The latest batch of travels was not glamorous, but still necessary. Destinations in this round included Delaware, Southern Pennsylvania, and upstate New York.
I was pretty worn down by the end of it, and driving was not ameliorated by the pounding, waterfalls that met my windshield for several consecutive hours.
So after an ice cream break (read: sugar injection), I told my 4-year-old that I didn’t feel like driving any more and nonchalantly asked her if she minded taking over. She stopped dead in her tracks and seriously pondered the offer. However, she reminded me, “Mom, I don’t have a driver’s license.”
“Oh, right”, I said.
Noel responded, “Maybe we could get me one soon…”
Sure, I’ll get right on that….. ;)
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Friday, June 09, 2006
The current 'medium' is the old 'biggie'
Today's been a bit of a mixed bag.
My lovely lady entangled putty in her hair and encrusted it on her pajamas, as well. The nightgown is in the trash along with a chunk of her hair. Unfortunately, the blanket and couch cushion with sticky hot pink goop aren’t quite as easily dealt with….
The bridge that never goes up for tall passing boats actually went up today, stopping traffic for a countless amount of time (lost track).
Wendy's changed how they identify their food. SO when I went to order my burger meal, I was asked a new question: medium size? Er...yeah, that sounds about right. Well, it turns out the current "medium" is the old "biggie". My sizes were all screwed up and I got an absurd amount of food. Then I found that they had given me a diet coke (a.) I don't imbibe or eat ANYTHING diet, and b.) I'd rather use coke to take the paint off my Landlady's BMW than put it in my stomach.) SO, right, I returned the drink and gently mentioned that I had been confused about the sizes due to the name change, so please give me a smaller cup, while you're getting me a new drink. The super nice Spanish/Mexican(?) lady brought out an ice cream for Noel minutes later. That made me beam. Well. Until I pondered the last time I had that happen. I went into a store and left with a ridiculous amount of complementary gifts after making a small donation to poor mothers (it was just about Mother's Day). I felt super happy that day, until I learned that the culmination of the previous 8 months, including flying myself out to meet people, landed me a job offer earning about half my current salary in an unscrupulous pharma-related company. Happy was efficiently usurped by forlorn. So I braced for more bad and moved on….
Currently, the estate agent trying to rent my apartment can’t leave me be, neither can the Landlady. Neither has a f*cking clue, and they both have made such a rigmarole out of procuring door keys, due to several blunders drawn out over the past 5 days. They keep trying to evoke sympathy out of me by discussing how many children she has (5), as well as how many houses she owns. Great….so she’s rich and propagating all of her stupid genes? Keep talking that’s helping a lot. Estate Agent: “You would die if you saw where she [the Landlady] lives.” Get the f@ck out of my house. Please.
My lovely lady entangled putty in her hair and encrusted it on her pajamas, as well. The nightgown is in the trash along with a chunk of her hair. Unfortunately, the blanket and couch cushion with sticky hot pink goop aren’t quite as easily dealt with….
The bridge that never goes up for tall passing boats actually went up today, stopping traffic for a countless amount of time (lost track).
Wendy's changed how they identify their food. SO when I went to order my burger meal, I was asked a new question: medium size? Er...yeah, that sounds about right. Well, it turns out the current "medium" is the old "biggie". My sizes were all screwed up and I got an absurd amount of food. Then I found that they had given me a diet coke (a.) I don't imbibe or eat ANYTHING diet, and b.) I'd rather use coke to take the paint off my Landlady's BMW than put it in my stomach.) SO, right, I returned the drink and gently mentioned that I had been confused about the sizes due to the name change, so please give me a smaller cup, while you're getting me a new drink. The super nice Spanish/Mexican(?) lady brought out an ice cream for Noel minutes later. That made me beam. Well. Until I pondered the last time I had that happen. I went into a store and left with a ridiculous amount of complementary gifts after making a small donation to poor mothers (it was just about Mother's Day). I felt super happy that day, until I learned that the culmination of the previous 8 months, including flying myself out to meet people, landed me a job offer earning about half my current salary in an unscrupulous pharma-related company. Happy was efficiently usurped by forlorn. So I braced for more bad and moved on….
