Hi Ladies (and gent). It’s another round of Girl’s Night In. Just in case y’all dont know the drill, thought I’d fill y’all in…
What time? 7pm Pacific (that’s 10PM Eastern and 9PM centeral) *sorry Atlanta folks. It *is* late there.
How? Sign in to Yahoo messenger. Then click on this to IM me and let me know your Yahoo IM name. I?ll invite you in to the partay. yup. It’s that easy.
*I’m here. Ignore the offline thing.
Sometimes I love my husband so so so much. And other times, I get so damn frustrated… well… I blog about him.
This morning we rented a little car because his had to get the timing belt replaced. Now, let me preface what I’m going to say by telling you I’m a wee bit on the emotional side and very tired from the pollen and dust and whateverthehellese is making me sneeze and be generally miserable.... Read more
Mr. Flinger and I don’t argue about much and when we do it’s usually nit-picky crap like the dishes or the finances or the child’s napping schedule. However, as of late, we’ve been arguing, quite intensely, over the laundry.
Now that I’m home with LB full time, I understand that I would have more time to do laundry than he would. I also understand there is an unspoken rule that the person home all day should clean up, do the dishes and laundry and take care of the bills. It’s nothing we’ve stated as fact, I just think it probably makes more... Read more
I just found this poem a wrote a year or two ago:
I love you
I love my mac, too
But I hate NTFS and FAT32
Gui is my world
That and my baby girl
Everyone outta give Powerbooks a whirl
It’s all bad luck
Too bad it costs too many bucks
Obviously having a bad Windows day at the time. (When is it a good window’s day?) And now I hide in my geeky shame…Read more
Stop your blogging and feed me. Also? I’m poopy.
You know how I said I wanted to drive to San Fran? And you know how you keep seeing all those blogHer buttons and talk? And you know how it’s in California at the end of July? I had this brilliant idea. I will DRIVE to BLOGHER! Yes! I’ll grab my mason jar, pack up my pride and head out. I’ll just be brave and not mind that some people think I (and/or my blog) suck. I won’t mind that there are writers so much more worthy... Read more
You know how you get a super neat sticker (pretend you’re five) and you have to share it with everyone? Then, you know how they want a sticker so you’re excited and you get them a sticker, too? Then, you know how you lose your sticker in the water and their sticker is pretty damn nice sitting in their hand all new and not wet, mushed and muddy? Then, pretend you’re thirty and the sticker is a flickr account and you talk all of your friends and family into blogging and using flickr because it’s what you do.
Then, pretend you take a picture and find it on the... Read more
Not all children. Just your children. (Not *your* children, but “YOUR” children.)
See, lately whenever we go to the park here at our “classy” neighborhood, there is some child(ren) left to just play. I understand that this child(ren) have been annoying the total shit out of the parents (:: cough :: nanny) for the past six hours but now? (S)he is annoying me. And that’s not ok.
There are kids of all ages, but usually it’s the five - seven year old left to play with, and annoy, the other families at the park. Usually one of these kids will... Read more
It’s a well known fact people get fired for their blog. It strikes fear into the hearts and minds of all of us with jobs and blog. If your blog is not your job, you will always cringe at IPs coming from the location of your employer. I am not the authority on this topic, by any means, but I do try to learn from those who have first hand experience.
I’ve been checking on my students with My Space profiles. While I can’t, and... Read more
We have a running joke in our marriage. One that involves the mister’s balls in a mason jar. He always greets new married friends with that old line, “so has she taken your balls and placed them in a mason jar on the table yet?” Usually there’s some snickering and a “no no, I’m kidding,” but when we get home he’ll ask if he can have his balls back for a night to go in the garage “and do manly things” or go look at motorcycles. Because, you know, you can’t do that without your balls.
Lately I’ve had this... Read more