Otherwise I wouldn't be contemplating a Sonic run at 9pm on a Sunday for one.
Granted, I have good reason. I'm about knee deep into my graduate exam and my brain HURTS after today. I have seriously analyzed the shit out of Korea for the past 12 hours. And I'm not done. Except I am done. Hence the need for a kick of caffeine.
I was hoping to bribe the mister except I can already hear him snoring so that's not looking up for me.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
This week can suck it.
This has been the week from HELL. I tried and tried and tried to make it salvageable. But every time I thought things might be looking up, the Week From Hell was all, "Nope. Your life sucks this week" and brought the hammer down once more. And I just spelled "more" as "moore" and then "moor". So apparently, he's still at it.
A recap:
Friday to Sunday were spent away from home, at the in-laws. This means that the entire house was left in disarray because I cannot pack like a normal person. Instead of packing and folding and putting away and picking up and changing sheets so we could all come home to clean beds, I threw as much as I could into suitcases and totes bags, and then pulled stuff out and threw that on thedirty floor. But we left at a semi decent hour with clean underwear and gifts and party dresses so I called it a win. Me: 1, Week: 0
Sunday was party day! Yay! There was family drama (of course) the morning of which led to me sobbing silently in the bathroom on my child's second birthday but then I pulled it together and put some eyeliner on because it's what I do. But it set the tone for the rest of the day. Me: 1, Week: 1
The party was great. Lots of family came, the food was great, the Girl got one heck of a loot and some even some green for her piggy bank. Me: 2, Week: 1
The party was great. Lots of family came, we talked to everyone and by the time we had FINALLY loaded up the van and were ready to go, I thought I was going to die from exhaustion. I have no idea how I drove 2 hours home. Me: 2, Week: 2
And then she threw up in the van on the way home. Spinach dip. Wasn't even digested. Me: 2, Week: 3
Daylight Savings Time happened. Me: 2, Week: 4
Started in the 2 year old room at daycare. There were tears. Me: 2, Week: 5
(Do you see how the week just fucking attacked me all at once? But hang on, it gets worse.)
Tuesday was particularly crazy. MrShoe had a double filling appointment at the dentist at the ungodly hour of 7:50 am (sidenote: I swear he does shit like on purpose, so he doesn't have to help with the mad dash to get out the door in the mornings). But I also had an appointment at 8:40...for a double crown. So at 8am, I am doing the "bye, everybody!" song and dance with the girl and then I notice that the dog has vomited. On the floor. In her crate. I wanted to die. Me: 2, Week: 6
Change the crate in record time and walk out the door at 8:05. Make it to dentist at 8:41 which is totes early for someone who is habitually 10 minutes late. Me: 3, Week: 6
Never, ever, ever do a double crown without being fucking sedated. Me: 3, Week: one million (or 7)
Take 4 hour nap and have hot sex dreams (which is the most action I've seen in WEEKS). Me: 4, Week: 7
Back to work on Wednesday but had awesome lunch with a friend and skipped class so I could sweep my floors and have dinner with my girl group so I'll take that one. Me: 5, Week: 7
But then I unknowingly stuck my finger in a poop diaper. Me: 5, Week: 8
Thursday almost killed me but in a "I'm not taking your shit anymore, Week" kind of way. I had a meeting across town at 3 which of course resulted in me catching rush hour traffic but I used that time to 1) go to the bank, 2) do a 2 week menu, & 3) make a grocery list. No worries; all of the above was done ONLY at red lights. Then I scooped up the girl and went on a massive shopping trip where I saved $25 with my fuelperks and that included tequila. Me: 6, Week: 8
But then I got home at 7:30 and my kid hadn't eaten and there were dishes and OHMYGOD what is stuck to the bottom of the drawer in my fridge?!?! Me: 6, Week: 9
We're planning a beach vacation with the in-laws (if they'd ever call me back at least). Me: 7, Week: 9
And I stayed up late prepping all that food I bought and planning out my week's meals. Me: 8, Week 9
But I stayed up so late that I couldn't fall asleep until 2am and my husband leaves at 6:30am these days so basically I'm a zombie today. Me: 7, Week: 10
So the week definitely won but I guess I put up a pretty good fight. Regardless, I'm glad it's Friday. I tried a recipe for Grapefruit margaritas a week ago and I am HOOKED. So while my muffins were baking last night (for this week's breakfast) and my fish was defrosting (for tonight's dinner) I juiced the shit out of some grapefruits and made a whole pitcher of them for this afternoon since it's Margarita Friday.
Happy Friday, y'all!
Original grapefruit margarita recipe.
The one I use.
