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-image-Cashing in those kind favors
Several of you offered to help me out, after the birth of the Nugget. I appreciate your kindness and offers of support and assistance. It is times like today when I suck up my pride, accept that I need help and reach out to you, my interweb friends.
All ya have to do to help me out today is head on over here and scoop up/dispose of that half-flattened squirrel that army-crawled into our driveway and now serves as the centerpiece of a morbid fly swarm.
The shovel is in the garage.
Thanks.
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12:18 pm |
-image-You Know You’re Watching Too Much J&K+8
when…
1. You talk about Kate to your friends as if she’s also one of your close friends…such as “I don’t know how Kate does it” and then you see the wheels a-turnin’ in your friend’s brain as she eliminates the Kates you both know, neither of whom fit the bill for what we’re discussing, so then you have to explain you meant a Kate that you both only know through television.
2. But this friend totally loves the show, too, so you discuss it whenever you’re together; and, you kind of hope her husband is around so you can fight him on the merits of Kate. He hates her, and you him to see the light.
3. You had an awesome dream where you were married to Jon and Kate was married to his identical twin, and you and Kate were BFF.
I think I’ll end the list there. I realize the short list seems rather stalker-y or obsessive, when in fact I’m not. No, really…as long as I stay 500 feet from them, I’m fine! I just love the show. You, too, might be watching too much J&K+8 if you knew from the title that I meant the TLC show “Jon and Kate Plus 8.”
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Also? “The Mole” is on tonight. Eeek! LOVE IT. How can you: a. not be watching it and b. not LOVING IT? So good. Go. Watch it at 10pm. GO. I command thee to put down your porn and watch ThE MOLLLLEEEEE.
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8:46 pm |
-image-Twiddling my thumbs…
just waiting on word of Lizzy’s BABY for Pete’s sake…
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8:59 am |
-image-hi
that is all.
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2:43 pm |
-image-Next Stop: Top Chef
I wowed you all with my chocolate chip cookies soup, but can I just tell you how damn tasty my latest pairing is?
Picture this: Oatmeal Teddy Grahams + Nutella = Large But Happy Ass.
Oh yes, I’ve put away half a jar of Nutella and almost an entire box of the Grahams today. I need to stop. When Mr. Squirrel reaches for the Nutella tomorrow morning, what he finds (or doesn’t find) will surely alarm him. My addiction is so bad that I strongly considered NOT telling you about the Win a Case of Nutella giveaway. Sad and selfish.
Are there any treats/sweeps you’re not sharing in hopes of bringing home the prize? Fess up, people.
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8:22 pm |
-image-He doesn’t like them either.
Jojo experienced bagpipes for the first time in his young life and joins the ‘no thank you’ side of the quadrant…
What he did like and “get” for the first time at a parade? The candy-tossing. Ooooh yes, my boy is a quick study at the strewn candy scoopage. After a few non-candy throwing floats, Jojo turned to my husband and asked “where are the people who throw candy to MEEEEE?” They’re coming, Jojo… they’re coming.
He even used our new drink holder on the stroller to store his booty:
Miraculously, the Nugget slept through countless marching bands and obscenely loud firetruck horns and sirens.
Life is good.
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10:15 pm |
-image-Where’s the Remote????
If you’re not a fan of scary movies, don’t get stuck under your nursing infant on the couch away from the remote while “The Haunting” or “The Diabolical” is on the SciFi channel. I may have just shat myself.
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2:01 pm |
-image-Dreamy
Last night, in between feedings and sometime after the 11pm-1am fussfest, I had some vivid and whacked dreams.
The best one from last night involved Desmond being in the bottom three of American Idol. Naturally, being in the bottom three wasn’t what Desmond wanted.
I don’t remember the specifics, but I do remember thinking in the dream “oh, Eris will be so disappointed!”
She luvs herself some Desmond, as I recall from my horned up Lost sex camp post of yesteryear. Ah yes.
