me. DAMN! Okay fine, what next? Oh I needed to go to the grocery store. Well that wasn’t going to happen until after I hit the showers, there was no way I was going to head outside with raccoon eyes and dirty hair. Ah well it worked out after all, the water magically came back on, I forced my irritable offspring to take a nap and I did get a shower.
Awesomeness
Yesterday I did the MOST AWESOME cake ever. It was a big lion! My boss was rather impressed and took photos of the cake. I went back yesterday evening and took photos of the cake myself – If I ever get a damn card reader for this camera, I’ll share the amazing photos with everyone.
Okay, must go muster up some motivation to go to work now.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Tough Love
Sometimes being a parent means you have to do things that piss of your kids. Tonight my kids are STILL awake, I put them to bed at 9 pm and they are still AWAKE just messing around in their room. Tomorrow I will wake them bright and early and make sure we have a nice active day so they will go the hell to bed at 9 pm tomorrow night. I almost hope they stay up later.
Sometimes being a parent means you have to do things that piss of your kids. Tonight my kids are STILL awake, I put them to bed at 9 pm and they are still AWAKE just messing around in their room. Tomorrow I will wake them bright and early and make sure we have a nice active day so they will go the hell to bed at 9 pm tomorrow night. I almost hope they stay up later.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Why I Hate Pants
Recently I made a spur of the moment purchase of some white Capri pants. Now before I go any further, you must know (or not, depends on what you WANT to know) that I HATE shopping for pants, I HATE it. I look HORRIBLE in pants. I’ll admit it, even my beloved camo Capri pants. I look H O R R I B L E. I have the WORST body shape for pants and subsequently I prefer to wear shorts (which really don’t look that much better but they generally aren’t 3-6 inches too long) or skirts. Anyway, like I said, I had a moment of insanity and bought a pair of pants – in my haste I grabbed the next size up. I thought that would be fine, I thought my big behind would compensate. I was wrong. I went for a walk with my offspring today and spent a lot of time hiking my pants up. It was truly a lovely sight. Damn I hate pants on me. And now I have pants that are too big for me. If anyone wants them, let me know!
Gas Station Romance
Something else odd happened to me today other than discovering that my pants were not fitting me. I stopped in a gas station with my progeny to get them drinks. As I dug out the correct change for Abu he made small talk with me. Then he asked me if my daughters were all I had as far as kids. I said yes, just two girls. Then he gets this strange look in is eyes like he was about to ask me out to a romantic dinner and says “Well maybe in the future you will.” I suddenly felt like I needed some Lysol and said something like “Well you never know. Have a great day!” and got the hell out of there before I had to throw the slushies on this man. It was creepy.
Just In
Said to me: Mommy, Coco needs to brush her teeth! She’s got bad breath.
Me: She’s a DOG! She’s supposed to have dog breath! Besides, why were you smelling the dog’s breath?
Tingling With Geekiness
I just finished a discussion with K about a creature on Star Trek and whether it was sentient. The conversation was carried over to an online friend for more discussion and debate. We’ve moved on to etymology. Though this is the same friend I told would end up with calluses on his penis for spanking, his monkey to what he says is an ‘unnatural amount of times a day’.
And now, because it’s late and I’m in an odd mood… it’s time to LETTERS FROM ME! It’s been a while since I’ve done this but here goes.
Dear Strange Old Man in the Store;
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE stop walking around with your hand on your junk while you shop. I realize you are really old and it’s probably just that you are at the stage in your life where you forget things so you just keep a hold of that to make sure you DID in fact put it in your pants this morning, but REALLY – it’s making me kind of sick. I swear I threw up a little bit in my mouth.
Sincerely,
Grossed Out A Lot
Dear Management Team From A Store That isn’t Wally World but Is Still Super;
WTF is with you coming into the bakery to scope out the cake decorator (me) in such a bold manner? You people creeped me out.