A recap:
Friday to Sunday were spent away from home, at the in-laws. This means that the entire house was left in disarray because I cannot pack like a normal person. Instead of packing and folding and putting away and picking up and changing sheets so we could all come home to clean beds, I threw as much as I could into suitcases and totes bags, and then pulled stuff out and threw that on the
Sunday was party day! Yay! There was family drama (of course) the morning of which led to me sobbing silently in the bathroom on my child's second birthday but then I pulled it together and put some eyeliner on because it's what I do. But it set the tone for the rest of the day. Me: 1, Week: 1
The party was great. Lots of family came, the food was great, the Girl got one heck of a loot and some even some green for her piggy bank. Me: 2, Week: 1
The party was great. Lots of family came, we talked to everyone and by the time we had FINALLY loaded up the van and were ready to go, I thought I was going to die from exhaustion. I have no idea how I drove 2 hours home. Me: 2, Week: 2
And then she threw up in the van on the way home. Spinach dip. Wasn't even digested. Me: 2, Week: 3
Daylight Savings Time happened. Me: 2, Week: 4
Started in the 2 year old room at daycare. There were tears. Me: 2, Week: 5
(Do you see how the week just fucking attacked me all at once? But hang on, it gets worse.)
Tuesday was particularly crazy. MrShoe had a double filling appointment at the dentist at the ungodly hour of 7:50 am (sidenote: I swear he does shit like on purpose, so he doesn't have to help with the mad dash to get out the door in the mornings). But I also had an appointment at 8:40...for a double crown. So at 8am, I am doing the "bye, everybody!" song and dance with the girl and then I notice that the dog has vomited. On the floor. In her crate. I wanted to die. Me: 2, Week: 6
Change the crate in record time and walk out the door at 8:05. Make it to dentist at 8:41 which is totes early for someone who is habitually 10 minutes late. Me: 3, Week: 6
Never, ever, ever do a double crown without being fucking sedated. Me: 3, Week: one million (or 7)
Take 4 hour nap and have hot sex dreams (which is the most action I've seen in WEEKS). Me: 4, Week: 7
Back to work on Wednesday but had awesome lunch with a friend and skipped class so I could sweep my floors and have dinner with my girl group so I'll take that one. Me: 5, Week: 7
But then I unknowingly stuck my finger in a poop diaper. Me: 5, Week: 8
Thursday almost killed me but in a "I'm not taking your shit anymore, Week" kind of way. I had a meeting across town at 3 which of course resulted in me catching rush hour traffic but I used that time to 1) go to the bank, 2) do a 2 week menu, & 3) make a grocery list. No worries; all of the above was done ONLY at red lights. Then I scooped up the girl and went on a massive shopping trip where I saved $25 with my fuelperks and that included tequila. Me: 6, Week: 8
But then I got home at 7:30 and my kid hadn't eaten and there were dishes and OHMYGOD what is stuck to the bottom of the drawer in my fridge?!?! Me: 6, Week: 9
We're planning a beach vacation with the in-laws (if they'd ever call me back at least). Me: 7, Week: 9
And I stayed up late prepping all that food I bought and planning out my week's meals. Me: 8, Week 9
But I stayed up so late that I couldn't fall asleep until 2am and my husband leaves at 6:30am these days so basically I'm a zombie today. Me: 7, Week: 10
So the week definitely won but I guess I put up a pretty good fight. Regardless, I'm glad it's Friday. I tried a recipe for Grapefruit margaritas a week ago and I am HOOKED. So while my muffins were baking last night (for this week's breakfast) and my fish was defrosting (for tonight's dinner) I juiced the shit out of some grapefruits and made a whole pitcher of them for this afternoon since it's Margarita Friday.
Happy Friday, y'all!
Original grapefruit margarita recipe.
The one I use.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Happy birthday to my Sweet Girl!
Happy birthday, baby girl!
Two years ago today, you came into this world screaming your head off. When the doctor placed you on my chest and said, "it's a girl!" I was hooked and completely in love. Today, you still scream your head off sometimes but I'm still hooked by that cheesy grin and those big brown eyes.
Right now you love all things Sesame Street: Elmo, Ernie, Bert, Big Bird, Abby, and Cookie Monster. You love watching Super Why in the mornings with me and eating your grits and strawberries. You love to play outside with Georgia and hug on Coco. You wave to the horses every morning and know what sounds all the animals make. You love cheese and juice for a snack. Your daddy is your hero and I am your best friend.
You are the light of my life; the best thing that I've ever done. I hope you never stop being as curious and as sweet as you are now. I love you more than you will ever know.