And sorry, Britt, no room on the island for you and your unrequited love for Mr. Fox. He’s MINE ALL MINE.
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8:19 pm |
-image-Party’s Over, Ladies
That’s what the cop said, as my two friends and I approached the house party late one night during our freshman orientation week. I fully blame cheap beer for my disrespectful behavior as I repeatedly (but with enviable accuracy) mimicked the officer, hand signals and all! Thankfully, I wasn’t arrested for being a complete douche.
Instead, my friends turned me around, probably clapping a palm across my loud mouth, and we disappointingly headed back to the dorm.
It’s with the same disappointment but with far less hangover that I announce the cancellation of my parents’ 40th anniversary party. Trust me, the decision makes sense, but I’m bummed none the less. We won’t be taking a quick trip to Michigan that weekend, which truthfully, is somewhat of a relief. I still want to go ahead with the scrapbook (which would, realistically, be done after the actual anniversary.) — do you think that’s still a valid idea or should I just forget it?
This may seem negative, but I’d rather collect stories now rather than wait for their 50th, when they may have fewer friends around. Sorry. But that’s life. What do you think? Help!!
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9:07 am |
-image-Worst Daughter Ever
Ok, well, I guess like Lizzie Borden could vie for this with me, but honestly, I just TODAY received confirmation from one of my mom’s best friends that YES, in less than 3 weeks, my parents will be celebrating their 40th anniversary. I guess my brother could claim Worst Son honors since he had no clue when I called him yesterday when my parents anniversary is at all…hello clueless.
So, being hundreds of miles away, strapped for cash and in a time crunch, what should I do??
Already, I contacted my mom’s best friend, who contacted the other best friend… they suggested we gather family and close friends for a surprise party. The thing is, my mom is really good at sniffing out surprise parties. My dad has thrown two for her over the years, and she knew each of them was coming, although I’m not sure she ruined it for him by telling him that.
Since I began this post this morning, I’ve since learned that my dad knows of our plan (it was suggested he be brought into the fold in case he was planning something of his own…which, apparently, his response was “why? is it a big year or something?” Yes, my father sucks at gift giving, etc.), and that in two weekends, we’re driving two babes to Michigan! Woot. ROADTRIP!
We’re going to surprise her by coming, and hopefully convince her that THAT’S like our gift… then we’ll tag along to go out to dinner that weekend, but we’ll “have to stop by” our friends’ house because the patriarch takes amazing pictures, and he’s going to offer to take a family portrait. We’ll look all covered in spit-up, and SURPRISE all their friends will be there to help celebrate and get spit up on, too!
Besides the time limitations, I have to come up with a guest list, send out invites and help plan over the phone/email with my mom’s two best friends WHILE my mom is at my house. See, she and my dad are driving here on Friday for a week…which means my other grandiose (just! thought! up! cuz! I’m! so! thoughtful!) idea will have to be done covertly. And who doesn’t cherish covert operations?
Here’s my thought: along with the invitation, ask our family/family friends to email/mail me with favorite stories of my parents as a couple and pictures, if possible. I’ll make a big ass scrapbook or something. I can do these things pretty quickly, and honestly, I think I’ll do a better job being under the proverbial gun. What do you think? Are we crazy?
I need to call my brother tonight to alert him to this plan. He’s in the midst of trying to sell his house (he really needs that Design to Sell to stage his house and RIP DOWN THAT HIDEOUS BORDER IN YOUR KITCHEN, DUDE), so he didn’t sound too thrilled about party-planning when I floated the idea by him yesterday.
Thankfully, now my parents’ friends are all on-board and excitedly calling me about menu ideas (the two friends will share the cooking and it will be at either one of their ginormous homes) and plans for the Big Surprise…not to mention the stealing of my parents’ wedding pictures to scan and blow up to poster size for maximum embarrassment. Can you say “Stacy is on board with that?” Oh yes, I sure am.
Any other (quick! seemingly planned out ahead of time!) ideas are surely welcomed… in the meantime, wish us luck!
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3:05 pm |