Warmest Regards;
Don’t Want To Work For You
Dearest Lovely Local Firemen;
Thank you for walking through the bakery. Please walk slower.
Lustfully Yours,
I’ve Got Rechargeable Batteries
Dear Tiny Terrorists;
I don’t care that you are bored. Stop telling me about it, it won’t make you less bored, you’ll just be bored AND in the corner. It’s not my fault; blame the powers that be who don’t want YEAR ROUND SCHOOL – fucking commies.
Suck it up.
Love,
Mom
Dear Coco;
Stop sleeping in my bed when I’m gone bitch!
Love
The One Who Feeds You
Dear Guy Friend;
Start that damn blog! The secrets MUST be told.
Anonymously;
Me
Recently I made a spur of the moment purchase of some white Capri pants. Now before I go any further, you must know (or not, depends on what you WANT to know) that I HATE shopping for pants, I HATE it. I look HORRIBLE in pants. I’ll admit it, even my beloved camo Capri pants. I look H O R R I B L E. I have the WORST body shape for pants and subsequently I prefer to wear shorts (which really don’t look that much better but they generally aren’t 3-6 inches too long) or skirts. Anyway, like I said, I had a moment of insanity and bought a pair of pants – in my haste I grabbed the next size up. I thought that would be fine, I thought my big behind would compensate. I was wrong. I went for a walk with my offspring today and spent a lot of time hiking my pants up. It was truly a lovely sight. Damn I hate pants on me. And now I have pants that are too big for me. If anyone wants them, let me know!
Gas Station Romance
Something else odd happened to me today other than discovering that my pants were not fitting me. I stopped in a gas station with my progeny to get them drinks. As I dug out the correct change for Abu he made small talk with me. Then he asked me if my daughters were all I had as far as kids. I said yes, just two girls. Then he gets this strange look in is eyes like he was about to ask me out to a romantic dinner and says “Well maybe in the future you will.” I suddenly felt like I needed some Lysol and said something like “Well you never know. Have a great day!” and got the hell out of there before I had to throw the slushies on this man. It was creepy.
Just In
Said to me: Mommy, Coco needs to brush her teeth! She’s got bad breath.
Me: She’s a DOG! She’s supposed to have dog breath! Besides, why were you smelling the dog’s breath?
Tingling With Geekiness
I just finished a discussion with K about a creature on Star Trek and whether it was sentient. The conversation was carried over to an online friend for more discussion and debate. We’ve moved on to etymology. Though this is the same friend I told would end up with calluses on his penis for spanking, his monkey to what he says is an ‘unnatural amount of times a day’.
And now, because it’s late and I’m in an odd mood… it’s time to LETTERS FROM ME! It’s been a while since I’ve done this but here goes.
Dear Strange Old Man in the Store;
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE stop walking around with your hand on your junk while you shop. I realize you are really old and it’s probably just that you are at the stage in your life where you forget things so you just keep a hold of that to make sure you DID in fact put it in your pants this morning, but REALLY – it’s making me kind of sick. I swear I threw up a little bit in my mouth.
Sincerely,
Grossed Out A Lot
Dear Management Team From A Store That isn’t Wally World but Is Still Super;
WTF is with you coming into the bakery to scope out the cake decorator (me) in such a bold manner? You people creeped me out.
Warmest Regards;
Don’t Want To Work For You
Dearest Lovely Local Firemen;
Thank you for walking through the bakery. Please walk slower.
Lustfully Yours,
I’ve Got Rechargeable Batteries
Dear Tiny Terrorists;
I don’t care that you are bored. Stop telling me about it, it won’t make you less bored, you’ll just be bored AND in the corner. It’s not my fault; blame the powers that be who don’t want YEAR ROUND SCHOOL – fucking commies.
Suck it up.
Love,
Mom
Dear Coco;
Stop sleeping in my bed when I’m gone bitch!
Love
The One Who Feeds You
Dear Guy Friend;
Start that damn blog! The secrets MUST be told.
Anonymously;
Me
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