i finally got around to it

i finally saw the d*ck in a box skit from SNL with justin timberlake, pretty funny. it'a slways good to see that some celebrities don't take themselves entirely seriously. today is like the day after christmas to me, nothing to do, don't really want to do anything. i feel as if the storm has been weathered, whatever that means. i'm still feeling overwhelmed by the social calendar. i don't usually have much to do on the weekends, but post graduation, x-mas, grad party, jamie's 30th, and then new years, dang, it's almost too much. i even skipped out on greensmans party this year, (an annual tradition) i wasn't feeeling up to driving the kids up there to party with the gays. next year when the schedule isn't quite so hectic, i'll go.

i think no. 2's new slippers are the cutest things in the world, i mean, they're your basic fleece slippers, but they look really tiny and cute on him. they're also loving the wedgits i got them, now we need to go spend the $75 each gift cards they got from target, they're burning holes in their pockets....

blues for christmas

haha, x-mas is over this year and we've only had a few traumatic meltdowns. all were due to inabilities to read names on tags. no. 1 had a crazy meltdown when i told him that the gifts he was opening were not to him, but from him, you see, he recognized that his name was on the card, but didn't realize there was this to/from thing going on, so when i told him, he gt really mad and i thought he was going to go exorcist on me, seriously folks, linda blair type sh*t. at least we snapped a few pics of his demonic face, but i need to get em from my bro. i do however have this......



this is what x-mas eve looks like at my house when santa is visiting.

diff'rent strokes for diff'rent folks

i have recently developed a crush on a person (no secret now) whom is not really what any one of my friends would consider my "type". now, the last 2 crushes i have had have been on people who are not my "type", or at least, my previous type. i think it comes along with the changing of perspective you get when you either turn 30, have kids, or just have been in numerous relationships with people who are your "type", but didn't work out so well. i mean, doesn't that kind of say, "hey, my 'type' doesn't seem to be working for me?" i also think that with the changes i have made in life as of recently, why not date someone completely out of my realm of comfort? never in my life have i ever thought i would date someone who likes football, but i have also found that it's virtually impossible to find non-football-likers here. and those who don't like football, tend to fall in the category of my "type", which as we discussed ealrier, tend to be relationships that don't work out for me. are you feeling me people? i'm moving out of the comfort zone. i find it funny that when you have been in a crappy relationship, you are always the wiser when it comes to what you look for in a mate, like cleanliness. uh-huh, you know who i'm talking about...then again, they are but mere crushes, people i do not know intimately. it becomes less a physical attraction, and more a 'could i live with this person' attraction. does he/she feel the same way about politics that i do, do we share musical interests? are they a smoker? do they clean their house? kids? financial stability? drinker?... it's crazy all the factors that go into relationships with age. no wonder it gets harder as you get older, you become way more picky about social tendencies, and less about physical attraction. sometimes you luck out and get both.

school's out for-evah!

haha, school is audi 5000, uh-huh... final's are ovah! not only that, but today i gots me a job, yup, thas right, i'm gainfully employed. for those of you who are naysayers, told ya so! i so totally rock, how could you even doubt....

now, where's the party at?

so weird when you find out what they're doing...

i ran into this girl i went to high school with the other night. in fact, i approached her in a shoe shop as i was browsing, and usually i don't even go so far as to do this because i hated high school and pretty much if you weren't very nice to me, i could really care less of what you've made of your life, anyways, she was nice, so i decided to see what she was up to. well, she's chillin in kc, real estating and making jewelry. we talked about some old classmates and there was a girl who i was pretty much best friends with during high school, who was a mutual friend of this girl i ran into. anyways, my ex-best and i had this crazy falling out our freshman year of college over some bs kind of thing, either i did too much drugs, or she thought i wanted to have sex with her, which would make me a lesbian, which i'm not, but i digress. come to find out, she's in this somewhat up and coming, but kind of already a hit, indie band called blood on the wall. i guess they tour a lot and played with sonic youth and dinosaur jr and the yeah yeah yeahs. how strange is that? i looked them up on google, and their myspace page played a song that was pretty decent. i'm always in awe about when people i know do things really out of the ordinary from what i thought they would be doing. strange. i don't know, i'm just kind of weirded by it, that's all...

