Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Oh, yeah. Happy Halloween

Is Self Awareness a Good Thing?

I knew it, i knew it, i knew it.

So, last friday...a day after I order the replacement...I'm running out the door to volunteer for the pumpkin project at the boy's school when, on a whim, I reach into the entertainment center cabinet - where the dvd player and such reside - i put my hand way back, behind the netflix rentals into the dark abyss. Presto. The mf charger.

Hey, at least the new one is a car charger too.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

murphy's law

Battery charger - ordered

Spare Battery - ordered

Now I will go downstairs and they will be sitting in the middle of the kitchen counter. Where, I swear to god, they have not been for the past five days.

Isn't that they way it works?

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Daisy Scouts.

You will be the death of me.

P.S. Has anyone seen my camera battery charger? Yeah, me neither.

Friday, October 20, 2006

In Review

Dearest Interviewers:

I am submitting a brief synopsis of yesterday's employment interview for your reading pleasure.

Currently, I am performing the exact same job I interviewed for yesterday, and then some. A job I plan on keeping, by the way. I am well qualified and would make an excellent asset to your town. However,

1. There were THREE people there to interview me. I transcribe town board meetings - I am not a neurosurgeon. The three person tag-team interview style for a 12 hour/month position was a little excessive.

2. The woman I'd be replacing? The main interviewer? Congratulations on your 21 years of gainful employment with the town. And thank you for continually reminding me of that fact in your not so subtle way. I'm sure your meetings run like a well oiled machine. Actually, I know they do. You told me. You seem to be curt and efficient but certainly not as intimidating as you wished. You were almost pleasant, even. ALMOST.

3. After leaving the hour long interview (hell-low, it's transcription not rocket science) I drove out of the absolutely beautiful tree lined driveway and thought to myself....Please, please, please don't offer me the job.

4. The man on the phone said that this might become a full time position in the future as the current gal from item #2 will be retiring. How come no mention of that yesterday? It would've been the nail in your coffin anyway...my husband and I agree...full time employment for me will be avoided at all costs. And by costs I mean I'd rather give up cable TV then work for you.

5. Don't take it personally, I just wasn't getting the "Wow, I really want to work here" vibe. Not from the office, the job description or you guys. And maybe I shouldn't be so picky but...I am that picky. And now I know how much I really LOVE where I'm working now. As in lu-uuuuve.

Am anxiously awaiting your 'Sorry, but we've found a more qualified candidate' letter.

Yours truly, or not,


Thursday, October 19, 2006


Job interview this morning.

I haven't been on an official job interview in thirteen years.

It's sounding very casual - but still.

In typical fashion I lost the paper with the interviewer's name on it.

Will report back later.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

A meme for youyou

A Cuddler? well, with the kiddos.
A morning person? I'm not grouchy or anything...but I like nights better.
Are you a perfectionist? Mostly, no.
An only child? Is it wrong to say yes when you have a stepsister? It is? Too bad. Yes.
Catholic? : Raised catholic but when they refused to confirm me our family officially dropped out.
In your pajamas? Sadly, no
Currently suffering from a broken heart? No
Okay styling other people's hair? No, no and no.
Left handed? Righty.
Addicted to MySpace? I think myspace is the worst the internet has to offer.
Shy around the opposite gender? mostly not.
Loud? I think so.

Bite your nails? No
Get paranoid at times? Why? Who's asking?
Currently regret something that you have said/done? Currently? No.
Curse frequently when you get mad? You'd better believe it.
Enjoy country music? Meh, not really.
Enjoy jazz music? Sometimes
Enjoy smoothies? I love an Orange Julius.
Enjoy talking on the phone? Sometimes, Vonage keeps me in check.
Have a lot to learn? For sure
Have a pet? One dog, three fish and soon to be the mother of a guinea pig owner
Have a tendency to fall for the "wrong" person? Eeep. yes.
Have all your grandparents died? yes.
Have at least one sibling? Step.
Have been told that you are smart? Yes. The gifted and talented program sucked tho.
Have had a broken bone? No
Have Caller I.D. on your phone? Yes...see 19. Love the Vonage.

Changed a diaper? Um, did I have a choice?
Changed a lot over the past year? Not a one.
Had friends who have never seen your natural hair color? Hmmm, maybe.
Had surgery? No - just wisdom teeth - which, they knocked me out - does that count?
Killed anyone? No. At least not that I know of.
Had your haircut within the last week? Nope, two weeks ago.

Slept in the bed beside you? My daughter
Saw you cry? My kids.
Went to the movies with you? SP, I think. It might have been the boy.
You went to the mall with? My daughter - Build a Bear and then we split a milkshake.
You went to dinner with? The kids, the girlie wanted Friendly's for her birthday dinner.
You talked to on the phone? My friend Jean
Said 'I love you' to you and meant it? My boy- when he got on the bus this morning.
Broke your heart? Adam. Hahahaha. I left this in from Jen's. But I'd have to say my husband.
Made you laugh? The girlie.

Pierce your nose or tongue? Neither really. But I guess tongue, more discreet. Except for the lisp.
Be serious or be funny? Funny
Drink whole or skim milk? Skim
Die in a fire or drown? Drown
Spend time with your parents or enemies? Parents.

What time is it? 8:02 a.m.
Name? Jennifer
Nickname(s)? Jenn(y)
Where were you born? Anchorage, AK
What is your birthdate? May 21 st
What do you want? Nice kids. And some money for christmas & the hockey tournament would be nice too.
Where do you want to live? Right where I am.
How many kids do you want? Just two.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Two Outta Three Ain't Bad

well, we're 66.6% done with the birthday celebrations.

