Archive for April, 2002

Hi, My name’s D.

April 30, 2002 - 11:17 pm 2 Comments

Hi, My name’s D. and I’m a nosespray addict.

Hi, D!

Seriously, I’ve been using this Sinex stuff for far too long and now I can’t breathe without. I’m too weak to go cold turkey. I… can’t… BREATHE!

I love reading blogs. It’s like voyeurism – a more intimate form of the previously ubiquitous webcam. I just can’t stand it when people can’t spell or use grammar. I’m sure I’m guilty of a few typos from time to time, but I refuse to read blogs when my first instinct is to whip out a red pen and start scribbling on my monitor. And no, M., this is not about you, even though I did have to correct your “Meet the Parents” line.

So the baby was crying earlier and the only thing that would calm her down was the Yatta song. This can mean nothing good.

I’m slipping lower into my Benadryl stupor. I want to get this quilt that I’m 80% done with completely quilted, though, so I can put the binding on it on our trip to New Orleans in 3 weeks. My friend A. sent me some pictures of some amazing quilts that her cousin made, and now I’m all inspired. I was disenchanted with the fabric that I’m working with and kinda quit quilting for the last month, but the sooner I can get it done, the sooner I can work with nicer fabric. I’m quite positive that this is interesting to nobody but myself. Who would have thought, 12 years ago when I was an utter wild child, that I would be ranting about breastfeeding and quilts? Not me.

The other night was warm and humid and the moon was out and it was one of those nights that reminded me of when I was just out of high school, up to no good… perhaps like the night that we snuck off and drank beer in a field and fell into a hole, or when I called up my dad to pretend like we were tired and going to bed but I was really at a payphone and there were cars going by and it sounded like, “Hi, Dad? (zooooooooooom) Yeah, it’s me, I’m over at A.’s house (honk honk) and we’re just going to go to bed early (screeeeeeech)”. That night we ended up driving out to the lake and going up and down the hills in the road really fast, so fast that it felt like a rollercoaster, and N. (who owned the car we were in) was chanting obscenities which I won’t repeat. We were with this really big Hispanic guy whose name I can’t remember to save my life, and he was teaching me the words to “Margaritaville”. This was the guy who had the hots for the aforementioned A. which always made her run in the opposite direction.

Who were those kids then? Who are these thirtysomethings that have replaced them? I’m married with 2 fantastic little girls and own a house, and all that is swell, don’t get me wrong, but I think I’m having that Talking Heads moment of epiphany where I say “How did I get here?… This is not my beautiful house!”.

I always get a little restless in springtime.

Or perhaps I’m just putting off working on my quilt.

If you’ve been living

April 30, 2002 - 7:43 pm 2 Comments

If you’ve been living under a rock for the past few months (or have no kids), you don’t know that Steve from Blue’s Clues is leaving. He’s off to become a rock star and there are samples of his work on his web page. Now the funny thing is the letters he’s been getting from people. Read the last letter on his Correspondence page. It’s pretty freaking amusing.

Ok, call me crazy,

April 30, 2002 - 2:57 pm Comments Off on Ok, call me crazy,

Ok, call me crazy, but if you’re going to be this damned crunchy-granola, why not breastfeed your kid? Oh, I guess it’s because breastmilk is dairy. Sheesh.

Sorry, folks. I’m not planning on having yet another political diatribe page, but I do have some hot buttons, and child welfare is one of them (especially breastfeeding. If I have to work this hard to nurse my kids, I just can’t understand those women to whom it comes effortlessly and they choose not to do it.

cleansing breath, cleansing breath

Sorry, I’m done now.

Hey, our pet rats

April 30, 2002 - 1:43 pm Comments Off on Hey, our pet rats

Hey, our pet rats keep disappearing
When the Taliban’s away, the calf we’ll slay
Oh for heaven’s sake, this is getting silly
Ahhhhh, France
For the Apocalyptic-phile in your life
To the tune of “Istanbul (not Constantinople)”
It’s only been TWELVE FRIGGING YEARS, but it’s out

│The church is pretty much saying, îIf you stop ordaining gays you╣ll stop the sexual abuse╣,▓ says the priest. │Isn╣t that like saying, îLet╣s stop ordaining blacks so there won╣t be any more crime in the rectories╣?▓
– a gay Catholic priest in New York

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

April 29, 2002 - 11:12 pm Comments Off on Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Wow, what a meal. Marinated grilled Cornish game hens, wilted spinach salad, and Greek lemon garlic potato wedges. We’re eating like grownups! It was a Kraft-free dinner. No mac and cheese for me, please.

I have absolutely no idea what I did today. It was like the day was a black hole and all my activities got sucked into it. #2 daughter has been exceedingly needy and DH has talked me into leaving both the girls with Grandma this weekend. We went out to dinner(!) with both the girls for the first time last night, and it actually went pretty well. It was a Mongolian BBQ joint and #1 daughter was loath to leave her plate with the man to get it cooked, though.

The 7 month old is a total monkey. She climbs stairs and perches on top of things. And she’s really quiet about it. I know that when it’s too quiet, I’ll find her being naughty.

So you’ve decided to

April 29, 2002 - 4:29 pm Comments Off on So you’ve decided to

So you’ve decided to be evil…
Those wacky *cough* Canadians
Random much?

I really hate dealing

April 28, 2002 - 11:48 pm Comments Off on I really hate dealing

I really hate dealing with idiots. I sold something on eBay to a guy who apparently used to be on but never bothered to update his email address. Strike #1. Then he updated it, I emailed him and told him to either Paypal me or let me know if he wanted to send a money order so I could provide a snail mail address, and he sent back a snippy reply saying that I didn’t give him an address. Strike #2. Next idiot thing he does, I’m going off on him.

After searching all over the darn town for nice outdoor furniture, we found some at the grocery store, of all places. Tonight we reclaimed our porch (that’s not our stuff, it’s the previous owner’s) and put a table and chairs out there. Then we sat down and had a really cold beer. Delicioso!

I know, I know, you’re asking “But where are the wastes of time? I want my wastes of time! First, I must direct you to the Waste of Time Forum, where you may chat with fellow time-wasters to your heart’s content.

Here’s more:
Tesselating Animation
Deja Vu
For the endowed-challenged
It’s kinda like Bejeweled, but not

Yummy! Uh…… yeah. So

April 28, 2002 - 12:16 am Comments Off on Yummy! Uh…… yeah. So


Uh…… yeah. So anyway, I’m sure you’ll all be happy to know that I have bought underwear for the first time in years. Mom always wanted me to have clean underwear with no holes, in case I was in a car wreck.

Oh, and no extra charge, ma’am.
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