procrastination day

yeah, i told my mom i was going to study all day today, what did i do? nada. i did the crossword puzzle, watched some boob tube and then bailed out and went shopping and to a movie with bk. we went to see the holiday, which i can't really say that i recommend to anyone, this time i'm with bk. usually i defend movies, but i can't say that this one has too many redeeming qualities, with the exception of kate winslet. she was good, not fabulous, but good. anyways, we went to urban outfitters afterwards where many annoying teens were shopping. uggg, i'm starting to get that old people mentality. speaking of getting old, i've never really been one of those people who freaks out about birthdays and dreads getting older, but i do rememeber going through this when i turned 26. i felt that 26 was an age where you should already be on your career path and just beginning to be successful, which was far from any place that i was in life, but then by the end of my 26-dom, i had a kid, and i still felt wayyy tooo young to have one. now it seems normal, and i'm glad i had them young, but in retrospect, i do wish i had been more grounded in life and had been a bit more successful, but that's nothing to dwell upon. this year, however, i am turning 33. now i'm starting to really feel the pressure; 2 kids, living in my mom's basement.... it's the mid-thirties people, yep, mid, not early, mid! i'm not sure of the significance i find in this birthday, rather than the round 30, or 40 year, but i just do.inexplicable. i remember when locker-bee thought her life had peaked after 21, she hated turning 22. i think she still hates birthdays. what birthday hit you the hardest?

wish list

10 things i really want for christmas:

1. a job
2. a new watch
3. earbuds
4. new brassieries
5. a straightening iron (for the hair that will be cut off on january 3rd)
6. some camper shoes like tina's
7. pearl earrings, i'm not really sure why.
8. a new sets of tires for the snaab car
9. new danskos
10. to pass my boards

ridiculous classes

i have had at least 3 ridiculous classes that i have been forced to take to receive my associates degree, and i am now currently enrolled in one of them, public speaking. jesus h, how many speeches do i think i will ever be making in my lifetime? none. it's not that i get all panicky, which i do a little, or that i hate the idea of people staring at me or anything, i just don't think it's a very valid class for my specific career path. just the same as how when i was a fine arts major, there were no required math classes to receive your bfa degree. i agreed with that one, what did i need math for? (although i do use math quite a bit, just not crazy algebraic equations or anything.) anyhow, i am doing this speech on the origins of chocolate, since i know a thing or two on the subject, and i've been trying to find these things called cocoa nibs, which are little bits or the cocoa bean that are ground up and made into chocolate. they do sell them, and i've only had them once about 5 years ago when working with the american. they are pure unsweetened chocolate, and they're really good although bitter at first taste. anyways, i wanted to find some and use them as a support to my speech, but i can't find them without going through a distributor and buying a large quantity, but i did find this recipe for some cookies with them that look de-li-cious....

if only they really were that cute

awwwww....

furballs

bk and i went to see "fur" tonight. i thought it was interesting. i had read a review of it earlier this week which gave it pretty bad reviews, so i wasn't sure i was going to like it, which is why i try not to read reviews. anyways, not much of a kidman fan either, but i liked this one. even though it was an "imaginary portrait" of arbus' life or something like that. it was still romantic. who doesn't like a movie about freaks?


here's one of hers i found of anderson cooper, yep, THE anderson cooper from CNN, son of gloria vanderbilt. talk about a freak....

nuts about these nuts

ok, so i found a recipe on good ol' stewart's site while searching for a candied walnuts recipe for a salad i was going to make for laocoon's birthday. so, it seemed good and i was looking for something a little spicy too. oh man, now i can't stop eating these babies. everybody should try them, even if it's too late to take them to your thanksgiving dinner. and they can be made with other nuts, you don't have to use walnuts....

on a thanksgiving note, no. 1 peed his pants yesterday because he was having too much fun to go inside and pee. but then he wanted to leave immediately after, which i'm not denying was a good idea, but then it seems like his plan backfired and he wasn't able to play with the other kids more anyways. i'm looking in the psychol's direction for any help on this matter. it has happened before too. and when i calmly talk to him about why he does this, he cries like crazy and feels really bad, but do i punish him? or forgive with no repercussions? at least he's gotten to the point where he can be honest and figure out why he's doing it. poor thing.

the ocean on your tongue....

can't stop listening to tv on the radio....

my mom's best friend has pancreatic cancer and has 2 months to live. she's wayy freakin' out, and she's in a crazy funk about it too. but she stayed up late last night to make me a pumpkin jelly roll because she said she would. how awesomely mom-ish is that? i'm totally not that good of a mom.

it's late and i can hear my kids stomping their feet on the floor whilst in deep slumber. check out this paper i found on my floor tonight after no.1 was "playing computer games". uhh-huh, playing computer games, more like printer/copier games. and yep, that's right, basement dwellers get to live on sculpted orange basement carpeting too, for those of you who noticed.

i am completely hooked on that tv show heroes. if you had any superhero power, what would it be? what would be the most useful superpower? would you really want to read minds, or hear people's toughts? i think that would suck, i'd much rather be invisible. i definitely have a twisted kind of voyeuristic spy-type personality. what about never being able to get hurt? would you do stupid crap like jump off buildings? what would you do with your superpower, hoarde it, or use it for good? hmmmm...?

now they make me study....

