Archive for March, 2007
-image-It’s not a break
And it’s not a hiatus. It’s just a short nap… a blogging nap. We might be back tomorrow. Or Thursday. I’m not sure. I just need to take a nap (literally).
I thought I was just exhausted from life, but (duh!), the exhaustion also resulted from trying to wean from my anti-depressants so we could try for jojo #2. Yay! I know! But… that’s on hold. I’d rather be the best possible mom for Jojo and the kindest wife to Mr. Squirrel than sink into the ugliness that has been the past few days for the coming months. I just can’t do that to the people I love, including myself.
I’m tired and frustrated and just need to go nap. Until I have some non-exhausted time to catch up, blog on my friends.
Oh, and the pic above documents our recent haircuts and the bags under my eyes.
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12:18 pm |
-image-Someone woke up on the wrong side…
of the bed, and this time it’s me. ROAR am I crabby. BAH.
All of the following, I believe, combined to create my craptacular mood:
1. My new bangs. Ok, I like them. Really, I do, but here’s a sampling of responses I’ve received from coworkers:
You look tired. Are you sick?
You did something different (while staring at my forehead).
You look like Heather Locklear when she was on Melrose Place. Slutty. Nice.
You look exhausted… is Jojo sleeping ok? Can you leave early today?
Yeah, you look tired again. Is everything ok?
It makes you look older.
You look more casual, like you just woke up.
2. So, is it the bangs or is it that I just look tired, because I am tired. I am exhausted. And truly, while I adore my parents and am extremely grateful for their help this week while Mr. Squirrel works downstate, the speed and energy needed to keep up with my mom has worn me down. I’m so tired, I feel like I could wilt to the floor and sleep there for the next three weeks.
3. I fucked up at work last Friday, and it’s been exhausting and embarrassing to fix the mistake and, of course, explain it to everyone. Cost to our project: $266.
4. I fucked up at work again yesterday, trying to fix the mistake from last Friday. I didn’t realize this mistake until this morning and alternated between laughing and crying on the way to work. Cost to our project: $108.
5. One of my coworkers on this project drives me to the brink of insanity each week by emailing me the day before our WEEKLY meeting to ask me who else (from the rest of the group– 4 people– who meet EACH AND EVERY week) will be at the meeting. Why doesn’t HE just email the other five people and pose that question to everyone instead of asking me to email everyone? All six of us make it IF WE ARE AT WORK, and if someone can’t make it, the meeting continues without them. He drives me mad. Mad. I tell you.
6. Remember my bangs? Ok, well then last night during American Idol, my mom colored my hair from a box. A box of chemicals which not only burned parts of my scalp (that it wasn’t meant to touch), but WHOA am I really blonde now. So why did I do it, then? Because I’m a world class wuss who won’t just tell my own mother: listen, I know my hair is getting darker with age, and YES, I wish I had the money and time to have it professionally colored more often, but I don’t. So I’m just workin’ the skunk look. But no. Now I’m working the Blonde Out of a Box look. Hardcore.
7. American Idol. If you want the best singers, then don’t limit your field by requiring the same number of male and female singers. They’re all bitching and moaning that the women far surpass the men (in general) this season but continue to make these gender quotas. It’s ridiculous.
8. This point may the damn tipping point for today. One concerned reader and fellow blogger emailed me in appropriate outrage because ABC shelved the best sitcom they’ve got: The Knights of Prosperity. You can click “contact us” at the bottom to leave a message, like I did, bemoaning their idiotic decision. Stupid assclowns. That show routinely gets Mr. Squirrel and me laughing so hard we have to pause it to catch our breath and rewind it to replay over and over again most things uttered by Rockefeller Butts. DAMN YOU, ABC!
9. Stupidly, I ate lunch at TGI Fridays. I know. Why do I kick myself when I’m down? HS Tip #28342: Do not order the sandwich that’s kind of like a beef brisket thingy with au jus sauce, because it sucks and is so not a french dip, although that’s what I wanted it to be. Instead, the breadbunthing was huge and square while the thickish round slices of mystery meat were piled high in the center, leaving a good 60% of the breadbunthing without any meat under it. I enjoy full on meat distribution in my sandwich. Am I alone here? I don’t think so. Plus, the au jus (I may be spelling this wrong, but I don’t care at this point) spilled all over my fries, so they were limp and wet and COME ON. Side table note: an older man at the table next to us horked up some nastiness as we waited for our food. That didn’t help the ambience, let me tell you. At least they use paper napkins so no one has to find that treasure later.
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12:36 pm |
-image-serenity now
Jojo woke up on the crabby side of the crib today.
Grandma got the brazillant idea of taking him to the barber for his THIRD haircut, so per usual, instead of speaking up and setting the day’s course the way I thought it should go, I went along to
1. Dunkin Donuts where Jojo inhaled a glazed donut. Don’t get me started. I KNOW.
2. the barber where Jojo freaked OUT (again). Thankfully this time there were only two customers and four employees to hear the screaming, fighting toddler. Joys.
3. buy a box of blonde highlights because my hair keeps darkening with age despite my fairly recent trip to the colorist. Sweet Jesus. That is tomorrow night’s mother/daughter project. Help me.