-Mommy
Two years ago today, you came into this world screaming your head off. When the doctor placed you on my chest and said, "it's a girl!" I was hooked and completely in love. Today, you still scream your head off sometimes but I'm still hooked by that cheesy grin and those big brown eyes.
Right now you love all things Sesame Street: Elmo, Ernie, Bert, Big Bird, Abby, and Cookie Monster. You love watching Super Why in the mornings with me and eating your grits and strawberries. You love to play outside with Georgia and hug on Coco. You wave to the horses every morning and know what sounds all the animals make. You love cheese and juice for a snack. Your daddy is your hero and I am your best friend.
You are the light of my life; the best thing that I've ever done. I hope you never stop being as curious and as sweet as you are now. I love you more than you will ever know.
-Mommy
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Week 10
Ok, now I really am back on track.
1. Graduate - Test in 2 weeks. Holy mother. I had two study sessions this week for various projects and such. I think I need to look into ordering my gown but I'm afraid to jinx it.
2. Church - 4-5. Le sigh. It happened.
3. New job - Made my appointment with the career center!
4. Feel better - My only redeeming quality for this resolution is that I gave up chocolate for Lent. I've only forgotten once and it was a half a cookie and not a pan of brownies so that's a win in my book.
5. Me time - I made some cookies for my sweet girl's party this weekend. Too bad I can't eat them.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
March Photo of the Day
I'm already behind at this but oh well.
March 1 - Up: bedtime in the nursery.
March 2 - Fruit: I like mine pureed.
March 3 - Your neighbourhood: the mister planted these for me.
March 4 - Bedside: My sweet miracle.
March 1 - Up: bedtime in the nursery.
March 2 - Fruit: I like mine pureed.
March 3 - Your neighbourhood: the mister planted these for me.
March 4 - Bedside: My sweet miracle.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Week 9
I'm getting confused with my dates. So even though my last update was for weeks 7 & 8, and I posted it on 2/26, the week 9 update is for 2/25 to 3/2. I think. Yes?
1. Graduate - Studying, projects, etc. Test in less than 3 weeks. Someone pass the paper bag.
2. Church - 4-4. Ouchie.
3. New job - I applied for five or so jobs last week. Nothing. I'm making an appointment with the career center tomorrow. My resume must have repellant on it.
4. Feel better - I probably just need to embrace my fat since we've been together for so long.
5. Me time - Some cooking here and there which is always good. I made some kickass broiled fish poboys the other night. WITH homemade tarter sauce. Oh, yes ma'am. And some very delicious chicken stew on Sunday. I also had coffee with my old college roommate the other morning. It was...ok. Not bad and I laughed more than once so that's a good sign.
I hate being cold
Like, I really hate it. Especially in the mornings. This is my shower routine. It drives my husband nuts.
Go in the bathroom. Close the door to the closet and to our bedroom. Turn on the ONLY the light above the tub (the other light is much too bright for 6:30am). Plug in the space heater that puts out no heat whatsoever. Start shower as hot as I can stand it. Pee. Get in.
So the idea here is to create a very, very warm, sauna-like environment so that when I get out I don't go from a balmy 85* shower to a freezing cold 30* room. When no one is fucking with me, this is accomplished and my morning starts off great.
But of course, because I'm me, this doesn't happen very often. Usually my husband comes in to tell me something and forgets to shut the door behind him and then my bedroom literally sucks out every ounce of warm air. Seriously. I can see my warm air being sucked.
Or he comes in, shuts the door behind him, but goes in the closet and forgets to shut that door behind him. Same thing. The cold closet sucks out all my sauna-like air. And then I start yelling and he comes back in the bathroom (leaving the door open) going, "what are you yelling about?"
And I could cry because I know that my sauna experience is over.
Go in the bathroom. Close the door to the closet and to our bedroom. Turn on the ONLY the light above the tub (the other light is much too bright for 6:30am). Plug in the space heater that puts out no heat whatsoever. Start shower as hot as I can stand it. Pee. Get in.
So the idea here is to create a very, very warm, sauna-like environment so that when I get out I don't go from a balmy 85* shower to a freezing cold 30* room. When no one is fucking with me, this is accomplished and my morning starts off great.
But of course, because I'm me, this doesn't happen very often. Usually my husband comes in to tell me something and forgets to shut the door behind him and then my bedroom literally sucks out every ounce of warm air. Seriously. I can see my warm air being sucked.
Or he comes in, shuts the door behind him, but goes in the closet and forgets to shut that door behind him. Same thing. The cold closet sucks out all my sauna-like air. And then I start yelling and he comes back in the bathroom (leaving the door open) going, "what are you yelling about?"
And I could cry because I know that my sauna experience is over.
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