1. Birthday Trip to Build a Bear - check. Last year, it might have even been the night of her 5th birthday, she said that she wanted to go back to build another bear - just her and I. She's loved Nellie more than I would've ever even prayed a girl could love a much too expensive stuffed dog and she's waited so patiently for her return trip - and now we have Butterscotch.
And yes, perfectly safe to take pictures while your driving. Didn't you learn that in your Driver's Ed class?

Family + a bonus best friend party - check. And there were babies...two babies...which gave the rest of us plenty of reason to oooh and ahhhh. The favorite present was a my little pony notebook set that - because it is the favorite - has been used non-stop for the past 36 hours. Thanks SP! Plus I scalded everyone's mouth with my soup...oops.

And now we're moving on to the High School Musical Birthday Party. We're converting her room to the dressing room, complete with full length mirror and a big gold star on the door, a karaoke machine with Troy & Gabriella singing their little high school hearts out, T-Shirt decorating, and some sort of basketball game (Go Wildcats!). I think I'm up to eight girls - which is like, six to many (hah!) - and the husband is working so he misses the whole thing. And him missing it totally bums me out - we're totally a party team...he's a better hostess to the moms than I ever could be. He's the drink server and let me get you a chair type of guy. I'm more of a "oh, you're thirsty AGAIN?!?! the drinks are in the cooler..." type of girl.

Today the girlie is off to her first kindergarten friend playdate (ACK - I hate that word!). And I don't have any plans from 9:00 a.m. until 2:40 p.m. - the mind reels.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

She needs two hands to show how old she is

Six years ago yesterday.

A kiss from an older brother.

Arriving home.

so absolutely kissable at four weeks old.

again, with the smoochable.

three hours ago.

six years have gone by in what feels like minutes.

Happy Birthday Girlie.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Happy Friday Mornin'

Peyton Manning, after living a full life, died. When he got to heaven, God was showing him around. They came to a modest little house with a faded Colts flag in the window. “This house is yours for eternity, Peyton,” said God. “This is very special; not everyone gets a house up here.”

Peyton felt special, indeed, and walked up to his house. On his way up the sidewalk, he noticed another house just around the corner. It was a 3-story mansion with a blue and red sidewalk, a 50 foot tall flagpole with an enormous Patriots logo flag, and in every window hung a red Patriots towel.

Peyton looked at God and said “God, I’m not trying to be ungrateful, but I have a question. I was an all-pro QB, I hold many NFL records, and I even went to the Hall of Fame.”

“So what’s your point Peyton?", God asked.

“Well, why does Tom Brady get a better house than me?”

God chuckled, and replied “Peyton, that’s not Tom’s house, it’s mine.”

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Okay, I'm not what you would call organized. I don't wear a watch. My calendar starts off promisingly in January and then I forget about it until hockey starts again in September...you get the idea.

But I just made an AGENDA for tonight's daisy girl scout meeting.

Go aheah...put the L on your forehead...I know it already...Looosaaaah.

Mostly because I'm scared of looking like an bumbling idiot in front of the other moms and the other leader mom was all..."I don't know, um, we should be fine, I'll bring some construction paper." That type of thing throws me headfirst into panic mode.

I volunteered to help with the troop and when I met the other volunteer mom...I didn't really like her. She was okay, I guess, but there was no good vibe feeling. Which kind of stinks. Plus her emails are ALWAYS in different style fonts and colors and sizes. And yes - This is an issue. Green italics garamond, blue bold size 24 jester, teeny purple times new roman. Oy. She's pleasant enough and all, just was hoping we'd click a little better since she plans on holding meetings until June.

Well, I'm off to cook dinner, make copies, get the snack together, wrap some books, go to the post office, meet the son at the bus stop, take a shower, watch last week's Survivor, set up the VCR to tape tonight's Survivor, head to Daisy's and then to work. Chow.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Last Saturday

not this past Saturday...but a week and a half ago...we were the recipients (or rather, the boy's league was) of some free Bruins tickets. Generally these are upper balcony, obstructed view type of tickets but this time, because it was still pre-season, they so weren't. Some of us got luxury box tickets and some of us got seats right in front of the boxes. We opted to sit with friends in front of the boxes because this is how my nine year old watches the game:
And he doesn't think you'd get a good enough view from inside the room. He's probably right.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Oh NO I didn't

Wah. Oh yes I did.

I got sucked in by all this blogger beta nonsense.

And now look at me.

No Coach, No Blogroll, No Nuthin.

On the other hand...it's all mine to mess with.

Off to template land.

*Update- Template land was a bust. Oh sure, it's easier to add links in beta. But with all of those fucking widgets it's ten times as confusing changing the rest of the codes. For me, anyway. Super.

** Update - They say they save your old template. They never tell you where.

Thursday, October 05, 2006


I am waiting not so patiently for the principal to get back to me about the girlie's bus transportation. Or lack thereof.

My boy went to school with nervous jitters because he had his first real argument turned thrown punch with one of his best friends and I know he's anxious to see how it all plays out. As am I.

We're getting ready for the last of the open houses. I must remember to not plan A THING for the first week in October next year.

I bought the kids their matching christmas pajamas. Corny, I know and every year I wonder how long I can get away with this. Thank god the girlie is a bit of a tomboy - the son would've stopped this long ago had I brought home two sets of Barbie jammies.

I am looking forward to Survivor.

I'm hoping that, if there is some higher power, it's watching over my husband's cousin. He landed in Baghdad this morning to begin his tour of duty.