Appetizer: Name 3 things that you are wearing today.
White socks, blue sweatshirt and ghost earrings to amuse the girlie.
Soup: Who was the last person you hugged?
The big, same time son and daughter hug at the bus stop.
Salad: What do you like to order from your favorite fast food place?
A spicy chicken sandwich (Wendy's) and a diet coke.
Main Course What time of day do you usually feel most energized?
Mid morning to early afternoon.
Dessert Using the letters in your first name, write a sentence. (Example: Sweet unusual spaniels are nice.)
Jumping elephants numb naughty idiots for energetic roughhousing.
Friday, October 29, 2004
It doesn't take much
These two things are presently at the top of my 'Making Me Very Happy' list.
Lip Gloss, the blue one is my personal favorite.
and
Chocolate Reddi-Wip , this one surprised me with it's fake chocolatey goodness.
Lip Gloss, the blue one is my personal favorite.
and
Chocolate Reddi-Wip , this one surprised me with it's fake chocolatey goodness.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Y'know those school fundraisers with the overpriced candleholders and holiday decorations? Well the neighbors ordered candy. We took it out of the bag but apparently the super delicious yummy smell of chocolate remained. Fred ripped the hell out of the bag and all of the boxes inside. Nice.
"Remember that fundraiser for the son's school you so generously participated in? Well, um..."
In all fairness to the little shit, he didn't actually ruin the gift things, just each and every box. Love that dog.
The damage.
"Remember that fundraiser for the son's school you so generously participated in? Well, um..."
In all fairness to the little shit, he didn't actually ruin the gift things, just each and every box. Love that dog.
The damage.
The Time Has Come!!
The Red Sox won the World Series and all is right in the Universe.
Was anyone else holding their breath as Keith Foulke was running to first base just praying to God that he didn't trip or botch the pass?
Don't get me wrong, I didn't doubt that they'd win, even if I do tend to watch, cringing with my eyes half covered, in fact my personal belief was this.... that play by the Cards pitcher Suppan where he was running between third and home like some kind of 6 year old little leaguer, well right after that happened I said to my husband "Did you hear that???" "Hear What?" "That, the sound of the Curse, being lifted. The Sox will win tonight and tomorrow too." AND WIN THEY DID!!!!
Em, blogging may resume.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Tuesday
Ugh. I'm suffering from a hangover. A baseball induced hangover. After last week's four and five hour games I'm having trouble making it past the 8th inning of any of the World Series games. Some fan. But now, maybe that's the thing that's keeping them winning. So I should try to fall asleep in the 8th. Being superstitious is exhausting too.
And the weather, it's not doing it's job. Misty, cold and overcast = Sleepy Jenny. Warm/cool and sunny= Awake Jenny.
I've been too tired to even think of anything to write. But I did just do my list of 100 things and that feels like a major accomplishment but it was at the expense of the girlie who is waiting to play CandyLand. So, I'm off to whip some four year old butt and beat her to that candy castle in the sky.
And the weather, it's not doing it's job. Misty, cold and overcast = Sleepy Jenny. Warm/cool and sunny= Awake Jenny.
I've been too tired to even think of anything to write. But I did just do my list of 100 things and that feels like a major accomplishment but it was at the expense of the girlie who is waiting to play CandyLand. So, I'm off to whip some four year old butt and beat her to that candy castle in the sky.
INVASION!!
I saw this over at Mrs. G's peek and thought I should pass it along....
Driver's license site
It's your driver's license information...AVAILABLE ONLINE. What the hell. I hate the whole invasion of privacy stuff.
Driver's license site
It's your driver's license information...AVAILABLE ONLINE. What the hell. I hate the whole invasion of privacy stuff.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
You shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you
So I've been bitten by Fred. Alot. For the multitude of readers that don't know (like there has ever been a multitude that do) Fred is my new old dog. Ten, twelve, nine years old, we have no idea. He's a bagel - a beagle/basset hound mix. Nice dog, tolerates hours of girlie hugs with a minimum of growling.
Another thing, he's pretty much deaf. Or pretends to be. I'm trying to teach him to take treats from my hand while leaving my fingers intact. I am now down to three fingers, making blogging an Olympic sport. Actually, he just bites me when he bites the cheese every freakin' time. So I quit for awhile. It was getting painful.
I've taken to letting him watch me feed Baxter, the big black dog, first as in "Look how nicely this well trained big galoot can take cheese from my hand." Fred, he looks up at me with those big brown eyes and I think, he's got it, this will be the time. I lower the cheese with my fingers curled around it, thinking that he'll not bite me but wait for the cheese to be offered. OW! FUCK! *Scarf Snarf Snort Swallow*
Maybe I'm the old dog who cannot learn the new trick. Why must I try to make him learn, why not just drop the cheese in his dish or on the floor. Or leave it on the kitchen table where I found him standing last month, eating toast, like he owned the place. I'll try it again later when my hand stops bleeding.