Currently, the estate agent trying to rent my apartment can’t leave me be, neither can the Landlady. Neither has a f*cking clue, and they both have made such a rigmarole out of procuring door keys, due to several blunders drawn out over the past 5 days. They keep trying to evoke sympathy out of me by discussing how many children she has (5), as well as how many houses she owns. Great….so she’s rich and propagating all of her stupid genes? Keep talking that’s helping a lot. Estate Agent: “You would die if you saw where she [the Landlady] lives.” Get the f@ck out of my house. Please.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Girlfriends
The sit-n-spin. A classic. Even better when you can pile on with your gilrfirend, too! (I want an adult size sit-n-spin....the mind boggles at the fun that could be had with that!!)
Friday, June 02, 2006
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Crumbs
Well, this blog has certainly been living up to its name. If you've been depending on this for reading, you might as well be licking rocks for sustenance. Sorry 'bout that, guys. ;)
Realistic expectations are important in life. But could you blame me for thinking that a STATE PARK might have:
-Access to nature without spending more than the gas it took to get there—certainly not a hefty additional $9. Oh, when forests were free....
-The ability to explore aforementioned nature without getting knocked down by rabid boys on scooters (More specifically, Noe bloodied her elbow, not 3 minutes out of the car. In a fucking large prairie-like field, do you think it’s possible to steer around a little 4-year-old girl? Not enough SPACE, you say? *fierce Mom-growl*)
-A reasonable amount of geese poop-free grass. (I shudder to think about the bottom of our shoes...)
-Hiking without f*cking pavement (What happened to that 3 mile hike, Ms. Entrance Fee Snatcher? Contrary to your ascertains, Ms. Park Ranger claims there is NO 3 mile hiking path. Bitch.)
-Bird chirping without the bass-pumping background of "Gasolina"
While I'm here, I'd like to note that the fun of being on a completely suck-ass, chain-smoking, half-drunken co-ed softball team, is that you are practically the hero when you score that one, critical, pride-saving hit (Note: the score was 15-1 last night, after 5 innings....the game was cut short since they were winning by so much.) :D
And lastly, it was a year ago that I met my first English blogger in person. I think I can safely say that it has been life-changing, and an amazing ride ever since. I wanna be in his arms again....now if blogger could just be updated with teletransporting capabilities, I'd be all set....
Realistic expectations are important in life. But could you blame me for thinking that a STATE PARK might have:
-Access to nature without spending more than the gas it took to get there—certainly not a hefty additional $9. Oh, when forests were free....
-The ability to explore aforementioned nature without getting knocked down by rabid boys on scooters (More specifically, Noe bloodied her elbow, not 3 minutes out of the car. In a fucking large prairie-like field, do you think it’s possible to steer around a little 4-year-old girl? Not enough SPACE, you say? *fierce Mom-growl*)
-A reasonable amount of geese poop-free grass. (I shudder to think about the bottom of our shoes...)
-Hiking without f*cking pavement (What happened to that 3 mile hike, Ms. Entrance Fee Snatcher? Contrary to your ascertains, Ms. Park Ranger claims there is NO 3 mile hiking path. Bitch.)
-Bird chirping without the bass-pumping background of "Gasolina"
While I'm here, I'd like to note that the fun of being on a completely suck-ass, chain-smoking, half-drunken co-ed softball team, is that you are practically the hero when you score that one, critical, pride-saving hit (Note: the score was 15-1 last night, after 5 innings....the game was cut short since they were winning by so much.) :D
And lastly, it was a year ago that I met my first English blogger in person. I think I can safely say that it has been life-changing, and an amazing ride ever since. I wanna be in his arms again....now if blogger could just be updated with teletransporting capabilities, I'd be all set....
Sunday, May 28, 2006
HUGE shoutout....
.....to the lovely blogger Rebekah (listed as "ultracool" over there on the side *wags head in that directon and winks*)
The lady just got hitched despite duress from other parts of her life.
She is an amazing lady; Erik is a lucky fellow.
Cheers to a long and happy one! *raises glass*
The lady just got hitched despite duress from other parts of her life.
She is an amazing lady; Erik is a lucky fellow.
Cheers to a long and happy one! *raises glass*
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
4-year-old-wisdom:Pets
about the fish....
"Devon takes a bath ALL day!"
about one of the animals we visited this weekend....
"Dogs LIKE to go up your dress!"
"Devon takes a bath ALL day!"
about one of the animals we visited this weekend....
"Dogs LIKE to go up your dress!"
