So Princess asked what's for dinner tonight. It's hot and I'm lazy and I have an appointment at 730, so pizza it is. Our conversation went like this:
Me: pizza (pronounced p-ee-za).
Princess: mommy, it's pizza (pronounced p-eet-za)
Me: but there's no "t" in pizza.
Princess: :/ (at this point she just wandered away)
Yes, I am teaching her early on that it's ok to challenge things.
~the gang
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Thursday, July 15, 2010
Things I Think When No One Else Is Watching
Lately, many of my strange and crazy thoughts have been given free reign. Unfortunately, the BoyBot and I have not been seeing much of each other lately due to work schedules and being so damn busy with organizing our move...so there is no one to reign in the twister of insanity which swirls inside my head, planting little ideas like poor little cowsies in an Illinois field (this is what I imagine the aftermath of a twister involves).
Like today. Today's big concern: My Not So Public Public Bathroom.
I cannot use a public bathroom unless there is an absolute emergency which would result in me having to change my pants when no pants are around to change in to. So, in light of the fact that I burn up 8 hours of every day in my florescent cubical of happiness, I have convinced myself that the potties here are NOT public. I mean, I need to have a security card with my picture (duly taken well after the "3" count so I look like I am in perpetual pain) to get on to the floor and get to them. I don't even need a security card to use the one at home. Pfff...if that doesn't say "Private Bathroom", I just don't know what does.
Yet this illusion of privacy sometimes back fires. There are times when I have been in there taking care of my business (I have heard that this is a much less offensive way of saying "piddling" - KB, now with 20% less offense) and there are some horrible noises coming from a stall nearby. Now I know, on a very basic level, that these are not things that can necessarily be controlled. And if it weren't for these bodily functions, we would likely explode (which would be much ickier). But I can't help feeling somewhat embarassed for that individual.
And then, of course, when I run into them at the sink (oh please, oh please...cuz if they don't go to the sink, they obviously didn't bother reading the sign about the proper way to wash your hands), I just can't bear to look them in the eye. I look at my hands, intensely paying attention to washing in between each finger, making sure every crease and groove is sparkling in hand washing glory. I check out my own reflection, making sure I am not trailing toilet paper or the sticky tabs on feminine napkins which have somehow missed the giant target that is the bin taking up 1/3 of retail space in the stall. I duck my head and run out, hoping they don't follow. And I feel this shame on their part for the rest of the day.
And then, of course, I go home and tell my children it is all a natural part of life and "if ya gotta go, ya gotta go".
But I swear I'm not a hypocrite.
This is what happens to my mind when I have 7 days of work left, and no BoyBot to calm me down. :(
ttfn
kb
Like today. Today's big concern: My Not So Public Public Bathroom.
I cannot use a public bathroom unless there is an absolute emergency which would result in me having to change my pants when no pants are around to change in to. So, in light of the fact that I burn up 8 hours of every day in my florescent cubical of happiness, I have convinced myself that the potties here are NOT public. I mean, I need to have a security card with my picture (duly taken well after the "3" count so I look like I am in perpetual pain) to get on to the floor and get to them. I don't even need a security card to use the one at home. Pfff...if that doesn't say "Private Bathroom", I just don't know what does.
Yet this illusion of privacy sometimes back fires. There are times when I have been in there taking care of my business (I have heard that this is a much less offensive way of saying "piddling" - KB, now with 20% less offense) and there are some horrible noises coming from a stall nearby. Now I know, on a very basic level, that these are not things that can necessarily be controlled. And if it weren't for these bodily functions, we would likely explode (which would be much ickier). But I can't help feeling somewhat embarassed for that individual.
And then, of course, when I run into them at the sink (oh please, oh please...cuz if they don't go to the sink, they obviously didn't bother reading the sign about the proper way to wash your hands), I just can't bear to look them in the eye. I look at my hands, intensely paying attention to washing in between each finger, making sure every crease and groove is sparkling in hand washing glory. I check out my own reflection, making sure I am not trailing toilet paper or the sticky tabs on feminine napkins which have somehow missed the giant target that is the bin taking up 1/3 of retail space in the stall. I duck my head and run out, hoping they don't follow. And I feel this shame on their part for the rest of the day.
And then, of course, I go home and tell my children it is all a natural part of life and "if ya gotta go, ya gotta go".
But I swear I'm not a hypocrite.
