I just looked at my phone and saw October 7th...I thought it said the 9th. Which would be fine, but it would make me 30. Which is awesome. I'm excited to turn 30; it just kinda snuck up on me with this baby stuff, house stuff, and work stuff.
In other news I'm pissed off at mandarin oranges. How can you be so tasty and then turn around and give me the worst heartburn ever? I thought it was a love-love kind of relationship, but no.
Nothing like Slacker radio playing the ever so random choice "Back That Azz Up" to get me motivated on the packing up my stuff front.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Today's Realizations
The slowest customer in a store will beat me to the checkout line. Especially if I'm in a hurry.
I never should have stopped chewing up those fiber drops.
I'm pretty psyched that my son's middle name will be William...Yeah, after family and stuff, but also after a few of my favorites: Billy Joel & Bill Murray. I'd be pretty upset if my son opted to go by Bill though. His first name is pretty freaking awesome.
Whatever I take to work to eat for dinner will not be appetizing when it's time to eat.
The bugs between my house and the group home are filled with Krazy Glue or something. Those bitches make GLOBS the windshield wipers can't scrape off. Thank God it's cooling off; maybe they'll go hibernate or something.
Until I started packing up my clothes, I never understood why Josh scoffed at me every time I say, "Honey, I need new panties." They are EVERYWHERE. You see it here, in print/on the screen, whatever, MY HUSBAND IS RIGHT. I guess I like buying new panties. I thought all our money went to eating out on the weekends, but no. Our money goes on my butt. Literally.
With that, I'm crawling into bed. Who knows what I'll realize tomorrow.
I never should have stopped chewing up those fiber drops.
I'm pretty psyched that my son's middle name will be William...Yeah, after family and stuff, but also after a few of my favorites: Billy Joel & Bill Murray. I'd be pretty upset if my son opted to go by Bill though. His first name is pretty freaking awesome.
Whatever I take to work to eat for dinner will not be appetizing when it's time to eat.
The bugs between my house and the group home are filled with Krazy Glue or something. Those bitches make GLOBS the windshield wipers can't scrape off. Thank God it's cooling off; maybe they'll go hibernate or something.
Until I started packing up my clothes, I never understood why Josh scoffed at me every time I say, "Honey, I need new panties." They are EVERYWHERE. You see it here, in print/on the screen, whatever, MY HUSBAND IS RIGHT. I guess I like buying new panties. I thought all our money went to eating out on the weekends, but no. Our money goes on my butt. Literally.
With that, I'm crawling into bed. Who knows what I'll realize tomorrow.
Never too busy for a rhetorical question
So we got our house, inspections/appraisals done; next step: CLOSING...a week from today! We are really excited, but realy stressed because we haven't REALLY done much packing. So that's what I'm doing in my free time this week. I know I'll get too stressed out to function because it's just in my nature, but for now, all is good.
Except for 1 thing. Chloe and Tucker have the WORST GAS ever. And because they see I'm busy doing stuff, they wanna be right up under me. Next to me. Sitting on my lap. GAG.
Yeah, it's bad.
I'm also ready for my upcoming move at work. I'm excited and bummed at the same time, but I know it's for the best.
On the pregnancy front, some nausea has returned...mostly while watching TV. Sharks eating dead whale carcasses, and something I saw on My Name Is Earl. The smell of fried food and ketchup is the ultimate vom-inducing thought this week. Other than that, I'm pretty good. I just wish I could poop. Oh well, can't always get what you want.
Except for 1 thing. Chloe and Tucker have the WORST GAS ever. And because they see I'm busy doing stuff, they wanna be right up under me. Next to me. Sitting on my lap. GAG.
Yeah, it's bad.
I'm also ready for my upcoming move at work. I'm excited and bummed at the same time, but I know it's for the best.
On the pregnancy front, some nausea has returned...mostly while watching TV. Sharks eating dead whale carcasses, and something I saw on My Name Is Earl. The smell of fried food and ketchup is the ultimate vom-inducing thought this week. Other than that, I'm pretty good. I just wish I could poop. Oh well, can't always get what you want.
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