Another thing, he's pretty much deaf. Or pretends to be. I'm trying to teach him to take treats from my hand while leaving my fingers intact. I am now down to three fingers, making blogging an Olympic sport. Actually, he just bites me when he bites the cheese every freakin' time. So I quit for awhile. It was getting painful.
I've taken to letting him watch me feed Baxter, the big black dog, first as in "Look how nicely this well trained big galoot can take cheese from my hand." Fred, he looks up at me with those big brown eyes and I think, he's got it, this will be the time. I lower the cheese with my fingers curled around it, thinking that he'll not bite me but wait for the cheese to be offered. OW! FUCK! *Scarf Snarf Snort Swallow*
Maybe I'm the old dog who cannot learn the new trick. Why must I try to make him learn, why not just drop the cheese in his dish or on the floor. Or leave it on the kitchen table where I found him standing last month, eating toast, like he owned the place. I'll try it again later when my hand stops bleeding.
Friday, October 22, 2004
Okay, This Might Be a Little Much
I understand some of us would stoop to all sorts of levels to see the Sox, but this, this is crazy.
We are a dedicated bunch aren't we?
We are a dedicated bunch aren't we?
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Dah, dah dah....And the Winner Is.....
So I guess it goes without saying that I'm pretty pleased with last night's game. :)
The Red Sox are going to the WORLD SERIES. THE WORLD SERIES.
Visit April for a little insight into the wonderful gut churning experience that is a Red Sox game. It is some kind of gift to watch a game where your team leads by seven in the bottom of the ninth inning with two outs and not actually smile and relax until the umpire actually calls the third out.
*FLASH* Ohmigod. That was my life. Flashing before my goddamned eyes when Pedro gave up those runs. *Whoomp* That was the sound of me falling backwards onto my couch throwing a pillow over my face.
Don't get me wrong you can cheer when Damon hits a grand slam or A-Rod strikes out, it's allowed, but we Red Sox fans know that it's the regular, not so big plays that make or break us. So we sit, with baited breath, and we hope and we whisper "Pitch by Pitch, Pitch by Pitch" to the TV.
Okay, enough about baseball (okay, so you know that will only hold true for, tops, the rest of this post). But what else is there? Oh, the void that will be in my life after the WORLD SERIES. The Apprentice pales in comparison. But finally I will get my money's worth out of netflix. Those movies have been sitting and sitting...
My book club is meeting tomorrow night. I finished the book about three weeks ago and now I don't remember the characters names or even how it ended. Doesn't bode well for good discussion, but maybe I'll skim over the last chapter so as not to appear the fool.
And after four years in the book club we have our first 'issue'. Yuck. We all agreed at the beginning that we would purchase the books chosen if they weren't available at the library or whatever. It has never been a big deal and I know most everyone can afford the worst case scenario of two or three hardcover new release choices in a row. It started last month when I chose a book only available in hardcover. Most everyone bought it but a few of us lent our copies out to be read by others. Not an issue, we've all forgotten/miscalculated/been unable to find it, like I said, not an issue.
This last choice was also only available in hardcover. I ordered through Amazon with one of the books on my wish list to throw me over the 'twenty five dollar free shipping' threshold. A slew of emails came about a week after the last meeting. "When you're done can I borrow it?" and "If anyone has a copy to lend can I borrow it?" The one that really got me was from a girl who has just joined and has yet to attend a meeting. (That and the fact that she's the queen of the perky chipper email - ugh) She's not even buying the book? A free ride the first time?? There were about six or seven requests and from a group of 15-20 that's kind of alot. I understand that books are expensive and maybe these non-buyers should offer to split the cost with each other if they don't want to purchase it outright.
Did I mention that I hate confrontation? And that a few of us are miffed by the whole 'you buy it then I'll borrow it' mentality, but that no one wants to say anything, well no one except me, because I will truly flip the next time it happens.
Blech, sorry, long post but I'm getting mad that I have to be stressed about book club. It's usually a non-stress night out for me. But I'll think happy thoughts and damn that is SO easy today :) .
The Red Sox are going to the WORLD SERIES. THE WORLD SERIES.
Visit April for a little insight into the wonderful gut churning experience that is a Red Sox game. It is some kind of gift to watch a game where your team leads by seven in the bottom of the ninth inning with two outs and not actually smile and relax until the umpire actually calls the third out.
