7:30 am
Isaac walks out of the bathroom. “CLEAN UP IN AISLE 4!”
Mom, “Okay, I’ll get Korky.”
Elias, “Who’s Korky?”
Isaac, “Mom’s best friend.”
Original Korky® Plunger
p/n: 93-8
Friday, February 5, 2010
Mom's Best Friend
Friday, February 05, 2010
7:30 am
Isaac walks out of the bathroom. “CLEAN UP IN AISLE 4!”
Mom, “Okay, I’ll get Korky.”
Elias, “Who’s Korky?”
Isaac, “Mom’s best friend.”
Original Korky® Plunger
p/n: 93-8
7:30 am
Isaac walks out of the bathroom. “CLEAN UP IN AISLE 4!”
Mom, “Okay, I’ll get Korky.”
Elias, “Who’s Korky?”
Isaac, “Mom’s best friend.”
Original Korky® Plunger
p/n: 93-8
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Guilty Pleasures and Guilty Omissions
My Guilty Pleasures
*People magazine
*Forensic Files (it's not a fictional television show)
*Cold Case Files (again, not a fictional show)
*Watching the relationship of John and Kate go up in a puff of smoke (only watched the show briefly until I became resentful that Kate had the ingenuity to market her family and get free tummy tucks and vacations and stuff) (followed the story of their downfall very closely in People)
*pop music
*looking at the headlines on KCRG.com and only reading the articles that involve particularly heinous or grizzly crimes/accidents
*Hoarders
*Intervention
My Guilty Omissions
*never read the paper
*have a subscription to The New Yorker and RARELY read it (only read it if I happen to hear from my daughter that David Sedaris has written an essay)
*never watch public television
*never listen to public radio
*People magazine
*Forensic Files (it's not a fictional television show)
*Cold Case Files (again, not a fictional show)
*Watching the relationship of John and Kate go up in a puff of smoke (only watched the show briefly until I became resentful that Kate had the ingenuity to market her family and get free tummy tucks and vacations and stuff) (followed the story of their downfall very closely in People)
*pop music
*looking at the headlines on KCRG.com and only reading the articles that involve particularly heinous or grizzly crimes/accidents
*Hoarders
*Intervention
My Guilty Omissions
*never read the paper
*have a subscription to The New Yorker and RARELY read it (only read it if I happen to hear from my daughter that David Sedaris has written an essay)
*never watch public television
*never listen to public radio
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
My two sisters and I are starting a crafting blog. We all dabble in various crafts and we plan to share some of our projects. If you are interested, click on the Crafty Sisterhood link over to the left.
This is the time of year when I really start to get depressed. Not just a little bit down, but really depressed. The snow is no longer pretty. In fact, it's downright dirty and makes everything else downright dirty. It is still really cold. I feel more cold now than I did in early January. I need to start getting on the treadmill just to get my blood pumping and work off some of my anxiety. But, I need to be in the mood to exercise and I'm not. I haven't been in the mood for about four years.
Today some of my co-workers were talking about their Wii Fits and the fact that they can't get good cardio workouts with the Wii. They only use their Wii's to tide them over until they can get to the gym. I just walked out of the room. This is the type of talk that only fuels my depressed mood. I don't think I will ever be the type of person who discusses her cardio workouts. Wait, I won't ever be the type of person to HAVE a cardio workout. I wish I was, believe me.
On that happy note, I am off to bed. I am hoping to wake up tomorrow with a better attitude. For those of you that are interested, I may even shower.
This is the time of year when I really start to get depressed. Not just a little bit down, but really depressed. The snow is no longer pretty. In fact, it's downright dirty and makes everything else downright dirty. It is still really cold. I feel more cold now than I did in early January. I need to start getting on the treadmill just to get my blood pumping and work off some of my anxiety. But, I need to be in the mood to exercise and I'm not. I haven't been in the mood for about four years.
Today some of my co-workers were talking about their Wii Fits and the fact that they can't get good cardio workouts with the Wii. They only use their Wii's to tide them over until they can get to the gym. I just walked out of the room. This is the type of talk that only fuels my depressed mood. I don't think I will ever be the type of person who discusses her cardio workouts. Wait, I won't ever be the type of person to HAVE a cardio workout. I wish I was, believe me.
On that happy note, I am off to bed. I am hoping to wake up tomorrow with a better attitude. For those of you that are interested, I may even shower.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Two Random Comments
First, my 13-year-old daughter had the baby-think-it-over last night. Her comment was, "I LOVE BEING A MOTHER!" hmmm.......
Second, I have a free Apple itunes download link over to the left. Apparently, Apple releases a few free downloads every week. I haven't tried it yet, but I thought it sounded pretty cool. The link looks really cheesy, though. Don't let that scare you.
Second, I have a free Apple itunes download link over to the left. Apparently, Apple releases a few free downloads every week. I haven't tried it yet, but I thought it sounded pretty cool. The link looks really cheesy, though. Don't let that scare you.
Monday, February 1, 2010
No Need for Romance
All of the Valentine talk has gotten me thinking about my husband and how he is completely devoid of romance or romantic ideas. I have a little story to illustrate my point. Those of you that know me well have heard this story, so please forgive the repetition.
When my husband and I were dating, I asked him about some of the girls he had dated in the past. He mentioned that he had thought about asking out one of the girls he worked with. Naturally, I wanted to know more about her, especially because he had decided against it. The conversation went like this.
"I decided not to ask her out," said Ed.
"Why not?," asked Lisa.
"Oh, she was into being thin and tan and pretty. But I like you," said Ed, with a pat on my
leg.
I should have recognized right then and there that our relationship would not be full of roses and quiet dinners at dimly lit restaurants. In fact, in our entire 14 years of marriage, I have received one anniversary card and he didn't even sign it. He was probably thinking he could return it the next day and get his money back.
I used to get very bent out of shape when he didn't buy me a birthday or Christmas gift. It took me a few years, but then I realized I have something so much better than any quickly forgotten card or gift. I have a man that likes me best when I'm schlepping around the house in my old sweats, not having showered for a couple of days. He likes extra jiggly skin here and there. And, he does just as much bitch-work around the house as I do. That man is not afraid of housework. All of this probably adds up to some kind of weird fetish, but who cares?!!
So, when people ask me what my husband got me for Christmas or Valentine's Day, I never know what to say. Perhaps this year I should say he gave me the freedom to be fat, white and ugly.
When my husband and I were dating, I asked him about some of the girls he had dated in the past. He mentioned that he had thought about asking out one of the girls he worked with. Naturally, I wanted to know more about her, especially because he had decided against it. The conversation went like this.
"I decided not to ask her out," said Ed.
"Why not?," asked Lisa.
"Oh, she was into being thin and tan and pretty. But I like you," said Ed, with a pat on my
leg.
I should have recognized right then and there that our relationship would not be full of roses and quiet dinners at dimly lit restaurants. In fact, in our entire 14 years of marriage, I have received one anniversary card and he didn't even sign it. He was probably thinking he could return it the next day and get his money back.
I used to get very bent out of shape when he didn't buy me a birthday or Christmas gift. It took me a few years, but then I realized I have something so much better than any quickly forgotten card or gift. I have a man that likes me best when I'm schlepping around the house in my old sweats, not having showered for a couple of days. He likes extra jiggly skin here and there. And, he does just as much bitch-work around the house as I do. That man is not afraid of housework. All of this probably adds up to some kind of weird fetish, but who cares?!!
So, when people ask me what my husband got me for Christmas or Valentine's Day, I never know what to say. Perhaps this year I should say he gave me the freedom to be fat, white and ugly.
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