Archive for November, 2009
-image-Creepiest Doll EVER
Or as Jojo would say “creepiest doll ever in your WHOLE LIFE.” Well, Jojo, momma just found it, and I won’t be showing you because I don’t want you to feel that squirmy ickiness that your father and I now feel from just viewing this abomination.
Seriously, who would buy this? Jeffrey Dahmer? Oh wait, he’s dead.
One look from Mr. Squirrel, and he just said “oh shit. That’s a blog post.”
And now I’ll return to my non-creepy boy doll search for The Nugget. He loves dolls, and has two, but I was thinking of getting him a boy doll, too. A cute boy doll, like my neighbor Chris had growing up, not one from the serial killer series. Sheeeeee-it.
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10:00 pm |
-image-Glory Days
I finally got around to updating WordPress, so maybe, just maybe, my Google Reader doesn’t come up as prescription drug-related spam. And look! There. No, there to the left…it’s my sidebar. WTF?!
And when I say “I” got around to updating, clearly, I mean I suckered some qualified nice person into helping me, because apparently, the wind carries my whine all the way down the Atlantic seaboard. Thank you, sweet blog reader, for suckering convincing your very patient husband to fix this hunk of junk called HollowSquirrel.
Yes, their family has been double-suckered by yours truly. It’s a gift.
I now must add Kylene to my Super Fantastically Awesome Blogger Birthday Bonanza page… and are you on it? Would you like to be added? It’s been down (and not a good “down”) for a few (times many) fortnights, so I apologize if your birthday has changed and the list is not updated. Or you blog address has changed…that’s probably more likely.
ANYHOOO… you’ll let me know if I’m still trying to clog your Google Reader with spam, right?
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10:26 pm |
-image-BEHOLD: The Squirrel Family Thanksgiving Day Menu
November 25, 2009 | holidays
Breakfast: bagels, cream cheese, tomato, salmon, capers, onions (and for me: LOTS OF COFFEEEE)
Lunch: leftover Chinese food
Dinner: some classy chicken stroganoff crockpot recipe I took from my favorite recipe site and broccolini. Because we like it.
hmmm… I swear we’re forgetting something, but I can’t put a gizzard on it.
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7:42 pm |
-image-Can I just tell you…
I can’t even GO there about the garage sale because it wasn’t like just in my yard. It was off-site at a big place and raised several thousand dollars with several hundred customers, only a handful of whom were asshole shoplifters. But see… see…the main suckage factor of being one of the organizers was having a team to manage. I never understood why my best friend always passes down opportunities to move up in her company and make more money through managing people, but now I completely understand and to you, dear best friend, my humble apologies. It’s bad enough when your coworkers are being PAID to work. At least the possibility of losing ones job may motivate your underlings to light a fire under their lazy asses, but trying to coordinate other parents, some of whom have full-time jobs or whose wives signed them up for the committee or who pretend they don’t have email even though they do and it’s called “selective emailing” or “caller email-ID-ing” and I KNOW YOU READ MY EMAIL AND YOU’RE PRETENDING YOU DIDN’T WHICH IS WHY I PRINTED OFF A COPY AND DROPPED ONE BY YOUR HOUSE AS WELL AS PUT A COPY IN YOUR KID’S SCHOOL POUCH so you had better show up for the shift or I’ll have to smile through gritted teeth and ask you nicely again if you’re coming and OH MY GOD can you tell some anger still resides under my calm surface? CAN YOU?
I really went there, didn’t I? And seriously, I’m just scratching the ugly, flea-infested surface.
Onto other items:
1. Whoever is responsible for making this book should offer a public apology and be forced to reprint and replace all copies forthwith (is that a legal term, because I pretend it is) for the egregious oversight of leaving out the four naughty cars (you know who you are oh don’t make me say your names. FINE I will DJ, SnotRod, Wingo and Boost). The four naughty cars are beloved by my naughty little son, and, as I try to remind myself, allow for some “teachable moments” in the film. SErIOUSLY, how could you leave them out? FOR SHAME! I may be overreacting.
2. I’m in LOVE with the show Glee. LOVE LOVE LOVE and now I want an iPod or one of those mp3 player doo-dads so I can download the mash-ups and don’t think for a second I would leave off “Don’t Stop Believin’” (Journey). But really, let’s be honest. I’m still a good 2 years away from being able to listen to a song in its entirety without being yelled at for a blasted snack.
3. I went to a funeral this morning and received several nice compliments on my hair and attire…from the other parents at preschool who wrongly assumed I was heading back into the workforce. Then they had to do the ol’ facial switcheroo — inquisitive and smiling to tilted head/grimace with accompanying “ooooohhhhawwwwww.” The older man I sat next to during the mass (and yes, for those of you who really know me…I sat through a Catholic mass and this time, I’m pretty sure I didn’t offend anyone! well, except when I didn’t take my neighbor’s hand for this one part, but how was I suppose to know, for shit’s sake?)… well, the older man was a hoot and I wished I could chat with him, but I had coffeebreath so I tried to minimize chit chat. When did it become ok to wear jeans to a funeral? That is my question to you. Also, I think Father B was wearing running shoes. Hand on my Felicity DVD collection.
4. OK here’s one to settle. I was speaking with someone who will remain nameless and the discussion topic of “booger eating…when is it ok” came up. Who here just gagged? Yup, me, too. I quite vigorously toed the “NEVER” company line with a “that’s what flicking is for” if you don’t have a tissue to wipe it in, and why are we picking to begin with? note to self: look into law school. So, the person I was arguing with said that consuming one’s own boogers is ok if there’s no where to wipe/flick because you’re taking care of the offending matter yourself instead of foisting it out onto the public.
Seriously. I have these discussions. Your thoughts?
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4:07 pm |
-image-sorry I haven’t called
I’ve been busy stashing other people’s crap in my garage, basement, dining room table and guest room!
And yes, that was as fun as you could imagine what with the dirty donations, fire-starting microwaves and stained clothing. But wait! There’s more: dusty porcelain poodles, completely crustacular pots and pans and a smoking sewing machine.
This fundraising endeavor so overwhelmed me that I still have trouble talking about it (especially in a positive light).
It’s through. Finished, but the scars remain. I mean, who thought there would be shoplifters (plural) at a garage sale…a fundraising garage sale…for the children?!?!
OK ENOUGH Stacy stop talking about it before the bile makes its way north. Bygones.
I think this is cool because someone I love is in it.
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2:12 pm |