*FLASH* Ohmigod. That was my life. Flashing before my goddamned eyes when Pedro gave up those runs. *Whoomp* That was the sound of me falling backwards onto my couch throwing a pillow over my face.
Don't get me wrong you can cheer when Damon hits a grand slam or A-Rod strikes out, it's allowed, but we Red Sox fans know that it's the regular, not so big plays that make or break us. So we sit, with baited breath, and we hope and we whisper "Pitch by Pitch, Pitch by Pitch" to the TV.
Okay, enough about baseball (okay, so you know that will only hold true for, tops, the rest of this post). But what else is there? Oh, the void that will be in my life after the WORLD SERIES. The Apprentice pales in comparison. But finally I will get my money's worth out of netflix. Those movies have been sitting and sitting...
My book club is meeting tomorrow night. I finished the book about three weeks ago and now I don't remember the characters names or even how it ended. Doesn't bode well for good discussion, but maybe I'll skim over the last chapter so as not to appear the fool.
And after four years in the book club we have our first 'issue'. Yuck. We all agreed at the beginning that we would purchase the books chosen if they weren't available at the library or whatever. It has never been a big deal and I know most everyone can afford the worst case scenario of two or three hardcover new release choices in a row. It started last month when I chose a book only available in hardcover. Most everyone bought it but a few of us lent our copies out to be read by others. Not an issue, we've all forgotten/miscalculated/been unable to find it, like I said, not an issue.
This last choice was also only available in hardcover. I ordered through Amazon with one of the books on my wish list to throw me over the 'twenty five dollar free shipping' threshold. A slew of emails came about a week after the last meeting. "When you're done can I borrow it?" and "If anyone has a copy to lend can I borrow it?" The one that really got me was from a girl who has just joined and has yet to attend a meeting. (That and the fact that she's the queen of the perky chipper email - ugh) She's not even buying the book? A free ride the first time?? There were about six or seven requests and from a group of 15-20 that's kind of alot. I understand that books are expensive and maybe these non-buyers should offer to split the cost with each other if they don't want to purchase it outright.
Did I mention that I hate confrontation? And that a few of us are miffed by the whole 'you buy it then I'll borrow it' mentality, but that no one wants to say anything, well no one except me, because I will truly flip the next time it happens.
Blech, sorry, long post but I'm getting mad that I have to be stressed about book club. It's usually a non-stress night out for me. But I'll think happy thoughts and damn that is SO easy today :) .
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
I *heart* baseball
I've never ended up as a hit on Google or Yahoo, until now.
And what were they looking for? Derek Jeter's butt. Now eyes, I could understand. And sickeningly self satisfied smirk, sure. But butt? How about ass. As is Derek Jeter is one.
Okay, is it obviously I'm a little too emotionally invested in this series? I've spent about 15 hours watching baseball in the past three evenings. And am I tired of it? Tired yes, but not of the Red Sox.
One more thing I'd like to add....and sadly enough I care enough about sports to feel this way. I love being a Red Sox fan and I am so glad I am not a Yankee fan. Don't like a call. Throw baseballs at the players and refs. Police in riot gear? Sure, they've got them. While the Red Sox fans are in the stands and they are praying, to God, or the God of Baseball, or whoever, but praying. And hiding their faces, because they are so afraid to look. And their hats, worn inside out, because maybe, just maybe, it will make a difference. Did they throw baseballs when they were losing by 124 runs in the third game...I think not.
And what were they looking for? Derek Jeter's butt. Now eyes, I could understand. And sickeningly self satisfied smirk, sure. But butt? How about ass. As is Derek Jeter is one.
Okay, is it obviously I'm a little too emotionally invested in this series? I've spent about 15 hours watching baseball in the past three evenings. And am I tired of it? Tired yes, but not of the Red Sox.
One more thing I'd like to add....and sadly enough I care enough about sports to feel this way. I love being a Red Sox fan and I am so glad I am not a Yankee fan. Don't like a call. Throw baseballs at the players and refs. Police in riot gear? Sure, they've got them. While the Red Sox fans are in the stands and they are praying, to God, or the God of Baseball, or whoever, but praying. And hiding their faces, because they are so afraid to look. And their hats, worn inside out, because maybe, just maybe, it will make a difference. Did they throw baseballs when they were losing by 124 runs in the third game...I think not.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
If I had a million dollars....
I was over at Lisa's and thought I'd forward a question she posed for us....
What would you do if you won 14 million dollars?
I love my home, even though it's tiny and the local laws say I can't expand, I would just pay the mortgage off and finish the porch off. I'd build my husband a shed too.
