I can't think of anything to write.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
So Long, Farewell
Halloween is over for another year and I am still counting my blessings. If you are new to this blog, take note - I am an All Hallows' Eve hater.
There are so many things I don't like about it - the widespread usage of clown make-up, the running rampant clowns (they pop up everywhere and each time I see one my hysteria only grows), the creepy-zombie-vampire-bloody-gory-body-parts-hanging-off-trees-and-in-store-displays; and the complete availability of mountains of mini-chocolates and candies.
It snowed on Saturday night and was still cold with lots of the white stuff covering lawns on Sunday night and bless her little heart, Danielle was satisfied with 40 minutes' worth of trick-or-treating. The baby was wrapped up snugly, and Derek was nice enough (and grumbled only a little) to escort his little sister to front doors where the child-who-NEVER-shuts-up became mute. Albeit a very sweet, sparkly mute princess. He even scored a bag of candy at one place because they thought it was so cute that a big brother was helping that way.
Meanwhile Jeff and I were freezing our asses off curbside - my eyes glued to the stroller in front of me while he scanned the streets for clowns. And a testament to how much he loves me is that he will warn me to keep looking the other way if he sees one. I'm pretty sure he'd also beat the shit out of one if it came over to me. (Another reason why I'm happy I married him...)
There's lots more to tell, but never enough time for me to get online to write it down. But I'm trying.
I hope you are well!
There are so many things I don't like about it - the widespread usage of clown make-up, the running rampant clowns (they pop up everywhere and each time I see one my hysteria only grows), the creepy-zombie-vampire-bloody-gory-body-parts-hanging-off-trees-and-in-store-displays; and the complete availability of mountains of mini-chocolates and candies.
It snowed on Saturday night and was still cold with lots of the white stuff covering lawns on Sunday night and bless her little heart, Danielle was satisfied with 40 minutes' worth of trick-or-treating. The baby was wrapped up snugly, and Derek was nice enough (and grumbled only a little) to escort his little sister to front doors where the child-who-NEVER-shuts-up became mute. Albeit a very sweet, sparkly mute princess. He even scored a bag of candy at one place because they thought it was so cute that a big brother was helping that way.
Meanwhile Jeff and I were freezing our asses off curbside - my eyes glued to the stroller in front of me while he scanned the streets for clowns. And a testament to how much he loves me is that he will warn me to keep looking the other way if he sees one. I'm pretty sure he'd also beat the shit out of one if it came over to me. (Another reason why I'm happy I married him...)
There's lots more to tell, but never enough time for me to get online to write it down. But I'm trying.
I hope you are well!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Lousy At This Old School Bloggin' Thing
The entire month of August passed without an update from me. Did you miss me? I missed you, too, in between long sips of Pink Bikini-tini and enjoying the sunshine at the lake.
Maybe instead of going back to the days of trying to write something every few days, I should just post monthly updates instead. Of course, that would mean I'd have to ACTUALLY POST MONTHLY UPDATES. What a concept.
The end of August was a high time (the two older kids went back to school and not a moment too soon. There is a reason summer vacation is 10 weeks long because as much as we love the little buggers that's also about how long it takes for us to drive each other crazy before bloodshed or severe alcoholism kicks in.) They were thrilled to be back and once the school-bus drama (another post...maybe next month?) got sorted out, everything was coming up roses!
The low time came at the end of the month when we put our beloved-pain-in-the-ass, Marla, down. We have known since last summer the day was coming and our poor 14 year old pooch was suffering with hip dysplasia, deafness and a whole host of other problems.
Jeff and I brought her to the vet's together and I thought I was going to vomit from crying so hard. We got to spend a fair bit of time with her while the sedative was taking effect and we told her over and over how much we loved her, what a good dog she was and also saying thank you. Thank you for being so awesome, thank you for loving us even when we were total shitheads to you, thank you for giving me that extra sense of security that someone else was there to protect me and my babies if need be. In seconds, she was gone.
And I know she's not in pain and for that I'm glad, but I'm left wondering when I'm going to stop hearing her nails clicking on the floors? When will I stop walking around "her"? As in the spots in the kitchen where she was always laying down waiting for a piece of food to fall or the rug in the living room and just this morning I did a step-back/step-over because I thought (like always) she was laying on the floor right behind my feet. When will we all stop filling up her dish with water because it's there next to the water cooler?
And as of Monday this week, I'm back to work.
*sigh*
My life of leisure is officially over.
Maybe instead of going back to the days of trying to write something every few days, I should just post monthly updates instead. Of course, that would mean I'd have to ACTUALLY POST MONTHLY UPDATES. What a concept.
The end of August was a high time (the two older kids went back to school and not a moment too soon. There is a reason summer vacation is 10 weeks long because as much as we love the little buggers that's also about how long it takes for us to drive each other crazy before bloodshed or severe alcoholism kicks in.) They were thrilled to be back and once the school-bus drama (another post...maybe next month?) got sorted out, everything was coming up roses!
The low time came at the end of the month when we put our beloved-pain-in-the-ass, Marla, down. We have known since last summer the day was coming and our poor 14 year old pooch was suffering with hip dysplasia, deafness and a whole host of other problems.
Jeff and I brought her to the vet's together and I thought I was going to vomit from crying so hard. We got to spend a fair bit of time with her while the sedative was taking effect and we told her over and over how much we loved her, what a good dog she was and also saying thank you. Thank you for being so awesome, thank you for loving us even when we were total shitheads to you, thank you for giving me that extra sense of security that someone else was there to protect me and my babies if need be. In seconds, she was gone.
And I know she's not in pain and for that I'm glad, but I'm left wondering when I'm going to stop hearing her nails clicking on the floors? When will I stop walking around "her"? As in the spots in the kitchen where she was always laying down waiting for a piece of food to fall or the rug in the living room and just this morning I did a step-back/step-over because I thought (like always) she was laying on the floor right behind my feet. When will we all stop filling up her dish with water because it's there next to the water cooler?
And as of Monday this week, I'm back to work.
*sigh*
My life of leisure is officially over.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
The Hats
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Another Wedding Pic...
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