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March 28, 2007
At the park
Stuck
March 27, 2007
A full day's work
It has taken me all day (since 10:00) to get this far. I'm exhausted! The next big step is smocking, which I hope won't take too long. I think tonight would go a lot better if a certain 5-year-old hadn't broke the DVD player this afternoon, rendering the TiVo unusuable as well. It's gonna be a long one...send some help (or Mello Yello, whichever is easier).
About time
Finally sewing SG's Easter dress. Wish me luck!
March 23, 2007
Countdown...tick, tock
One hour and 7 minutes until SPRING BREAK officially begins!!
March 20, 2007
Alert! Alert!
Originally there was supposed to be a Grey's Anatomy repeat this Thursday night, but I just realized (thank you TiVo!) that it is NEW!!!! I'll even share the preview because I love y'all so much (or I'm a Grey's addict...yeah, that too)
March 15, 2007
Too Early!
Things that may or may not* be said between the hours of 5:30 and 7:00 a.m. on any given day:
Southern Mom:
Your alarm clock! Turn it off! It's loud, you're going to wake up the whole house! TURN IT OFF!!!
(a few minutes later)
Your cell phone! It's your cell phone! No, not your alarm clock! YOUR CELL PHONE!!!!!
(when he finally stops the noise)
I don't know why you set an alarm clock when you can't hear it! It wakes everyone up BUT you!
Southern Dad:
Shut up! (still quite asleep, mind you)
Southern Mom (round 2):
Turn that *%@^%$! alarm clock off before I beat your @$$!
Soutern Dad! Southern Dad! SOUTHERN DAD!!! I SAID TURN IT OFF!!!!!!
(possibly some hitting may occur at this point, either on the head, on the back, or kicking of the shins)
You have a problem. Quit setting your alarm clock! You never use it to get up, I'm the one who gets you awake when MY alarm clock goes off!
Southern Dad:
You want some cheese with that whine?
Southern Mom:
Oh, that's nice. 1988 called and wants it's snappy putdown back!
Southern Dad:
Shut up!
Lather, rinse, repeat every GD morning!
*who am I kidding, we actually say all of this. Every. Morning.
March 13, 2007
No jinxing, please
Ok, apparently comments seem to be working this morning. At least on this computer. I don't know if it's a browser thing, because I use FF at home, but I use IE at work. At any rate, I'm probably jinxing the whole damn thing by writing a post about my comments working. And? If they don't work for you today? Then just fuck* the whole non comment working thing!
*Just for you, Truvy!
March 12, 2007
Yep...Tennessee
Quite, um, interesting news from Tennessee was released on The Smoking Gun. As it turns out, her birthday was yesterday, too, but I wanted to go on the record right here, right now that I am NOT the lovely lady pictured in the article (seriously, you must see the picture!). Glad we got that cleared up!
*I think comments are still broken. Damnit.
Damn Damn Damn
I have no idea why my blog decides to have a breakdown every once in a while, but comments are messed up on that last entry (thanks for the heads up, Mrs. Flinger!) But, as I told my 2 co-workers today...I JUST DON'T CARE ANYMORE! Maybe it's the whole entering the third trimester thing, maybe it's school burnout, or maybe it's because I have become a referee widow (welcome baseball season!)...I don't know, but frankly I just don't have the desire to care about it. I'm not meaning to sound like a "Debby Downer;" think of it as more of a "Don't Worry, Be Happy" way of life! You know "Oh, the kitchen's on fire? Well, I'll grab the marshmallows!" school of thought. So anyway, back to the comments...maybe they'll work on this post (that's they way it was "fixed" the last time), but if they don't you can still email me.
March 11, 2007
Random bits...
(because where did last week go?)
So, last week just totally passed me by...sorry about that!
I've been feeling rather large lately, and the matter is NOT helped by Southern Dad telling me (often) "you are really big!" or "you weren't this big when you were ready to deliver Southern Girl!" FUN TIMES! But I was told Friday at my Dr. appointment not to worry at all, because I am measuring a wee bit behind the 25 weeks that I am. So let me give a big "one finger salute" to Southern Dad! (ETA: Not that he's trying to be mean...he's saying it in a joking manner. I just wanted to clear that up so y'all wouldn't think that he's a big ole jerk to his pregnant wife!)
I'd love to be able to bitch about a couple of things that are REALLY bothering me, but it just so happens that one thing deals with work and the other is about certain family members (one relative, her spouse, and their 2 evil spawn kids), which we all know BOTH are big NO-NOs to discuss on your blog. So I guess I'll just have to stew on my own.
I am sick of re-runs on TV. I NEED new Grey's! (never mind that I have several other shows on my TiVo that I can't seem to find the time to watch)
I've mentioned before that I sew a little...I've smocked several outfits for Southern Boy in the past, and I've made Southern Girl several simple dresses. Well, I was given a smocking pleater for Christmas (the one thing I had been missing to be able to make my own smocked clothes for So. Girl), but I can't seem to get my act together enough to get Southern Girl a dress made for Easter. I have to get my butt in gear, because It's not something that can be whipped up in a couple of days. But really? Who am I kidding? I can't even find an outfit to BUY Southern Boy for Easter.
Speaking of Easter...Do you know how hard it is to find a decent maternity dress that doesn't look like a circus tent? Next to impossible!
That's it....I'm spent...Daylight savings time may have only taken ONE hour from me, but it feels like I've pulled an all-nighter. I guess that's what turning 31 TWENTY-ELEVEN will do to you! At least my birthday this year has been leaps and bounds better than last year when I was in the throws of post-partum depression with a wee tiny 3 week old baby AND leaving my twentys behind. That sucked big time! I'm proud to report that (unlike last year) no tears were shed during the birthday festivities today! And now I'm going to bed to keep it that way...