Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Stolen from Don’t Bother Me With Trifles who stole it from another blog:

A to Z

A – Animals/Pets: Gus (Siamese cat), Maddie and Lilly (Balinese cats), Cuervo (giant hulking yellow Lab)
B – Best Friend: AMP, MS, AW
C – Cohabitants: Husband, 2 little girls, 3 cats, dog
D – Desire(s): to be a stay-at-home mom
E – Eye Color: brown
F – Favorite Food(s): at the moment, hot fudge pudding cake with ice cream
G – Games: Bejeweled, Planescape Torment or anything else from Black Isle
H – Habit(s): nibbling on my cuticles
I – Interests: quilting, blogging, mommying
J – Job: computer consultant, on-site tech support
K – Kitchen (Wonder or Blunder?): semi-wonder
L – Languages: English, semi-fluent in Spanish, tiny bit of French, can say thank you in several
M – Most Valued Possession(s) (an item, not people/pets): old papers from my mom
N – Name (Named after?): Named after my mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother
O – Outfit You Love: shorts and a big t-shirt, no shoes, no bra
P – Pizza Toppings: pepperoni, onions, and mushrooms
Q – Question Asked To You the Most: everything, since I know it all
R – Relationship/Partner: Husband
S – Sport: (Playing) uhhhhhh…..; (Watching) um…….
T – Television Show(s): Trading Spaces, Sex and the City, Iron Chef
U – Unsavory characteristic(s): laziness
V – Video (Favorites): at the moment, boxed sets of Sex and the City
W – Webpage (Favorite–not your own): Google
X – Xylophone (or other Instrument?): tiny bit of piano
Y – Year Born: 1970
Z – Zodiac Sign: Gemini

This just in, from the TMI department:

2 year old woke up dry from her nap yesterday. Peed in potty. Today she pooped in potty. Film at 11.

I have been having really vivid and somewhat disturbing dreams lately. I’m anxiously awaiting the anonymous blog so that I may contribute.

What the hell kind of self-respecting Lab refuses to eat eggs? I just had a divine egg salad sandwich with onions and bacon and cheese and I dropped a little on the floor, and the stupid dog licked all the goo off the egg particle and left the egg on the carpet. Idjit.

The weather’s going to change. My arm hurts. Hub was apparently jealous of my weather forecasting ability, so he twisted his knee a while back (and if I tell the story of how he does it, I’ll probably get a call from a divorce attorney tomorrow, but suffice it to say that it makes me laugh [secretly of course] each and every time I think of it) and now it aches when there’s a change in the weather. I think he’s a Johnny-come-lately copycat man, but there it is.

OS X users – you must go here now, now, now. Cool hacks that bring back the best features of OSes past.
Tesselating pavers – trip out on your sidewalk.
Sexual calorie counter
Men – having time keeping up with Aunt Flo’s visits? Worry no more.
Japanese traditional underwear – It is put between the cloth wound around the waist first firmly with putting the cloth which a thigh being passed through in the part of the hips.
Where morning breath comes from

Good thing the St. Louis police took care of that horrible teenage boy who was dealing… Pez?

I’m a bit concerned. See, I have this little bump. In my breast. I’ve had a mammogram and an ultrasound and a surgical consult and nobody knows what it is, but they don’t seem very concerned about it. The surgeon told me there’s less than a 5% chance it’s cancer. So I was planning on waiting until the baby weaned and then going in and getting it taken care of.

Except now I have another bump, this one in my ear. There’s been a little bump there for some years, but tonight I noticed that it was much bigger and rather achy. I’m falling apart or something. Maybe it’s just a bug bite. I hope.

I finally got my charm bracelet!

When our first daughter was born, since her due date was mid-October and October’s birthstone is opal, he bought me an opal ring. Which explains why, when I had preterm labor in September, he freaked out. Anyway, when I was pregnant this last time, hub asked me what I wanted as a mommy gift because he couldn’t think of anything. I told him I wanted a gold charm bracelet. Due to all sorts of reasons, we never got around to picking one out until now. He bought it today at James Avery. I’m really grooving on it.

I wanted to add charms for each of my girls and I really wanted some of those Aaron Basha baby shoes, but I had absolutely no idea that they were that pricey. We’re talking $1000 for a charm, people. Criminy.

So now I’m scouring eBay looking for cool charms. I have to be very careful to build this collection slowly so that I’m not out of room on the bracelet in 10 years. This is going to be very hard for me to do since I’m the kind of person who likes to take big bites to enjoy things more, rather than little bites to enjoy them longer.

I already have my justification ready for when I overbuy charms. I have 2 girls, and they’re going to get my jewelry some day, so doesn’t that mean I need 2 charm bracelets?

My husband, God bless him, turned on some wretch of a movie called Vampirella, laid down on the floor, and fell asleep using the ass of a giant stuffed Elmo as a pillow. As I look on the floor in the office, I see Cuervo the hulking Labrador, the hub, and the 9 month old all zonked out. I have to wonder if the floor is more comfortable than it appears, or if perhaps the carpet has some sort of sleep dust imbedded in it. Or maybe it’s that normal people sleep at this hour, while I myself am wide awake due to the 2 hour nap I took at 6 pm. Not the brightest thing I’ve done, to be sure. I am destined for insomnia all night long.

Ever since I was little I have been a night owl. I don’t know if it’s because my mom was, so I picked up her habits, or whether it’s just the way I’m wired. On occasion I’m able to get up early and have a full day and go to sleep at a normal hour – my honeymoon in Costa Rica comes to mind, where we were up every morning at 7 and in bed at midnight. Usually though, if I do wake up early, I still go to bed late.

There’s a hot fudge pudding cake upstairs with my name on it.

Aw hell, everyone else does it, why not me? How compatible are you with me?

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It’s impossible to find good Tex-Mex in Austin. It’s like there’s a great divide between here and San Antonio, which is a little over an hour’s drive to the south, and contains some of the most sublime Tex-Mex known to man. Here, good food at any random Tex-Mex restaurant is the exception, where in San Antonio it’s the rule. Living in the most whitebread section of west Austin takes us even farther away from where the good Tex-Mex restaurants seem to congregate.

I know that there are those of you who are at this very moment crying foul, that Austin has fantastic Tex-Mex and just look at Chuy’s, for example. To this I say: feh. Chuy’s sucks, positively reeks compared to any hole in the wall San Antonio dive. And you can’t get good barbacoa in this town either. Hub and I have to sate our barbacoa cravings when we visit San Antonio or Houston. I’m too much of a gringa to eat the lengua or tripas that he enjoys, though. Just call me Guera.

Strange dream for the day: I had a dream that hub, the 2 year old, and I went to New Orleans. They went out someplace and I had to pee, so I sat on the toilet but something went wrong and it got all over the floor of the bathroom and closet and living area. Hub came back, and I heard him put the key in the door and I yelled for him to wait just a minute but he didn’t, so he saw the huge mess I had made and got angry with me. I got even angrier with him for ignoring me when I told him to wait and it turned into a huge fight.

This is obviously related to the fact that the toilet upstairs overflowed and leaked through the wood plank ceiling into the kitchen yesterday. I’m getting a little bored with the New Orleans dreams, though. I’d like to visit Las Vegas tonight.