This is what happens to my mind when I have 7 days of work left, and no BoyBot to calm me down. :(
ttfn
kb
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Not Much To Report
Life has been so busy lately with doctor's appointments and follow ups (Riley is doing great, as far as his 12 month neonatal appointment), packing and culling, organizing and, well, more organizing. It's been a busy last few weeks. :S
But, I am sure that that will all be over with soon. (7 days left of work!!! WOOOHOOO!!!)
I have just barely started using my Halloween-y yarn. I am not yet sure if I want to make a pair of sockies or a much more visible pair of wrist warmers. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
So, in light of the fact that I don't have much to write, I leave you with:
BACON WRAPPED CHICKEN. Is there nothing that bacon can't do? (I do not mean to abuse the delicate sensibilities of any non-bacon/pork/piggy eating creatures with explicit visions of chicken being violated in such a manner, but I love bacon...it is great and good and so yummy. Besides, I think the chicken likes it.)
But, I am sure that that will all be over with soon. (7 days left of work!!! WOOOHOOO!!!)
I have just barely started using my Halloween-y yarn. I am not yet sure if I want to make a pair of sockies or a much more visible pair of wrist warmers. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
So, in light of the fact that I don't have much to write, I leave you with:
BACON WRAPPED CHICKEN. Is there nothing that bacon can't do? (I do not mean to abuse the delicate sensibilities of any non-bacon/pork/piggy eating creatures with explicit visions of chicken being violated in such a manner, but I love bacon...it is great and good and so yummy. Besides, I think the chicken likes it.)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Just Me Playing Around
So in addition to all the other changes going on in my life, I felt it was time to get a new phone.
The old one was having issues, and the boybot and I tend to depend on text messaging (it's just so damn handy..."honey, please pick up milk"..."I'm off work early and will pick you up at the train station"..."I think my pancreas is angry with me"...so many important things). I guess phones will only take being dropped, stepped on, chewed on, etc. so much before they decide to strike back at their abusers in the form of showing only half the screen, randomly shutting off and, my personal favorite, setting off non-existent alarms at 3 a.m.
Yep. Time to go. And since boybot is on his 3rd phone this year, I am feeling good about scoping out a new one on eBay.
But alas...I let myself be drawn in by powers as great as any the devil has...I got a crackberry. AND I LOVE IT!!
So that is where this post comes in. I have discovered that I can post from my phone. I could have with my old phone had it not hated me. But, well, there was the whole "it hated me" thing. Kinda defeats the purpose.
And I guess that is all there is to it. Now let's see what happens when I hit send...
Ttfn
K
Sent wirelessly from my BlackBerry device on the Bell network.
Envoyé sans fil par mon terminal mobile BlackBerry sur le réseau de Bell.
The old one was having issues, and the boybot and I tend to depend on text messaging (it's just so damn handy..."honey, please pick up milk"..."I'm off work early and will pick you up at the train station"..."I think my pancreas is angry with me"...so many important things). I guess phones will only take being dropped, stepped on, chewed on, etc. so much before they decide to strike back at their abusers in the form of showing only half the screen, randomly shutting off and, my personal favorite, setting off non-existent alarms at 3 a.m.
Yep. Time to go. And since boybot is on his 3rd phone this year, I am feeling good about scoping out a new one on eBay.
But alas...I let myself be drawn in by powers as great as any the devil has...I got a crackberry. AND I LOVE IT!!
So that is where this post comes in. I have discovered that I can post from my phone. I could have with my old phone had it not hated me. But, well, there was the whole "it hated me" thing. Kinda defeats the purpose.
And I guess that is all there is to it. Now let's see what happens when I hit send...
Ttfn
K
Sent wirelessly from my BlackBerry device on the Bell network.
Envoyé sans fil par mon terminal mobile BlackBerry sur le réseau de Bell.
Monday, June 21, 2010
For Many Happy Feeties
I don't know why, but lately I have been on a little bit of a sock kick. hehehe...wow, that wasn't even intentional.
I am not entirely sure why, but socks have been a bit of an obsession lately. Mayhaps it is because they are so wee. I finished the baby blankie for one of my co-workers a few weeks back (and, as a side note, she gave birth to a beautiful little boy last saturday afternoon). I was really happy with how it turned out:
But good lord did it take much more thought than I had hoped (damn lacy bits followed by damn cable-y bits).
I also finished up a couple of scarves (yes, when it is 30 degrees outside, this is the perfect time to knit scarves, dammit).