I would travel each and every summer, all summer, with my kids. Mostly the U.S. but I'd like to go to Portugal and Italy and Australia. My husband could come too, I suppose.
I would ensure that the kids were set up for college. My nephew too, no cash handouts, just a nice custodial account.
I would pay my parents mortgage off and give my mom enough cash to retire and help with the 'living off her pension' thing.
I would call the local electric company and oil companies and provide electricity and heat to some who need it and find other worthwhile charities that needed funds.
I would buy a small cabin on a lake and spend alot of time there.
I would buy a super big, fast computer and keep it updated and super fast all the time.
And then the boring, invest, invest, invest.
Oh, and I would have a huge party, HUGE, with too many people, swimming in the lake, illegal fireworks from New Hampshire, and kids with popsicles running everywhere, and yummy frozen drinks, where we can all toast my good fortune. Cheers!
My son...
Would outfit the family with quads to ride on the land he would buy in Vermont.
He wants a truck and trailer (for the quads), a boat and boat trailer.
Would go deep sea fishing, buy hunting gear to take to Canada on a trip with his dad, me (?!?!), Kenny (my sister's ex-fiance, he hasn't been told that he's now an ex), my husband's friend Mark and his grampy. He wants to see Mexico and California too.
My girlie...
Well, she has no concept, and she's downstairs so I didn't ask her.
What would you do if you won 14 million dollars?
I love my home, even though it's tiny and the local laws say I can't expand, I would just pay the mortgage off and finish the porch off. I'd build my husband a shed too.
I would travel each and every summer, all summer, with my kids. Mostly the U.S. but I'd like to go to Portugal and Italy and Australia. My husband could come too, I suppose.
I would ensure that the kids were set up for college. My nephew too, no cash handouts, just a nice custodial account.
I would pay my parents mortgage off and give my mom enough cash to retire and help with the 'living off her pension' thing.
I would call the local electric company and oil companies and provide electricity and heat to some who need it and find other worthwhile charities that needed funds.
I would buy a small cabin on a lake and spend alot of time there.
I would buy a super big, fast computer and keep it updated and super fast all the time.
And then the boring, invest, invest, invest.
Oh, and I would have a huge party, HUGE, with too many people, swimming in the lake, illegal fireworks from New Hampshire, and kids with popsicles running everywhere, and yummy frozen drinks, where we can all toast my good fortune. Cheers!
My son...
Would outfit the family with quads to ride on the land he would buy in Vermont.
He wants a truck and trailer (for the quads), a boat and boat trailer.
Would go deep sea fishing, buy hunting gear to take to Canada on a trip with his dad, me (?!?!), Kenny (my sister's ex-fiance, he hasn't been told that he's now an ex), my husband's friend Mark and his grampy. He wants to see Mexico and California too.
My girlie...
Well, she has no concept, and she's downstairs so I didn't ask her.
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Okay, I know none of this is earth-shattering, exciting, eloquent, hip or even interesting sometimes.
But ONE STAR?!?!? C'mon, I thought it'd at least get two.
Damn, raters at Blogexplosion.
But ONE STAR?!?!? C'mon, I thought it'd at least get two.
Damn, raters at Blogexplosion.
The Weekend
Here's my husband in the big roll-y thing. I should consider hiring him out for kids parties. He kept them entertained, except for a few games of duck, duck, goose - the entire time. Ya-hoo!!
I wish I could say I feel rejuvinated after this weekend. That would be false. Two nights of five hour baseball games in a row sort of wrecks you for the days to come. But the Sox won twice. In a row. And thank you to Em for the self restraint in the blog department. Keep it up girl!!
The party was a success. The husband entertained them by rolling them all over the room in this sick-maker. Thanks husband. The girlie and her friends had a blast. I'm eyeing Kate's fear factor idea for my son's party in the spring. The candle store day was good, but long. It's quite a ride from where I live, and there are no deals to be had. But where else can you find a gazillion candles and all kinds of candle/house crap like this? And I listened to the Pats game and cheered wildly when they won.
It's rainy and chilly here today. Thank god for sweatpants and warm socks.
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Friday, October 15, 2004
*SPLASH*
Tomorrow's schedule is pretty much straight from the bowels of hell. But we'll muddle through. What other choice do we have?
We're having the girlie's birthday party at the YMCA tomorrow afternoon. She wanted a pool party in THE worst way, seeing as she went to one a few months ago, so I obliged. This is our first "out of the house" party for one of the kids. We did do a Providence Bruins hockey party for my son two birthdays ago, but seeing as the kids were all here, then the game, then all back here for an hour until their parents came, that doesn't count. The house still required cleaning.
