I hate

I hate this blog. Well how it looks anyway. It frustrates me that I can’t modify this template or better still, design my own. I might just move it off stupid blogger soon anyway. [this doesn't apply anymore now that I'm on the lover-ly wordpress!!]
I was going to make this a laundry list of things to bitch about, but right now I can only think of one. I was browsing today and was reminded of an old pet peeve. Guys who think their balls are the size of church bells and therefore feel the need to spread their legs so far apart that they take up half of a subway bench meant for 6 people. The following quote from Overheard in New York:

Woman: I’m sorry, I know this is probably a lot to ask for, so I apologize, but do you think that you could maybe close your legs a little bit, please?
Suit, with his legs still spread wide: No. My balls are too big.

–7 train

Overheard by: cowering in corner

I do love that site, but I can only read it so often. It makes me miss home too much.

UPDATE:

I hate something else, too. Overpriced Family Activities. I’m not paying $20 a person just to be allowed into a place where I’m obligated to spend more money. It’s still a bummer though. I was looking forward to this all week.

Hope everyone else’s weekend was more fun than mine.

I guess I am a trifile verbose

Below is my entire blog. Condensed into a word cloud. I should totally take all the entries down and just leave with this

PS- The fact that “Irish” and “Razberry” are in there is ALL YOUR FAULT LYNN!!!!!

Wednesday Sharetime

As you know, I went to the laundromat yesterday, child in tow. She kept herself very well entertained. To wit:

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Update!

I’m feeling better today. Ducky, however required a COMPLETE change of clothes at the laundromat today. She shit herself 1 minute before the clothes she shit on yesterday were dry. I had to let her run around in a diaper and sandals for a few minutes. I felt like such a scumbag! But other than copious amounts of diarrhea, she’s fine. Eating, drinking, sleeping, playing, raising hell. J/Daddy The Highlander, on the other hand, is practically in the fetal position under his desk. He’s out of there as soon as his paycheck arrives.

Murphy’s Law

When we decided that Ducky was going into daycare, I thought, “wonderful”. Now when I get sick, I can actually take care of myself. Well thinking, that was my first mistake. I have to keep Ducky home tommorrow because she had one “loose BM” today, and now I’M SICK. So I’m back in SAHM territory AND I have to go to work on Wednesday. [/whine]

Hi, I’d like to place an order for delivery

Take out. For the third night in a row. Pizza this time. Last night it was Taco Bell. And the night before that, it was you guessed it, pizza!! Hey, I’m from Brooklyn. I could probably eat pizza every day for the rest of my life, as long as I got a calzone or some garlic knots once a week to break the monotony.

But wait, there’s more. I actually went to the effort of going to the grocery store with baby in tow, in a downpour in order to buy food to make for dinner. And did I mention that torrential rain, squirming toddler and rubber flip flops are a bad combination? If I had run, I would have be road kill. I could barely walk without falling on my face. And I had to buy another fucking balloon for Ducky. Whenever it was raining like that, my grandfather used to say “It’s a nice day for ducks” Now that I have a duck, it always makes me smile.

They call her Ducky-Duck or Ducky at her daycare now. The teachers still try to call her by her real name [If you email me, I'll tell you her name and J/DaddyThe Highlander's too, if you really want to know. I'm just a weesy bit overprotective] but they fail miserably. And the kids have latched on to it. I think it’s because all kids can say “Duck”. Ducky herself won’t be able to pronounce her own [given] name until she’s at least 21.

I don’t know what else to say. I’m tempted to quote some song lyrics or something, but I’ll get a hold of my self already.

It’s been a difficult week for me. I have no idea why though. I have worked 5 days a week before, but this was rough. Waa! I have to work 5 days a week, waa!! feel sorry for me and stuff. Just kidding. But if you want to feel sorry for me, go right ahead, it’s a free country.

Gotta go, pizza’s here!

Hot and Sticky

That’s what I am right now!!

We had a really good and relaxing weekend. I needed it too, because I have to work 5 days a week like everybody else now!

My Mom came over on Saturday afternoon, and we hung out and played with Ducky. Then J/Daddy The Highlander and I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean. It was L-O-N-G. After that we went to Houlihan’s. I know, a chain restaurant, but what do you want from me? I live in New Jersey. All we have are malls and chains!!

While we were gone, my mom and Ducky took a walk and went to the park.

After breakfast this morning, I brought my mom to see my office, and my boss was there, so we went in. And Ducky was her usual adorable self. We went to the bakery next, and she took her little biscotti sample, and took it to a table to eat it!

Next we went to Panera Bread (another chain, give me a break!!!) for lunch, then to Lowe’s for gardening stuff, and finally to my mother-in-law’s grave to plant flowers. I have wanted to go this for a while, but I have a brown thumb.

I suppose that’s not strictly true. I know how to garden. I should, my parents made me help my entire childhood. I just hate it!

It looks really good. I’m glad I did it!

I also cooked a semi awesome dinner tonight. Baked chicken breasts topped with cream of mushroom soup, peas and chicken and broccoli rice.

That is all. I’m off to Quick Chek to get pound cake and chocolate pudding!

Later!

TGIF!

So I just finished my fourth week back in the workforce. (That word is so awesome. I’m part of a FORCE!!) Things are going well. I’ve been working 3 days a week, but until we get caught up (whenever that will be) I will be working 5 days a week. I’m sooo glad that we bit the bullet and enrolled the duck full time. I am almost creaming myself over the idea of the extra money.

But if I didn’t have mixed emotions, I wouldn’t be me, right? I miss my daughter. I wish I could be a fly on the wall at her day care. I worry that the other kids don’t like her (I don’t have any evidence of this, just my own nuttiness). I know she won’t grow up to be a serial killer because she was in a bright clean cheerful pre-school. What bugs me is the nagging suspicion that her teachers are doing a better job than I do.

The other bummer news is that we picked up Tia’s ashes today. It’s a pitifully small amount of ashes. It’s really hard to know that I will never pet her fur again, and that she’ll never curl into my belly again.

No more pet talk guys. I promise to find something to bitch about soon!! Until then, I have a question for you. Why are there so many songs about rainbows?

Not naming names

I am so through with gossip websites/blogs. When I was home with Ducky full time, I developed a little internet addiction. First it was a message board, which got drama packed and was taking up too much of my time, even after I got banned!

Then, since I love babies, I found a certain website that writes about Celebrities’ Babies. And that was OK, (and I still do read it)until it opened other doors of gossip. And my god, I am sooooo sick of all of them. I’ve had enough of the rest of them though. I’m sick and tired of “Give me hits! But I’m sooo busy I can’t post! Don’t you know I have a life?” So fuck ‘em. I’m out. I’d rather read REAL people’s blogs, anyway.

Happier Thoughts

Not much to say, I just want to bump the last post out of the top slot. Thanks for your well wishes about Tia. I appreciate it!

So, on to happier thoughts!