An lo, and angel of the lord came down and said, “Thou do not need so much crap.” 24/Mar/2006

I’m pretty sure it’s in the bible somewhere, “Store your treasures in heaven.” Last time I checked, our back closet was NOT heaven. At least all this moving and packing and purging is teaching me a very valuable lesson: “Go to Target and spend 154 dollars on NEW things!”

Damn the new Target just up the street with the Starbucks inside with all the pretty things.

We’ve just made the appointment to sign the papers. We’ve rented the uhaul. We have friends lined up to take LB. We’ve got boxes and boxes of stuff everywhere and... Read more

Crap we have 20/Mar/2006

You know how when you were a kid and Christmas was ten days away you thought it would be FORHEVAH. And then, you know how you were in school and you couldn’t wait for Summer break? And remember how you’d watch the clock and look away and guess how long you’ve waited before you looked back? “It’s been… thirty minutes. No! Forty!” then you look up and it’s been, roughly, sixteen seconds?

That is SO NOT my life right now.

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I believe it’s called P-R-O-C-R-A-S-T-I-N-A-T-I-O-N 19/Mar/2006

Hi, how are you? Fine? Swell. Same here. Is it possible to be bored to tears with a mile long to do list?

Look, I’m not going to complain about how insanely busy life is right now. Really! I’m not! But I will say that my iPod, my new studio 8, and my new Grey’s Anatomy Season One DVD are acting as fab distractions. The house is getting packed. We’re in boxes up to our asses and we’ve been neglecting... Read more

Moving On, literally 18/Mar/2006

Today we begin packing. We have exactly one week to get all of our five years of marriage, thirty years of pack rats, and one baby plus two dogs in to our new house.

Minus the dogs.

Today LB was looking out the screen door at our three year old mutts. “Night night, doggie.” Sure enough, they were sleeping in the sun. I almost teared up thinking about sending them away. LB’s first word aside from mama and dadda was dog. She loves them. She loves to watch them and she says “bye bye” when we take them to the garage before we leave.

But you... Read more

Because I just can’t stay away 17/Mar/2006

I think I’m a blogging sychzophrenic. No, I know I am. “I don’t want to blog now.” “I love blogging.” “I won’t read anyone’s blog because I am so swamped.” “I wanna read JUST ONE?” “Ok, give me my blogroll. No, don’t. Yes. Do. Fuuuuddgggeeeeee” (only I didn’t say fudge.)

Aren’t we all really busy? Aren’t all moving? Don’t we all have a million places to go? Aren’t... Read more

Like I said.. 12/Mar/2006

More March Birthdays! How many of you are March babies? Dude. If I have my way, CoffeeBean (Bean#2 of the flinger house) will be born in March 07. March babies rock the hizhouse.

A little run down (PLEASE TELL ME If I miss you here, because honestly? I forgot my MOMS birthday. Frickin’ Twice. I’m not kidding. (birthdays are not my forte) (Have you noticed that without those little symbols latte looks like mispelled late and forte looks like fort? e? ok.. sorry.. this is obviously why I forget birthdays. I can’t even remember to... Read more

New Level of Geek 08/Mar/2006

I just IMed myself.

And then IMed back.

Oh Mah Gah.

I’ve been playing with the identites in yahoo and I realized I can combine all FOUR of my stupid identities. So, if you see me adding you here and deleting you there, that’s why. I’m trying to get everyone in one of two locations. Sad thing is, to test these IDs, I sent a few IMs to myself. Man, I’m witty on IM, if you ask myself. Which I did.

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Who needs make-up sex 07/Mar/2006

.. when there is mak-up cleaning!! Before I got the shits, Mr. Flinger and I made up. We didn’t have make-up sex (I don’t think we ever have, really), but instead, he cleaned the kitchen (orgasmic right there) and I went and got some work done at borders (free time alone? A chocolate chip cookie? Coffee? ALONE? MMmmmMMMMMMmmm).

Like I said, who needs make-up sex?

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You know you’re sick when 06/Mar/2006

You didn’t drink ANY coffee today because just the thought makes you dry heave.

You didn’t dress or do your hair and people came over. And you didn’t care.

You made your husband get you a big silver bowl to sleep with.

You’re drinking gingerale.

You puked changing your child’s diaper.

You are going to bed at 7pm.

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Posts for Sunday.. making up for lost time.. 05/Mar/2006

Wow. I started the third post for the day and thought.. “Self, perhaps I’ll just combine them all and post one big ol’ random post of things on my brain, since I can’t even seem to focus long enough to wash all the parts of my body thouroughly.”

And with that little conversation I didn’t need to say out loud, here ya go.

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