Tomorrow, we pack a few bags and a batch of cupcakes. And out the door we go. Woo-hoo. And my husband volunteered to be in the pool with the kids. Even better. I can talk. To other adults. Is it my birthday? Might as well be, that's a gift in itself.
Sunday, I'm off to Yankee Candle and other assorted girl places with my mom. They have a HUGE store up in Deerfield with every single scent you could ever imagine, and some you couldn't.
Which, by the way, we planned this trip, how on earth was I to know that the Pats would be 4-0 and the Sox might be playing. So I guess we won't have to talk seeing as the radio will be tuned in to sports for the entire day. I'm just not a typical girl. Most of the women wandering around will be soooo excited to be missing the football and baseball. I will be looking for a TV in the tavern next door.
We're having the girlie's birthday party at the YMCA tomorrow afternoon. She wanted a pool party in THE worst way, seeing as she went to one a few months ago, so I obliged. This is our first "out of the house" party for one of the kids. We did do a Providence Bruins hockey party for my son two birthdays ago, but seeing as the kids were all here, then the game, then all back here for an hour until their parents came, that doesn't count. The house still required cleaning.
Tomorrow, we pack a few bags and a batch of cupcakes. And out the door we go. Woo-hoo. And my husband volunteered to be in the pool with the kids. Even better. I can talk. To other adults. Is it my birthday? Might as well be, that's a gift in itself.
Sunday, I'm off to Yankee Candle and other assorted girl places with my mom. They have a HUGE store up in Deerfield with every single scent you could ever imagine, and some you couldn't.
Which, by the way, we planned this trip, how on earth was I to know that the Pats would be 4-0 and the Sox might be playing. So I guess we won't have to talk seeing as the radio will be tuned in to sports for the entire day. I'm just not a typical girl. Most of the women wandering around will be soooo excited to be missing the football and baseball. I will be looking for a TV in the tavern next door.
Friday Feast
Appetizer
What is your favorite beverage? I'd have to say Diet Coke tied with Pina Colada. Only one of which I drink daily.
Soup
Name 3 things that are on your computer desk at home or work. A pink Patriots hat, a rubber band ball and a wooden truck painted by the girlie.
Salad
On a scale of 1-10 (with 10 being highest), how honest do you think you are? I'd have to say a seven point five. I haven't told my husband about this blog. (Does he think I'm up here playing Solitaire???) and if you hurt my feelings I might just stew and not tell you and then just sweep it under the rug instead of confronting the feeling-hurter (this isn't directed to anyone who reads this, it's someone on the outside) On the other hand, I'm finding that I only have myself to blame if I don't speak up more. And I don't worry about saying just the right thing too much anymore.
Main Course
If you could change the name of one city in the world, what would you rename it and why? Okay, I can't think of any but I have one pet peeve that I'm going to share.... Street names. Why, why, why must every developer in town name their cul-de-sac after their children/grandkids/dog? I've seen enough Tyler Lane, Katie's Way, and the latest ChrisJenn Brooke Place to last a lifetime. Huh? Was Maple Street taken?
Dessert
What stresses you out? What calms you down
Stress = money issues, the new kid having trouble in school issue and the Why didn't my mother call to wish my girlie a Happy Birthday yesterday issue.
Comfort = coloring with the girl, watching my son play sports, a good book, the beach on a sunny day.
What is your favorite beverage? I'd have to say Diet Coke tied with Pina Colada. Only one of which I drink daily.
Soup
Name 3 things that are on your computer desk at home or work. A pink Patriots hat, a rubber band ball and a wooden truck painted by the girlie.
Salad
On a scale of 1-10 (with 10 being highest), how honest do you think you are? I'd have to say a seven point five. I haven't told my husband about this blog. (Does he think I'm up here playing Solitaire???) and if you hurt my feelings I might just stew and not tell you and then just sweep it under the rug instead of confronting the feeling-hurter (this isn't directed to anyone who reads this, it's someone on the outside) On the other hand, I'm finding that I only have myself to blame if I don't speak up more. And I don't worry about saying just the right thing too much anymore.
Main Course
If you could change the name of one city in the world, what would you rename it and why? Okay, I can't think of any but I have one pet peeve that I'm going to share.... Street names. Why, why, why must every developer in town name their cul-de-sac after their children/grandkids/dog? I've seen enough Tyler Lane, Katie's Way, and the latest ChrisJenn Brooke Place to last a lifetime. Huh? Was Maple Street taken?
Dessert
What stresses you out? What calms you down
Stress = money issues, the new kid having trouble in school issue and the Why didn't my mother call to wish my girlie a Happy Birthday yesterday issue.
Comfort = coloring with the girl, watching my son play sports, a good book, the beach on a sunny day.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
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