And then the sock rampage began:
I LOVE LOVE LOVE the pattern for these baby socks. (Ok, 18 mo - 2 years...close enough to baby.) They took about 2 days on my daily commute to do. So great. Thinking I will have to make up a few pairs before the colder weather hits. (Yes, I am cruel and evil and already considering the colder weather...fak off.)
Anywho, I am now deciding what I want to do with the lovely halloween-y yarn that I picked up on my honeymoon. I am thinking maybe monkey. I don't know yet.
For those who haven't seen Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-Long Blog...see it. SEEEIIITTTT!!!! I have a great big, fat and juicy hard on for NPH - come on, how can you not love this:
Now go...waste away your life watching internet shows...go, do it....do it now...
I, however, am off to knit.
Oh, and maybe pack a little. :S Maybe.
ttfn
kb
I am not entirely sure why, but socks have been a bit of an obsession lately. Mayhaps it is because they are so wee. I finished the baby blankie for one of my co-workers a few weeks back (and, as a side note, she gave birth to a beautiful little boy last saturday afternoon). I was really happy with how it turned out:
But good lord did it take much more thought than I had hoped (damn lacy bits followed by damn cable-y bits).
I also finished up a couple of scarves (yes, when it is 30 degrees outside, this is the perfect time to knit scarves, dammit).
And then the sock rampage began:
I LOVE LOVE LOVE the pattern for these baby socks. (Ok, 18 mo - 2 years...close enough to baby.) They took about 2 days on my daily commute to do. So great. Thinking I will have to make up a few pairs before the colder weather hits. (Yes, I am cruel and evil and already considering the colder weather...fak off.)
Anywho, I am now deciding what I want to do with the lovely halloween-y yarn that I picked up on my honeymoon. I am thinking maybe monkey. I don't know yet.
For those who haven't seen Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-Long Blog...see it. SEEEIIITTTT!!!! I have a great big, fat and juicy hard on for NPH - come on, how can you not love this:
Now go...waste away your life watching internet shows...go, do it....do it now...
I, however, am off to knit.
Oh, and maybe pack a little. :S Maybe.
ttfn
kb
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Random Things I've Noticed
Grown men should not eat bananas in public. There is no way to see this and NOT think something of a perverse and sexual nature.
Seeming to be on the ball...
Yes, it really seems like I am. Or rather, that we are. There are definite changes going on...everything from the supremely non-family friendly truck being sold (YAH!!!) to having a doctor lined up to take over our care.
I am so happy that things are going smoothly (touch wood...and then touch it again for good measure). It feels as if our lives for the past year have been one giant game of snakes and ladders...we get a little bit ahead, only to slide back past where we were in the first place. But it seems like it is all working out with this. I mean, yes, we have had a few hiccups along the way, but all in all, it seems to be going along great.
We have our appointment now for getting our family picture done. I am excited about this. I have never had a family portrait done...well, at least not since I was a kid. But nothing that has my family in it.
Yesterday was a super productive day. But man, are my legs sore. I walked so very, very much. And then walked some more. I suppose that I should get used to that, since that is going to be my life from here on out. But still, made for some very sore me. Nothing that a long soak in the tub couldn't fix, though.
And I did manage to get some work done on a scarf that is now overdue. (Ok, I realize that winter is still months away...but it is overdue in the sense that it was a birthday gift, and that birthday has passed.)
Anywho, I suppose I must get back to this work type of stuff that I am expected to do.
ttfn
k
I am so happy that things are going smoothly (touch wood...and then touch it again for good measure). It feels as if our lives for the past year have been one giant game of snakes and ladders...we get a little bit ahead, only to slide back past where we were in the first place. But it seems like it is all working out with this. I mean, yes, we have had a few hiccups along the way, but all in all, it seems to be going along great.
We have our appointment now for getting our family picture done. I am excited about this. I have never had a family portrait done...well, at least not since I was a kid. But nothing that has my family in it.
Yesterday was a super productive day. But man, are my legs sore. I walked so very, very much. And then walked some more. I suppose that I should get used to that, since that is going to be my life from here on out. But still, made for some very sore me. Nothing that a long soak in the tub couldn't fix, though.
And I did manage to get some work done on a scarf that is now overdue. (Ok, I realize that winter is still months away...but it is overdue in the sense that it was a birthday gift, and that birthday has passed.)
Anywho, I suppose I must get back to this work type of stuff that I am expected to do.
ttfn
k
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