Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Which book is it where “Busy, busy, busy” is a code phrase for something? It’s either Tom Robbins or Kurt Vonnegut. Anyway, it’s true here.

Last Friday, my friend and her baby came over to play and have dinner. Then M.S. came in with her friend to spend the night and get tattoos. And yes, they are huge – but pretty. I personally don’t get the concept of tattoos, but I do have pierced ears so I guess permanent body modifications (other than the yards of stretch marks pregnancy gives you) aren’t beyond my ken.

Sunday we recovered, then Monday I went to San Antonio for the day to run some errands with my brother. Tuesday was Wound Care Day, then Wednesday my friend came back over with her baby and we hung out all day. My year-old was totally unruly and screamy all day, and after noticing the drool and finger chewing I noticed that she was cutting a molar and her gum was really inflamed and bleeding on top of it, so we’ve fed her some Motrin and today it’s like we have a whole new baby.

Tomorrow my nephew comes to spend the weekend, then next week we’re going to take the kids to visit their grandparents, then next weekend we go to the ranch, then back home, then to Houston for Thanksgiving, then back down to the ranch again.

Thank goodness we never bothered to take down the Christmas lights on the trees last year.

The three year old is officially a Krispy Kreme addict. She’s had three doughnuts since dinner and is begging for more. Also, today she decided that she’d rather watch Gone With the Wind than The Wizard of Oz. Not the best movie choice, I guess, since she was confused at the point where Scarlett shot the bad Yankee man, but I digress.

I got three packages today in the mail. I love eBay.

My 14 year old nephew is coming to visit this weekend. Our guest room is detached from the main house, over the garage. My idea was to show him The Ring, then wait until he goes to bed and sneak up and zap on the TV playing the cursed video. But then I decided I didn’t want to clean up pee from the carpet, or have to deal with my brother bitching at me that his son hasn’t slept in 6 weeks.

Bet it’d be really funny though. Heh.

And I thought The Ring gave me nightmares… Michael Jackson gives me the serious creeps these days. Brrrrrrr.

Woohoo, now I have yet another thing wrong with me! I have Trochanteric Bursitis in my hip. It’s ok though, because it means I get to sit around a lot and make hub do stuff for me.

About that vacuum cleaner boobie thing – I don’t need it! They say I’m healing so well that it’s not necessary. Yay!

As some of you may have noticed, I’ve been blogging quite sporadically lately. This has prompted emails, conversations, and harranguing instant messenger conversations. You know who you are. You see, the thing is that I feel like every time I’ve posted lately, I’ve been whining about something. I don’t want to bore anyone with my crap. Like just today, my plantar fasciitis really flared up and then over the course of the day my left hip has gone from mildly uncomfortable to making-me-cry-tears-of-pain-when-trying-to-walk. Who knows why. I’m falling apart! Pretty soon I’m going to be in little pieces scattered all over the room! Stop me before I use another exclamation point!

Ha, too late.

So in the interest of non-whininess and updatingness, I offer up these links for your personal enjoyment:

It’s Paint By Numbers without the mess!
Vinyl, tape, CD… vinyl? I’m getting dizzy.
Babs froths at the mouth again, claims Wellstone was offed. Here, Babs, have a Valium and read this wonderful quote by not-Shakespeare.
If the Jackass movie is making you barf, you’re not alone. And if it makes you lose control in other ways, you’re covered.

Went to the Houston International Quilt Show today, and walked around for about 2.5 hours, and I didn’t see even half of what was there. I did buy 22 yards of fabric for under $100, which is way cool.

Princess Leia has a new message.