Friday, April 14, 2006
Lexicon Laughs
My favorite new term: "recreational genomics". Apparently, new science companies have emerged—like DNAPrint—which will sequence your DNA to determine your ethnic ancestry for a "small" fee. The angle: the results could allow you to check minority boxes on financial aid forms for college, for example.
Of course, there are excellent reasons for undergoing genetic testing, as well...
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Last night, Noel had me rolling with laughter.
She told me, "I'm SICK!!! There's a thorn in my tummy! Call the fire department!!"
Raucous laughter was probably NOT the proper "good" Mommy response, but I couldn't help myself. I dialed my brother the doctor, once my snorting subsided...
Of course, there are excellent reasons for undergoing genetic testing, as well...
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Last night, Noel had me rolling with laughter.
She told me, "I'm SICK!!! There's a thorn in my tummy! Call the fire department!!"
Raucous laughter was probably NOT the proper "good" Mommy response, but I couldn't help myself. I dialed my brother the doctor, once my snorting subsided...
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Where I sit
There's gotta be some truth to this, 'cause I ended up in the same quarter as Gandhi and in the blue zone....
You are a Social Liberal (63% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (10% permissive) You are best described as a:
Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test |
Monday, April 03, 2006
Diggin' in Deep
Noel looked at her handiwork (a.k.a. poop) tonight and proclaimed, ‘Awww. It’s cute!”
Prodding me to reply: “Do ya wanna keep it?” (facetiously of course).
Disappointingly, she said, ‘Yes.”
I had to dig myself out of that hole quickly and thus replied, “Well poops are yucky and squishy.”
She countered with, “Silly putty is squishy.”
I closed my argument with, “Yes, but silly putty isn’t stinky.”
See what I get myself into?
;)
Prodding me to reply: “Do ya wanna keep it?” (facetiously of course).
Disappointingly, she said, ‘Yes.”
I had to dig myself out of that hole quickly and thus replied, “Well poops are yucky and squishy.”
She countered with, “Silly putty is squishy.”
I closed my argument with, “Yes, but silly putty isn’t stinky.”
See what I get myself into?
;)
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Rock me, Baby
Gently.
Gently, I said, you b@stards!
Damn, I was pounded last night. I'm still taking stock of the bruises.
That's what I get for desiring pictures of Rob Zombie and getting
close enough to take a decent one (that man is FIT, I tell you!). At
least you get the fruits of my labors without the suffocating smells,
sweat, and constant pressing and pushing....(was that an inappropriate
grope/pelvic thrust that I just felt, or just another person landing
on my backside?) There was so much of it all, I almost became
desensitized to it (well, except for the occasional odors that drifted
up from the bog.)
And there was....rum and coke without the coke; looking after the
little girls; little-girl moshing advice: "Just push back...er...that
one was my boyfriend."; the hippy fight erupting 2 feet away (do
hippies punch like that?); show-her-tits girl; help from random men;
smashed glasses on the floor; a drink down my pants; booby picture
shows; guitarist from Motley Crue; House of 1000 Corpses clown;
guitarist suggestively-squirted-water on my face; and GOOD music...old
school White ZOmbie and Rob ZOmbie: More Human Than Human, Living Dead
Girl, Never Gonna Stop, Spookshow Baby; then new stuff (from Educated
Horses): Foxy Foxy, Lord's of Salem.
Gently, I said, you b@stards!
Damn, I was pounded last night. I'm still taking stock of the bruises.
That's what I get for desiring pictures of Rob Zombie and getting
close enough to take a decent one (that man is FIT, I tell you!). At
least you get the fruits of my labors without the suffocating smells,
sweat, and constant pressing and pushing....(was that an inappropriate
grope/pelvic thrust that I just felt, or just another person landing
on my backside?) There was so much of it all, I almost became
desensitized to it (well, except for the occasional odors that drifted
up from the bog.)
And there was....rum and coke without the coke; looking after the
little girls; little-girl moshing advice: "Just push back...er...that
one was my boyfriend."; the hippy fight erupting 2 feet away (do
hippies punch like that?); show-her-tits girl; help from random men;
smashed glasses on the floor; a drink down my pants; booby picture
shows; guitarist from Motley Crue; House of 1000 Corpses clown;
guitarist suggestively-squirted-water on my face; and GOOD music...old
school White ZOmbie and Rob ZOmbie: More Human Than Human, Living Dead
Girl, Never Gonna Stop, Spookshow Baby; then new stuff (from Educated
Horses): Foxy Foxy, Lord's of Salem.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
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