ok, so i'm gonna come right out and say it, school so far hasn't been really all that "hard" for me to get through. now, it's not necessarily the case for some of my fellow classmates but hey, we all have our own thresholds for knowledge i guess. anyways, i have what, six more weeks of school left? and now they put the pressure on? actually, what i have to say to that is "bring it". i'll fight ye til the end, i've been itchin' for a good fight. i'll pass those damn boards without so much as blinking an eye. that being said, i have to go study.....

it's always something the day before picture day...

no. 2 did a few face plants in the driveway the other day, you'd think he had shoelaces untied or something. of course, tomorrow is picture day and he has a fat bloody lip and some road rash on the side of his face. it's always good to know that school pictures can capture the real moments you want to savor.

on a lighter note, my nephew, the future NFL player, had his last football game this weekend, and i guess it was considered the opposing team's "superbowl" since my nephew's team has only had like 1 loss. they had already played 2 games earlier that day and they were all tired and dragging their feet, but they still kicked some ass. watching 8 year olds play football is hilarious. especially if you sit near the bench and listen to thier conversations. the girls bathroom is funny too because you get to hear the 10 year old cheerleaders talk about boys and acne. awesome. i don't think no. 1 will be cut out for football, and i'm not so sure i'm cut out for watching football games every weekend. i'm rooting for soccer.

7 crazy weeks

holy crikey, 7 more weeks of school and then i am free, free at last. we have this ridiculous teacher at school who tells us how ridiculous our class is for griping over mistakes that she makes on our tests. she doesn't feel that we deserve points that we should have received when she is in error. boils the blood i tell ya, but i'm so tired of the classmates talking about her suckiness non-stop. get over it already, we are almost through with the confines of good 'ol CTU! well, i should start pounding the pavement in search of a job irradiating people. i've gone from cookin' food to cookin' people. i love the new rotation, i'm thinking i need to be employed there too, even if it does mean i'll have to learn how to squish boobies. some jobs are worth squishing boobies for, especially when you get awesome lunch for free everyday. the way to my heart is pretty much through the tummach. the ol' reshume is updated, now i just need them see how amazingly charming i can be. i think the only job i ever didn't get that i applied for was when i applied to blockbuster not too long ago for a job to have just while i was going to school. you know, some low responsibility job that would be flexible and allow me to work a weird schedule, but get this, i didn't pass the personality test, how does that happen? could it be that i actually told the truth in my answers? seriously though, i don't know how the crappy disinterested high schooler gets a job at blockbuster while the dependable mother of 2 who needs the job for extra income doesn't pass the test? food for thought...

halloweenie

i love halloween. it's not just the candy either. not that i dress up each year, but i love the fact that people do. i always have an idea of what i'd be if i hadn't been working on putting together no. 1 and no. 2's costumes. by the way, no. 1 will be appa this year, a flying bison from his favorite cartoon, and no. 2 wanted to be a scary skeleton monster somethingerother. gone were the days when he wouldn't even glace in the direction of a costume. of course, who could forget this one.

craftsmanship out the arse...

i hate laura.

hi-ho

well, the tonsil removal went smoothly, not a hitch. not even the adenoidectomy was necessary. he did pretty good til the demerol started to wear thin, and then pain set in. he doesn't much like his pain medicine either, but i too recall thinking that the pain meds didn't do a whole lot. i think the hardest thing was sitting through family dinner watching everyone else eat brisket and cole slaw (one of his faves). he didn't even drink his fresca. we gave him a little bit of meat and potato salad, i just didn't want that scab to come loose. anyways, we're bunking together tonight, so i should mosey. tomorrow is gonna be a doozy, so much to do, so little time....

what do tonsils do anyways?

tomorrow is the day of reckoning for no.2's tonsils. they will be removed at approximately 7:30am. poor guy, he has no idea what pain is, and yet, tomorrow, he shall discover it. chances are, he'll also hate me for it. i stocked up on yogurt, ice cream, popsicles, and applesauce. i'm thinking that should be good for a few days. i wonder what no. 2 will do when he finds that his big brother gets to eat ice cream for dinner. that's gonna be a fun argument. anyways, i should rest-up for recovery tomorrow. news brief to come tomorrow night.

river bottom nightmare band

there once was a day in my not too distant youth when i longed to be a rock star. yes, it's true. i even have the pepto-bismol pink guitar to prove it, but alas, you kinda have to have some skillz to play such an instrument, of which i have none in that department. anyways, i would sit and conjure up songs, and names for my band with other conceptual bandmates, and one day we decided that we would cover the emmet otter's jugband christmas song that was sung by the opposing band during the talent contest, in which emmet otter, for those of you not familiar, lost to. poor thing had to put a hole in the washtub to do it dadgummit. this was the river bottom nightmare band song for those of you with foggy memories. any bands out there who may feel the need to steal such a song has my permission to do so, so long as you send me a copy of your results. perhaps someday, my dream will be fulfilled by some other. mike ireland, i am looking in your direction, even if it has to be country....