Saturday, March 28, 2009

Time For Change?

My blog needs updating. I can't decide what to do with it, so I do nothing at all. I like the cute scrapbook-looking blogs...but they just aren't me. If anyone has any ideas, pass them along my way.

Also, since Sally is no longer with us (i.e. crossed over, gone to the light) I'm wondering if I should change the name of the blog. I guess she will always be a part of our lives, but I'm afraid there will be no more Sally stories. My little girl no longer converses with orange crocodiles, owls that live on the ceiling and undead children. I have even been hoping lately that Sally, as much as I dreaded her appearances and the darkness they brought to our lives, would make one last visit to say goodbye to her surrogate family. It makes me a little sad that Maura would rather talk to actual people now. But there is always Collin, and I have great hopes for him in the way of imaginary friends. He has one that lives in the kitchen, who he goes and talks to when he gets in trouble. The details are shady. I'm not worried about things getting too dull around here.

So what do you think? Should My Friend Sally move on? Do people wonder why I can't just name my blog something normal like everyone else? Speak to me people.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

29 + 1 = OLD

**I hate to do this to myself, but it is just too funny. My "friend" Andrea posted a picture of me on my 17th birthday here and it is freaking awesome. The fake red hair. The curdoroy jacket. Does my necklace really say "Cobain?" Wow, the 90's were not kind to me. 30 is sounding better all the time.

My 20's have officially departed. Actually, considering how I'm a "glass half empty" kinda person most of the time, I'm surprised that I'm not really sad at all to welcome in my 30's.

I was awaken at 4:00 this morning by a 3 year old little boy. An hour later a little girl came in our room too. I guess the baby didn't want to miss out, so he arranged for a monstrous leg cramp to wake me up for good soon after.

Rand is currently baking cake and cleaning, and that is pretty much the best present ever.

Happy Birthday to me!

Friday, March 20, 2009

I am LITERALLY having an AHA moment and it was THE BOMB.COM

Okay, so most of my posts are about things that bother me. I guess lots of things bother me, what can I say? Here are some words/phrases that I wish would disappear forever. There are many more, but these are some highlights. If any of the following are in your vocabulary, please erase. Forever.

  1. The phrase "Aha moment." Everyone is having one. I don't know what it means but I think Oprah had something to do with it. Make it stop.
  2. The word literally. I would say just the misuse of the word, but I know that it will always be misused, so let's just get rid of the word altogether. Overheard: "My head LITERALLY exploded." Wow, sorry I missed that.
  3. The word "pop." Example: "That shirt really makes your eyes pop." Again, I think we are misusing the word...and it sounds dumb.
  4. Adding "Gate" to the end of a word to describe a celebrity situation. Like when Britney went without underwear and they called it "Panty-gate." Really?
  5. "It's the" I heard a grown man say this. Out loud. I'm serious. He wasn't trying to be funny.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Green Goodness.

I wish green food made me so happy. Actually, you know what? It did make me pretty happy. We celebrated our Irish ancestry and St. Patrick's day with LOTS of green stuff. I'm not sure of the connection yet, but we did it anyway. And no, that isn't antifreeze, it's just green Gatorade. On the menu: spinach wraps, cucumbers, broccoli, avocados and green jello jigglers. Most kids run away from green food, but mine love it. They are strange in so many ways. We also made a green slush concoction for dessert. The recipe called for rum, but we omitted it. We figured they had enough beer with their lunch...

Monday, March 9, 2009

Time for Botox

A few days ago Maura and I were talking about all the ways she looked like me. I was telling her she had my skin, my eyebrows (or eyebrow to be more exact... poor girl), my nose, my lips, my ears...and she looked at me and said,"What about those wrinkles under your eyes, do I have those too?" It's all downhill from here.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Workin' 9 to 5

I know we all have to deal with people we don't like from time to time, but lately people have just been bothering me. Maybe it is because I am pregnant. Maybe it is because I would rather be at home in my sweat pants than at work. Whatever the reason, I have a few comments for the people I am forced to interact with on a daily basis. And don't worry, if you work with me and you are reading this blog, I'm probably not talking about you. But I could be.

Guy who paces the aisles talking loudly into his blue tooth: Don't invade my cubicle space with your attempts to seem productive. Just sit at your desk and pretend to be busy like the rest of us.

"Person" who I have worked with for years but you still don't know my name: Never mind, there is probably no need for you to know my name. You wear suits and are more important than me.

Insecure male: I know I'm female. Women's rights and all.. get over it.

Mostly everyone: Are you really getting an email important enough to stop listening to me and start typing on your blackberry? REALLY?! It can't wait two seconds until we finish our conversation?

Person who thinks we are best friends: Just because you call me "BRUNO!" every time you see me does not make us friends. Ever notice how I'm always on a phone call when you are at my desk? There isn't anyone on the other line.

Lady who gives me a disapproving look every time you see me with a Diet Coke: It isn't crack, okay? And no matter how much caffeine that I consume during my pregnancy, my kids will still be cuter and smarter than yours.

Person who blogs all day at work and is always disinfecting their desk with Lysol wipes because they are afraid of germs: Oh, wait that is me.

Lady who parks her giant minivan in visitor parking because she is too lazy to take the 10 extra steps from the other parking spaces: Me again.

I know I sound cruel, but like I said, it is one of those days. And I get a pass because of the whole pregnant thing. I checked into it.