Every freaking’ night Every once in awhile, The Girl will wake up and come crawling into our bed at night. Last night was no exception. At about 2:30, we heard her door open and her bare feet padding down the hall. Our bedroom door was hurled open, bouncing of the springy door stop…..SPROING! The Girl […]
Entries from August 2007
Thank Goodness it’s Not Wednesday
August 31st, 2007 · 10 Comments
Tags: Linky Love · The Girl · Me · The Husband · freak parade
The One With the Hobos, the Boat, and the Pot
August 29th, 2007 · 4 Comments
So I made it through the weekend. About time, huh, since it’s, like, Wednesday already. We went on Sunday to do the sprinkling ash dispersement. I got my sorry behind on the boat and didn’t even puke. Not even once. Oh yeah, did I mention I’m not so much a liker of anything boat or […]
Tags: things that suck big 'ol piles of crap · Me · freak parade
After Every Meal….
August 25th, 2007 · 17 Comments
Forgive me for this Internets….
So my cat has this problem I have mentioned before. Gross, right? Yes, very. Well today, he outdid himself. Today, I found this.
Do you see it? Now what the heck is that green string doing…there…..?
Wait, is it hanging out of his butt? Why, yes it is. And why does it […]
Tags: Gah. · things that suck big 'ol piles of crap · The Cats · freak parade
Come, Peer Into My Anxieties
August 23rd, 2007 · 7 Comments
All that has been happening lately has forced me to look a subject that I don’t particularly care for straight in the face. And when I say “don’t particularly care for” I, of course, mean it scares the heck out of me. Freaks me the hell out. Yes, death is one of those things that […]
Tags: things that suck big 'ol piles of crap · Me · Stuff from the old blog
Driblets
August 22nd, 2007 · 7 Comments
My kids have joined forces in chipping away at any glimmer of hope I may have that my new exercise and healthy eating program is having any effect. Aside from what The Boy said the other day, The Girl has added her own little knife jab in my (apparently, still flabby) side. While rummaging […]
Tags: I write Crap
For Every Action There is an Equal and Opposite Reaction
August 19th, 2007 · 10 Comments
Last week The Boy did this. Today he walked up behind me, poked at my upper arm, and declared in a tone that oddly conveyed both awe and nonchalance, “Your arm is fat.” Remind me why we teach kids to talk again.
Tags: Gee thanks · I write Crap · The Boy · Me · freak parade
This Blog Entry Sponsored By Necco Wafers
August 14th, 2007 · 11 Comments
So after three long days, I am back on a plane to California. This return trip is going to take a bit longer than the trip out. I have a 2 and a half hour lay over in Phoenix. My flight from PA was 30 minutes behind schedule. Here is a fun fact for you…did […]
Tags: I write Crap · Me · freak parade
Moving On and Fading Away
August 11th, 2007 · 4 Comments
The saying says “everything old is new again”, but what happens if you actually like it just fine the way it is… you know, old? Right now I am on the plane to Pennsylvania to attend the funeral service for my aunt. I have no desire to be making this trip. At all. I was […]
Tags: things that suck big 'ol piles of crap · Me
So Like…Um…Yeah…
August 10th, 2007 · 3 Comments
Well, I have officially declared this The Summer of The Suck. In a few hours, I will be boarding a plane bound for Western Pennsylvania. Vacation, you ask? Oh, no. My aunt passed away unexpectedly yesterday, and her funeral is tomorrow morning. So…yeah. Now I know these things usually happen in threes (I worked at […]
Tags: things that suck big 'ol piles of crap · I write Crap · Me · blogging
Sleep Deprivation and Server Errors
August 4th, 2007 · 8 Comments
I have been working on moving my blog to my own domain for about three days now. Since my knowledge about such things is…oh, well…zero….it has been a challenge. I think I have it down to trying to figure out how to change the header of the theme I have chosen to my own custom […]
Tags: things that suck big 'ol piles of crap · I write Crap · The Boy · freak parade · blogging












