Call me sexist, but it creeps me out when boys have better hair than me. That, and boy "outfits".
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Scrambled
Today I needed wipers for my windsheild and for my eyeballs. I have a lot going on, and I'm feeling a bit scrambled. Proof?
I threw my car keys into the garbage, and Schmoopsie had to go dumpster diving to find them.
On days like today, I try to find the simple blessings. Sometimes, it's something as small as the fact that trash day was yesterday.
I threw my car keys into the garbage, and Schmoopsie had to go dumpster diving to find them.
On days like today, I try to find the simple blessings. Sometimes, it's something as small as the fact that trash day was yesterday.
Monday, May 17, 2010
I'm going to send this one out there
One. More. Time. I'm sitting here with my eyes squinted and my fingers pinched together near my temples, willing you to understand, Universe. I don't know how to be any more clear. I've completely drained my reservoir of communication skills and have resorted to mentally screaming in block letters.
I DON'T PLAY THE PIANO.
I'm not just being modest or demure. I really, genuinely, honestly do not know how to play the piano. Please stop asking me to do so in public.
Someday, maybe I'll cultivate it as a skill. In the mean time, I'm going to work on rocking my baby, because she's teething and needs her Mama. Also, my fridge needs cleaning out, I haven't done my visiting teaching, I need to practice the (insert expletive here) organ, I just planted Tomato Extravaganza: 2010 Edition and I need to fertilize, my Jeep needs a good scrub so we can sell it, the laundry isn't folded, I have a certain speaking engagement coming up that I should prepare for, and, oh yeah, I have to work full time. Remember?
So forgive me, Universe, if preparing on extraordinarily short notice to play in front of coworkers and strangers isn't high on my priority list. Luckily for you, apparently I have terrible personal boundaries and tend to give in to peer pressure, so I'll be doing it anyway.
Oh, and one more thing. I have Gilmore Girls on in the background, which I've never watched before. The dialogue goes unnaturally fast, and it's distracting. Just sayin'.
I DON'T PLAY THE PIANO.
I'm not just being modest or demure. I really, genuinely, honestly do not know how to play the piano. Please stop asking me to do so in public.
Someday, maybe I'll cultivate it as a skill. In the mean time, I'm going to work on rocking my baby, because she's teething and needs her Mama. Also, my fridge needs cleaning out, I haven't done my visiting teaching, I need to practice the (insert expletive here) organ, I just planted Tomato Extravaganza: 2010 Edition and I need to fertilize, my Jeep needs a good scrub so we can sell it, the laundry isn't folded, I have a certain speaking engagement coming up that I should prepare for, and, oh yeah, I have to work full time. Remember?
So forgive me, Universe, if preparing on extraordinarily short notice to play in front of coworkers and strangers isn't high on my priority list. Luckily for you, apparently I have terrible personal boundaries and tend to give in to peer pressure, so I'll be doing it anyway.
Oh, and one more thing. I have Gilmore Girls on in the background, which I've never watched before. The dialogue goes unnaturally fast, and it's distracting. Just sayin'.
Friday, May 7, 2010
To Infinity and Beyond
The Bug earned herself an early release from her infant carseat for good behavior. (Plus, too tall.)
If appearances are any indication, she should be safe to travel into outer space as captain of NASA's next mission in this thing:
Hope she likes it. Bug will remain in this seat in one form or another until she is big enough to need no car seat at all, which in this day and age will be just about the time I'll have to teach her to shave her legs and wear deodorant.
It's a good thing, too. Earning a Master's degree has nothing on figuring out these straps.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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