This is definitely a bad time of year to start a new blog.
Reason #1: End of/Beginning of Month: My busiest time at work.
Reason #2: Sports. Sports. And even more sports. Baseball and lacrosse are very time consuming. And no, I don't play any sports except the sport of reading. My boys play. All of them. All 4 of them.
Reason #3: The weather. It is getting nicer out - finally! - and I would rather spend a bit of time outside than in on the computer. Or maybe not. But I do HAVE to spend more time outside tending to things. Things like the children. And eventually I will have to tend to the yard. The yard that currently looks like we live in an abandoned building. I hate yard work and gardening. Someone save me!
Reason #4: Since I'm going to try to keep this blog anonymous, I can't blog at night while the family is around. It will be interesting to see if I can pull it off.
There it is. A total cliche of the Springtime blog of someone with offspring.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Just Another Cliche
I suddenly realized at the age of 36 that my life is just a collection of cliches. Sad, but true. Prepare to hear what you've heard all before.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Still Snowing
Seriously.
The good news is, after not having a washing machine for a week. Yes, you read that correctly - a whole WEEK. I'm on the last load of laundry. And with my new front-loading wonder it has only taken seven loads since yesterday to get caught up. And that includes all the towels!
The good news is, after not having a washing machine for a week. Yes, you read that correctly - a whole WEEK. I'm on the last load of laundry. And with my new front-loading wonder it has only taken seven loads since yesterday to get caught up. And that includes all the towels!
SNOW. DAY.
I got up at 5 freakin' 30 this morning. FIVE-THIRTY. This is not a normal occurrence. Usually I get up at 6:40. See the difference here? 5:30. 6:40. 70 whole minutes of sleep is the difference.
Anyway, every other Monday I must get up at the crack ass of dawn so I can get to work and get some stuff done before a meeting I have later in the morning. So today, the first day after April vacation, I get up. I drag the children from bed, manage to have almost everyone ready to walk out the door for just past seven and the phone rings...
A neighbor has seen one of my children waiting for the bus. In the snow. (Have I mentioned it's APRIL SIXTEENTH????) And school was canceled. Was it canceled when I watched the news while making coffee? No. Was it canceled while I made lunches? No. Was it canceled while I dragged children from bed? No.
It was canceled while I was in the shower and everyone was getting ready.
See the evidence:
Anyway, every other Monday I must get up at the crack ass of dawn so I can get to work and get some stuff done before a meeting I have later in the morning. So today, the first day after April vacation, I get up. I drag the children from bed, manage to have almost everyone ready to walk out the door for just past seven and the phone rings...
A neighbor has seen one of my children waiting for the bus. In the snow. (Have I mentioned it's APRIL SIXTEENTH????) And school was canceled. Was it canceled when I watched the news while making coffee? No. Was it canceled while I made lunches? No. Was it canceled while I dragged children from bed? No.
It was canceled while I was in the shower and everyone was getting ready.
See the evidence:
Monday, March 26, 2007
To My Future Therapist & the Internets in General
I'm a crier.
When I'm extremely emotional I cry. I do not cry to manipulate people. I do not cry to garner sympathy. I cry because I can't help it.
In fact, I so often wish as tears start streaming down my face that they would just fucking stop because really, it's annoying. And embarrassing. And when I'm really pissed off? I DO. NOT. WANT. TO. CRY. in front of the person who pissed me off. And when I'm trying to be brave. I do not want people to see me cry.
The flip side of this is I can't cry on demand. If I get pulled over for speeding, CAN. NOT. CRY. I can't do it just to get my own way. Doesn't work. And honestly? I'm really not a manipulator. It's just not who I am.
Now you all know my secret. So, please ignore all the crying.
When I'm extremely emotional I cry. I do not cry to manipulate people. I do not cry to garner sympathy. I cry because I can't help it.
In fact, I so often wish as tears start streaming down my face that they would just fucking stop because really, it's annoying. And embarrassing. And when I'm really pissed off? I DO. NOT. WANT. TO. CRY. in front of the person who pissed me off. And when I'm trying to be brave. I do not want people to see me cry.
The flip side of this is I can't cry on demand. If I get pulled over for speeding, CAN. NOT. CRY. I can't do it just to get my own way. Doesn't work. And honestly? I'm really not a manipulator. It's just not who I am.
Now you all know my secret. So, please ignore all the crying.
Friday, March 23, 2007
New Label
You may have noticed my new label: Fuckory
I'm guessing at the spelling here. Fuckory? Fuckery? Who knows? I'm going with the former.
I must thank Amy Winehouse for the word though. I just discovered it yesterday. The day before? God, was that only yesterday? Time is moving so incredibly slow around here. You'd think I'd be getting more done.
Anyway, I love, love, love the word as it describes my life so perfectly at the moment. So thank you Amy Winehouse. I love my new word. Even if I don't love what it describes.
I'm guessing at the spelling here. Fuckory? Fuckery? Who knows? I'm going with the former.
I must thank Amy Winehouse for the word though. I just discovered it yesterday. The day before? God, was that only yesterday? Time is moving so incredibly slow around here. You'd think I'd be getting more done.
Anyway, I love, love, love the word as it describes my life so perfectly at the moment. So thank you Amy Winehouse. I love my new word. Even if I don't love what it describes.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Hott!
Have you ever noticed how hott roofers are? And I do mean hott with 2 t's. Seriously. I've always gone for the smart guys. The funny, smart guys. But suddenly I'm realizing how insanely attractive a man who physically labors is. Men who can fix my leaking roof. Hott!
God! How did I not realize this before?
Obviously I'm an idiot.
In other news, DST is kicking my ass. And now with the weather acting all manic depressive I seem to be fighting yet another sinus thing. I do not like the fighting of sinus things. On the one hand, the children had the day off of school last week, Tuesday to be exact, because of the extreme, bitter -25 with windchill cold. Yesterday, also a Tuesday, it was 60 degrees. This turn of events makes me very happy even while causing my sinuses to plot my death. Unfortunately, as I mentioned the Mother Nature is feeling very unstable and while she is currently feeling manic in a mere 2 days time she is expected to plunge back into her depression.
I'm hoping the roofers manage to finish the job before the depressed mother returns as I like the stripping of clothing that the sudden heat wave has inspired. That and I have great hopes that none of them plunge to their deaths when the cold, ice and winds return. Also, a finished roof would make me greatly happy. Look! A roof that doesn't leak! Is it even possible?
God! How did I not realize this before?
Obviously I'm an idiot.
In other news, DST is kicking my ass. And now with the weather acting all manic depressive I seem to be fighting yet another sinus thing. I do not like the fighting of sinus things. On the one hand, the children had the day off of school last week, Tuesday to be exact, because of the extreme, bitter -25 with windchill cold. Yesterday, also a Tuesday, it was 60 degrees. This turn of events makes me very happy even while causing my sinuses to plot my death. Unfortunately, as I mentioned the Mother Nature is feeling very unstable and while she is currently feeling manic in a mere 2 days time she is expected to plunge back into her depression.
I'm hoping the roofers manage to finish the job before the depressed mother returns as I like the stripping of clothing that the sudden heat wave has inspired. That and I have great hopes that none of them plunge to their deaths when the cold, ice and winds return. Also, a finished roof would make me greatly happy. Look! A roof that doesn't leak! Is it even possible?
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