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2006-08-07 - 6:04 p.m.
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this weekend through today has been ... interesting. First bit of pertinent news, my children are crawling. Really crawling. Like, they can CORNER and TORTURE Diana-cat if she doesn't go somewhere inaccesible. Actually, I think that's the ONLY pertinent news. Today, I called one of my sisters-in-law to wish her her a happy birthday. Um ... I'm a few (read: 10) days early. It's my brother-in-law (well, one of them)'s birthday. Oops!! Color me retarded (as un-PC as that is ... my use of the term "retard", that is). Yesterday, as we got home from doing laundry, I remark to my husband that, since the kids are asleep, let's take advantage of their nap ... Well, that's where he stopped listening. He was a little taken aback at my apparent kinky tastes as I drag out the toilet paper from Costco and the stool from the closet. He obviously had not heard me continue and say "and cut your hair." Which we did. the kiddos woke up before any adult activity was able to occur. Bad me. Getting his hopes up and all. Yeah, that's probably, no, DEFINATELY TMI. My apologies. We're looking at a house (manufactured home, really) ... Michael feels good about it, but I am so wishy-washy about all this huge debt-thing. But that's me. As Michael says, I think waaaaay too much. and lately my dreams have been taking a Stephen King-sian slant. Probably since I've read Everything's Eventual and Four Past Midnight in rapid succession (well, as rapid as I could with the munchkin brigade demanding attention and feedings and whatnot). ^_^ I described one dream to Michael and his response was "But you haven't read Christine!!" ... so obviously my brain is too dang smart for me. Still, as I lay pre-dozing, the last paragraphs of "The SunDog" keep running through my mind. Freaky-deaky. One of my best friends has moved to Idaho. Now she's in the lair of the Utah-Mormons. It's hilarious. She blogged about Relief Society and how they came in to ask the sisters to bring sides --- "Nothing fancy, funeral potatoes or carrots in green Jell-O is fine." *lol* Great stuff. Michael's home. Maybe we can buy a baby gate and keep Bruce from making tracks into the kitchen. He's small, but FAST.
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