Jojo took a 3 hour nap to recover from the trauma of Ralph, the barber. He woke up even more whiny.
What did I do? Take a nap like I should because I’m getting a cold? Oh no, I decided to run more errands (with my dad driving…at 5 below the speed limit every. single. slow. step. of. the. way.).
Then, I went and did this.
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6:40 pm |
-image-why why why why
I’m SO pulling a Kerrigan because (wha! and WHY?WHY?WHY?) jury duty was called off, and I won’t be called again for at least six years!
BUT I want to serve…and sit and be forced to read books while awaiting my turn to be called up to the hot seat and answer questions for the chance to win up to … oh wait, it’s not a game show. BUT STILL. DAMN!!!!
So I’m home today with my parents & Jojo. I have a list of things I need to get done:
1. taxes
2. clean out the office
3. ok, that’s really it.
My mom hasn’t mentioned her to-do list today, but I’m guessing it’s this:
1. go shopping with me and Jojo
2. go out to lunch with me, Jojo and Grandpa
3. keep shopping with me, Jojo and crabby Grandpa
4. make dinner
5. clean my house because it’s filthy
I’m not big on getting Jojo out in public because I’m a wimp and uh, I’m a wimp. I don’t like messing with his schedule and confining him to the car. I’d much prefer chasing him around our house.
My mom, on the other hand, enjoys testing the limits of my patience and frayed nerves by suggesting dining options like The Cheesecake Factory and Other Niceish Restaurants with large menus that require 10 minutes to peruse when I’m like “BRING ME A BURGER MAKE IT RARE SO IT SHORTENS THE COOK TIME AND GO GO GO GO AND BRING ME THE BILL NOW IN CASE HE BLOWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Plus, did I mention I have to get our tax info together? Good times.
See? I blogged, too. In the messy office which I should be cleaning.
***UPDATED TO ADD: We just returned home from shopping and the Cheesecake Factory. TOLD YOU!
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6:55 am |
-image-Did I mention
that my parents are visiting this week while Mr. Squirrel works out of town and I’m supposedly on jury duty but oh wait, they don’t need me today?
Yeah, so I can’t blog when they’re around. Cuz they’re nosy. So… enjoy this respite from my crappy writing!
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2:35 pm |
-image-First Rule of Bookclub
Say the word “cunt” one bazillion times.
I joined a bookclub recently and Wednesday night was my first time attending. (<------ that's the book). Read about it here.
Why discuss the book, you ask, when instead I can share random conversations from the evening spent with various moms from the local moms’ group:
*Topic: Oops Awkward. I don’t remember how conversation turned to this topic except that the person who brought it up dominated most of the conversation in a totally annoying way. At least speak quicker if you’re going to amend every other topic with your own personal story, ya know? Well, this particular story involved the talker attempting to restrain herself (and her outrage) with her pregnant sister-in-law because she was… gasp… drinking a Diet Coke. A fucking Diet Coke. While pregnant. Right away, two other moms raised their hands as “hello, I drank Diet Coke while pregnant” and every other person chimed in, “yes, I drank a POP (ok, maybe they said “soda,” but it’s my re-telling so zip it) a day while pregnant.” Then my friend K, who was hosting, said, “you should see the picture of my mom the night before she gave birth to me: cigarette in one hand, wine in the other. And I turned out just fine… (looks around to make sure…”right??”). Yes, I realize pop contains chemicals and flavorings and things that aren’t necessarily healthy, but in the grand scheme of things, chill. She would have received a lot more support had her sister-in-law been shooting up the smack. Of course, that didn’t end her stream of stories.
* Topic: Potty-Training. For one mother (different one…the most germaphobic of the lot), her plan on bringing her in-training daughter out in public is to:
- Bring along Clorox wipes.
- Wipe the public toilet seat.
- Wait four minutes while the wipes kill 99.9% of the germs.
- Place the potty-training small toilet seat (brought from home) on the newly cleaned public toilet set.
- Commence with peeing or pooping.
Um… FOUR MINUTES WAIT TIME for a child who is holding peepee? That’s a no-go. I don’t see this working. Plus, FOUR MINUTES breathing in stench and trying to contain a curious, anxious, hopping toddler in a pube and fece-infested bathroom stall? Good luck with THAT. Please let us know how that turns out. At least she’ll have some wipes to clean up the urine that will be all over the floor.
* Topic: the Diva Cup and how not to store it in your husband’s Pyrex container. Yeah, I’d never heard of this until I read the book, but now I have one on order. Seriously. I do. I’ll blog about it here, and also let you know Mr. Squirrel’s suggestions for where and how to store it. Considering he works with materials and understands chemistry and material permeability, his take on sanitary storage should yield some good suggestions as well as damn funny blog fodder. The Luna Pads were also a huge hit with the Diva Cup wearer in the group, so I ordered some, too. TMI? TFB. Menstruation happens. It’s a cool process and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Down Down from soapbox…
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Oh! And I have jury duty next week. My first time. EVER.
***** UPDATE: I’m not needed for Monday. Four possible days remain…fingers CROSSED people!
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7:41 am |
