Is this any less annoying than the Gangsta Name Generator?
Planning a comeback. Check back soon!
Look what I’ve found! A moment to write you. September 28, 2008
I’m hoping this week won’t be so ridiculously busy & I can find a brief moment to catch y’all up on what it is I’ve been up to [starting with long-since-past vacation … gawd!] Wish me luck.
Utilizing the invaluable Gangsta Name Generator tool [good for keeping it sorta real],
I found that who we have here are, “Butt-Jugglin Train Jumpa [left] & Sweet Indian”.
So, word to your mother.
Outness,
Fly-ass Ass Grabba
[Question of the day: What’s your gangsta name?]
I’m sorry for not communicating, but sometimes it’s very hard to write on a moving planet September 25, 2008
Today, this rock. Tomorrow, world domination.
Please, don’t feed the bears September 4, 2008
I’m not sure when she turned on us. But Mom was a
real bear the first morning we went to the mountains.
I can’t do it now [it’s 12:45 a.m. y’all!], but I haven’t forgotten & totally still plan to post, “Vacation: A Photo Blog” [Isn’t that what I planned to call it?] So tomorrow. Yeah. Tomorrow.
Until then, send up nice thoughts for me, because you guys … work is kickin’ my butt!
But not as much as Gatlinburg kicked Harold’s.
So, I’m left to ponder whether this is normal, or whether my
husband has taken the first difficult steps towards full-blown dementia.
And also, his shorts are not as short as they appear :::shiver:::
Long weekend! August 29, 2008
Remember to let yourself relax this Labor Day before letting yourself go this winter!
Have fun & be safe!
I get by with a little help from my friends August 27, 2008
Yesterday, ‘job-with-added-responsibilities’ turned into job wherein I was told that I now have 17 direct reports [That’s 17 people that REPORT. DIRECTLY. TO ME.] So, heading home last night armed with that knowledge, coupled with various action items I was given to do but didn’t exactly know how to & wrapped in a sensation of being swept downstream in a swift moving current – also while wearing lead undies – I am not ashamed to tell y’all that I went home & my shit fell apart. And by fell apart I mean that I ate a bowl of cereal for dinner & instructed my family that if they wanted sustenance & nourishment that they should do the same. If they wanted to. It was ultimately their decision. Then I flopped down on the couch & proceeded to fall directly asleep. I’m talking the kind of sleep wherein you answer questions like a crazy person straight out of your everloving head. And you frighten the children.
H: “Honey, have you fed the dogs yet?”
L: “Clogs been shed yet?”
H: “Dogs been fed yet?”
L: “I want you to go to bed now.”
H: “I’ll take that as a NO.”
L: “Mfffflllpfff.”
So, I was completely incoherent on the couch until 1:20 a.m. before finally dragging off to bed. And once there, I started thinking. About work. And ‘job-with-added-responsibilities’. And 17 direct reports. And I couldn’t fall back to sleep for what seemed like all the minutes that ever were. But then I did. And for another 4 hours I enjoyed sweet slumber. With no thoughts of work. Zzzzzzzz. Yeah, but then I woke up.
[Cut to ‘job-with-added-responsibilities’]
I had just gotten in & was sitting in my office dreading all that lay before me when my lovely friend Holly came in all, “You look very pretty today.” [Just … awwwwww!] And proceeded to toss a purple envelope at me. “What’s thi…?” “Hey, where are you goi… ?” “Um, ok.” And with that she was gone.
I opened the purple envelope. It was a card. JUST FOR ME! And it said,
“My Guide to a Happy Life
Be healthy.
Pursue a passion.
Enjoy the simple things.
Have a wonderful friend like you.”
With a warm, personal sentiment about how glad she is that we’re friends!
Aw, you guys! Just … honestly. Wasn’t that so nice. Seriously?! WASN’T THAT NICE? I don’t deserve her! She is all rocking and kick ass and good looking and wise. And also TIMELY. It was just what I needed & I appreciated it so much.
So in conclusion, a little bit of friendship goes a long way. Go show some friend love today. To me if you want! And thanks, H for making my day.
I’m all over the place in this one August 25, 2008
I’m sorry it’s been a while since my last post, but we’ve been busy beavers over here. And that is because following vacation [which, incidentally, I plan to post about photo-essay style at a later time, and that time being when I find the time to upload my pictures to the computer].
And speaking of photos, I would be remiss not to share this awesome deal from Walgreens with you:
Here’s hoping that comes across as a clickable link.
Do you ever get startled by a glare in your glasses? Ha! Like, out of the corner of your eye you’ll see a flash of light that looks like something just shot past you & you’re all, “Whoa! What the heck was that?” No? Maybe its just these stupid BIFOCALS. Whatever.
I could look this up, because I’m researchy like that, but in an attempt to save time, do y’all have any suggestions for rawhides that don’t become soggy throat plugs when chewed? Because my dogs lives are at stake here.
I think she’s talking about me.
Is anyone else sad that summer’s almost over? This is my summer of decent TAN [well, by pale white-girl standards anyway]. Why must you end? And back to school. Ugh! Back to school means HOMEWORK and homework equals stress. Because homework results in grades. Grades that are important and for a 15 year old … also future-determining! Ack. Plus it also means that instead of leisurely morning routines [because said beautiful children are still sleeping during leisurely morning routine], that mornings will now entail assuring that 15 year old is up, dressed halfway presentable & out the door by 6:20 [I repeat, “Ack”] and that 8 year old is up, dressed, fed, has teeth brushed, that backpack contains all necessary papers, permission slips and chapstick and is on the bus BEFORE finalizing self to get out the door in a timely manner to arrive at job-with-added-responsibilities at an acceptable hour.
[Shoot! Look at the time. It’s 1:25 a.m. I have to get to bed.]
I’ll be back soon with more on these topics AND Vacation: A Photo Essay. Until then, back to school, we spit on you. And then, we sing John Mayer.
