I’m frantically cleaning and purging our house. I cleaned the wood floors, the carpets, the kitchen and dusted all the shelves. I put a ton of crap out for “garage sale” or “get rid of” pile. I started packing for moving and I got the oil changed. This is how I deal with the unknown. I clean like a freakish maid.
LB and I are going to Seattle tomorrow. I know my sister isn’t getting married, but I’m in the
What are the odds, when you have sex two times a month and your inlaws live 120 miles away that they’d drop by during the act?
Apparently, pretty damn good.Read more
I admit I SUCK at keeping up with pop culture. I do. I keep wanting to know WHAT is the gossip with Bran and Jen and Angilina. I pick stuff up in the grocery store but never have time to read it (in line) and I can’t seem to get online and spend time looking for the latest crap about some famous people.
So, does anyone know? I’m DYING here….Read more
OMG… .75 for 2oz!
Seuss asked me how day #3 is with both kids. I forgot to tell y’all that we aborted day #3.
Let’s just say that I came home yesterday (after two days with two toddlers) with a pack of condoms and a promise not to talk about #2 until next year.
‘Nuff Said.Read more
So, just now, as in ten minutes ago, I’m standing outside with Mr. Flinger looking at the new shrubs we got for the backyard to keep the dogs from digging right by the house. We’re putting up a cute little fence and filling in holes. I hear something. “waa Waaa waa waa waaaaah.” (Think Charlie Brown’s Teacher) I say, “what’s that?” Mr. Flinger turns down the radio so we can listen. We hear it again, “Put your hands up and come out of the house unarmed.” OH. MY GAWD. There is a sting in the house behind us.
IN. THE.... Read more
OH MAH GAH
I’m almost done and
Oh. My. GAWD.
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I’m sitting in Borders where I get to work every Tuesday and Thursday night (per Mr. Flinger’s and my agreement) and a security officer is sitting at a table talking to two kids, around 7 and 9. Apparently they’re lost. Or, wait.. maybe they were playing in the street out front. I’m seriously just trying to listen to what’s going on.
Wait a minute…
(do you like your play-by-play, by the way?)
Ok.. the skinny 16 year old security guard , who couldn’t stop a potato chip from... Read more
You know, I have a fear of flying. I hate taking air planes. Ironically, the year I moved back to TX, I came up to the Northwest five times. Y’all.. five times. Now, I had motivation since Mr. Flinger was up here and my three best friends all lived in Washington still. But somewhere along the way, I got scared.
Now, the most adventerous thing I do is leave the house, alone, with baby before nine AM. I feel badass if I do that. Like today, for example. Jelly Belly and I went swimming with the girls at 9AM. That means I actually left the... Read more