Archive for May, 2009

I may have had a small glass of wine with lunch but that’s not why this is so FUNNY! (Or I LOVE JENNY THE BLOGGESS!)

Warning, do not click through unless you have a warped AND AWESOME sense of humor.

So I call my husband from the other room and I’m all “Hey! I can’t find any clown porn!” and he’s all “Okay honestly? I dare you to say something more fucked up” and I’m all “No, for real. I need it for work”. Then he’s all “Wow. You win.”

Jenny the Bloggess is now writing a sex column and it promises to be completely stellar, just like her.

She also writes an advice column and she is totally smarter than Dr. Phil which doesn’t sound like a compliment because it doesn’t sound like that could be hard but I REALLY mean it as a compliment, I HEART YOU JENNY!

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How to avoid the swine flu:

French kissing pigs should DEFINITELY be on the list of things you SHOULDN’T do!

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In which she confesses to eating chocolate donuts for breakfast

I did, and I’m only slightly ashamed.

The inspection came back really good- only a few minor things, he says for a house that is 13 years old it has been well cared for.  The appraisal is tomorrow, and things continue to march on slowly… Hoping still to close on the 22nd!

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Send chocolate

Am PMSing. Send help. Send alcohol. Send someone to give me a back massage!

I NEED CHOCOLATE.

I think PMS proves intelligent design wrong.  Just my current theory.

Our house inspection is today.  I’m hoping everything looks good so we can move forward!

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I heart Alton Brown

Do you think he’d want to be my second husband?

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F.Y.I.

There is NO SUCH THING as MORMON PANTYHOSE.

(Most popular search item that brings people to my blog, probably because of THIS post.)

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Sometimes the crazy takes over

When I picked up Emma from the evil one’s house, I was greeted by this:

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She fell and bashed her face into the ground.  (This picture taken AFTER I put ice on it for 15 minutes and washed the blood and dirt off her face) She was crying and asking for ice and J & S shrugged and said “We put ointment on it”.

So I stopped at a Jack in the Box and bought her a milkshake and they made me an icepack.  (Thank you Jack in the Box! I heart you!)

Emma has a high pain tolerance, and she was in pain all night.  I applied an ice pack several times- and then she would sleep better.  I just don’t understand why two people who are in health care won’t do basic first aid on something like this….

Accidents happen, but according to Emma it happened when she was running up the street to catch up.   And that worries me because IT’S A STREET.  I’m sorry, if you are walking in a street, or a parking lot, shouldn’t you have your child close to you?  So you can, you know, pull them out of harms way if say a car is coming? And Emma panics if you get far away from her- in a park, in a store, more than 15 feet and she starts to worry.

I just feel like I’m a MILLION times the parent he is…And I have a hard time not blaming him for being a better parent.

WHICH brings me to the next topic:

When Emma was picked up on Saturday I watched out the window to make sure she was seat belted (I always do, as this has been a point of contention in the past) and noticed that the baby was sitting on the evil ones’ girlfriend’s lap, nursing.   Jeff finishes seat belting Emma and gets in the drivers seat and does the gf get up and put the baby in a car seat? NO!  They just drive off, girlfriend not wearing a seat belt and holding the baby on her lap….

And you wonder why I might question his/her parenting? It’s not any one thing (although hello??? seatbelts? carseats? Pretty big issue there) it’s the entire picture….

Brian says it’s just another example of Darwinism.  I just feel bad for the children involved.

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When the cat’s away the mice will play

Brian’s off molesting fish- he’s been gone since Thursday.  We signed the offer on the house (ACCEPTED!) and then he left.  No celebrating for us.  (I’m guessing he did an entire bottle’s worth of gin celebrating without me though!)

Every year on the first weekend of May, Brian and his dad and all of their friends go to Duck Valley Indian Reservation and fly fish for 4 days.   Which totally means that Emma and I get to play too. Except that I’m at work and Emma’s with the EVIL ONE.  Our other CPA’s husband got a job in ND and Thursday was her last day.  We are not hiring anyone else to take her place (economy) and I am going to be even busier.  I am not a CPA.  There are things she could do that I can’t.  It’s definitely going to be a time of readjustment….

Emma and I haven’t even stayed up late watching movies- I put her to bed at 8:30 both Thursday and Friday nights and laid down to snuggle her and fell asleep too.  I guess we are well rested.

Brian left me the sweetest note on the computer:

I love you, will you marry me?  Will you buy a house with me?  Tell Emma I love her everyday, and tuck her in for me with an extra hug every night.  I love you, Brian.

Brian asks me to marry him all the time and I always say yes.  You’d think I’d get tired of the words but I don’t, it’s kind of like hearing “I love you”.  I guess that’s really what he’s saying.

Emma misses him.  She keeps asking if today is when he’s coming home.  And then I remind her Sunday and she counts off the days.  She was quite happy that tomorrow when she comes home he will be there.

I miss him too.

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