Archive for January, 2008

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Dude, get outta my head, lolcat

January 31, 2008

funny pictures
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Something ELSE to look forward to!

January 31, 2008

You know, ’cause tax refunds, Valentine’s Day, Anniversary, Overnight Dates, etc., aren’t enough …

After looking at wireless routers as though they were Johnny Depp porn dipped in Chocolate and served with a side of Bobby Cake and drizzled with Bombay Sapphire, I decided it was time to take the plunge.  Hey, I have 2 gadgets already that need really would benefit from wireless (my iTouch and the Wii,) and I have a zillion friends with laptops that the bring with them and i eventually will end up with a Mac Book (and yes, I’ve been lusting after the Air, too, but without a disc drive, I’m not sure it’s worth it — yea, there’s external drives, but now I’m off topic…) it just seems like it’s time.

So after researching (’cause I’m a geek like that,) I actually discovered that it makes more sense to just get the router from my ISP instead of purchasing one individually from a store.  It’s coming Monday!!!

I’m going to be completely worthless for awhile.

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January 30, 2008

It was only a matter of time

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This is an intervention. We need your help.

January 29, 2008

This is what Duck came to my office to tell me.  The boys were putting away laundry and couldn’t tell who owned the grey sweatpants.

“It’s a serious problem, Mom. This is an intervention, we need your help”

And upstairs we go and I determine that they are, in fact, Stealth’s sweat pants.  As I leave the room, I hear Duck:

“See Stealth, I told you.”

and Stealth says, “Yeah, okay, but DON’T YOU GO TRYING TO TRICK ME WITH THIS CLOTHES BUSINESS, BUSTER!”

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Long time no blog

January 29, 2008

Life happens, you know?

I’ve been working a lot on body acceptance lately and honoring my body and it’s inherent wisdom.  I’ve been learning to love soft, to love my curves, to love me as I am.  And frankly, I’m pretty damned amazing.  😀

I had a house guest over the weekend.   Jason came to visit for a couple of days and we had great time!  Pizza, beer, tattoos, movies, music, Wii, talking, hanging, living, learning, laughing.  It was lovely and wonderful and it should happen much more often.  I learned something about myself during his visit, though, that has been kind of hard to swallow: I like being settled.  I used to think that being settled = being dead.  Now I kind of think that being unsettled = too much work.  I like my family. I like my husband.  I like my bed.  I like sleeping.  Don’t get me wrong – I like to go out and have fun just as I always have – I just like to do it as a 31 year old instead of a 21 year old.  I’m good with it.  This has nothing at all to do with my guest – I just realized that there was a day when we’d have stayed out until 4 am painting the town purple.  I’m sure he would have liked to do that this weekend – I just couldn’t.  I’m old, whatever.

I got this 70s music set from the library and I honestly don’t know how I lived without it.  I listen to it all the damned time, it’s clearly most played on my iTouch, I lurve it so much.  It reminds me of college.  I used to live in the same floor of my college dorm  as my high school buddy, CTodd (and with Jason, too – that’s how we met.)   M-F, I would go to CTodd’s room at 4:00 to smoke, drink, and watch 90210.  I know I know.  I cannot believe it either, but we would watch and make snarky comments and it was the best part of my day (I said DAY, not night — that’s another post.)  ANYWAY, for a full year, the same commercial would come on at 4:37 – a commercial for The Sounds of the 70’s. To this day, I can sing the entire commercial from beginning to end and this set that I got from the library has all those songs on it PLUS MORE!!  Seriously, I cannot believe how wonderful it is.  And get this – while Jason here, he left me copies of 6 80s music cds.  I swear to maude, I’m in retro music ecstasy!

I had a terrible experience yesterday – my iTouch crashed. I noticed that it wouldn’t sync properly over the weekend and kept “timing out.”  I hunted and researched and couldn’t find out what the hell it meant.  So I bought and loaded up the January optional update (so worth it, btw,) and still it was fucking up.  Seriously fucking up. My computer wouldn’t recognize it, it wouldn’t sync.  It wouldn’t do anything.  So I called the local Apple store and spoke to this really fly gal and she suggested restoring it to it it’s factory settings and if that didn’t work, I should send it in.  Okay, insert panic attack here – being without the Touch is like being without my feet. So I try to restore it, expecting to lose everything I’ve put in there on my calendar, my contacts, my pictures, my lists, my web bookmarks, all of it.  So I restore it … but even that doesn’t work.  So I called the 1-800 Apple tech support and some guy named Dana answers and we work through a bunch of options and still nothing.  I’m about ready to go insane and he says, “Ohhhhhhhh you know, there’s something else we can try — do you have a printer hooked up to your computer?”  Yes, yes I do!  So we unplugged the computer and ZINGO – it works.  Crazy printer, it’s super amazing, but it interferes with damned near everything else.  Regardless, it starts to restore and restore it does!  And imagine my glee when iTunes asks me if I want to restore from the Sass backup! I didn’t lose a single thing. YIPPEE YEHAW, Ya’ll.

I’m currently Kung Fu Fighting

I did our taxes last week – actually I did them Saturday morning!  State refund is being deposited tomorrow, Federal refund deposited next week.  I love this time of year.  It’s like being underwater for more than you can stand and then you come up for air and take that first glorious, overwhelming, lung busting breath and the world spins with colors and peace.  It always comes just in time for my anniversary, everyone’s birthdays, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, and patio beer drinking season.  Sometimes it pays big to earn very little.

Took Hankybritches to the dog park yesterday and that fool dog fell through the ice a zillion times.  He kept doing it.  I mean, he fell completely under – head and all.  Dork.  But he had a great time and has been a Zen master since.

I have to fess up, I like junk food.  I hate the way it makes my body feel afterwards, so I don’t eat much of it, but oh holy smokes, I do loves me some junk food.

Sticking your head in the sand is only gonna get what’s left of your brains eaten by sand fleas.  Just saying.

I’m so lucky – my MIL just emailed to say, “We want to keep the boys overnight again this week.  I’ll be in touch with you. I’m assuming that you don’t mind?”  Yep – I hit the MIL jackpot.

Shaft! He’s a bad mutha – shut yo mouth!

My mom is watching the boys overnight on my wedding anniversary.  I’m really looking forward to it.  For some reason, B and I always spend our anniversary with 2(JP.)  It’s always a hoot – so much fun!  I’m hoping they can line up childcare — it’s kind of iffy right now.  Fingers crossed.

Gotta get in the shower – grocery shopping calls.

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What he said

January 27, 2008


I’m not a huge fan of Montel Williams, but I think this is just fucking brilliant.

RIP Heath — and everyone else.

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Tighter than a drum

January 26, 2008

is the phrase that I would most use to describe my sphincter – I just filed our taxes.