2007, I bid you a fond farewell

Today is December 31, 2007. The last day of the year. And I just stopped writing 2006 on my checks! I had every intention of writing a paragraph or two on each month, but really, aren’t we all tired of me waxing rhapsodic? Didn’t I just cover, in excruciating detail my whole life in 30 days?Don’t answer that! It was a rhetorical question. Even I get sick of all my navel-gazing. So instead, I’ll just grab my favorite post(s) from each month. In the interest of full disclosure, I stole this idea from the funniest woman East of Target.

A little different than the 2006 recap, but I’m all about variety here at Type (little) a.

January- That’s right, I’m talking about Camel Toe

February- She’s going to fucking hate me for telling this story, but what’s a Mommy blog without a good poop story?

March- It’s got electronics! And secrets! And Spaghetti! I’m like 007!

April- This one time? At band camp? We got evacuated.

May- There were big girl beds. And there was puke.

June- The post that makes everyone cry

July- GODZILLA!! 

August-  To lighten this heavy post about babies, I bring you this lighthearted inappropriate post about incest and birth defects.

September- I am a fattie. 

October- We discover tainted beef in my freezer. 

November-  We briefly lose our minds and contemplate a Disney vacation.

December- I become a certified douche. 

Where the “magic” happens

…altenatively, To Alleen, who thinks my house is organized…………

Old Year’s Resolution

I resolve to throw out the pumpkins on my balcony before 2008.

D’oh!

I’ve been looking at everyone’s Christmas pictures, on Flickr and blogs. And then I smacked myself in the forehead. I DIDN’T TAKE ANY PICTURES ON CHRISTMAS MORNING. What kind of a mother am I??? In my defense, The Highlander videotaped the whole thing, and it was very cute, except that the night before, I grabbed a tank top to wear to bed which did not fit very well, in the, ahem, “northern states”. So while there were no full on nip-slips, I’m still NEVER showing that video to anyone.

Ducky was so well behaved. Before she opened each present, she said “Is this really for me?”

And today, Ducky and I met Holly and her kids for lunch. We had a great time. So glad to have met you guys!

Peace (Out) on Earth

Merry Christmas from the crazy leaning family!

I think I’ll take a wee blogging break and ENJOY my time off from work. We went to CT celebrate Christmas yesterday, and I’m exhausted. But so happy. It was a GREAT night. So here’s a picture to tide you over until I come back.

Hope your holidays are as wonderful as mine have been so far.

Kisses!!!!!!!

I feel old

OK, what is the deal with Facebook? It is so confusing. You can write on walls, and um, well that’s as far as I got. I only joined because my cousin asked me to, and she doesn’t have a MySpace. Which is also dumb, but a DIFFERENT kind of dumb. (ie, I am used to MySpace).

Any hints for a noob?

And to any of you who already know my full, legal government name, feel free to “poke” me. See, I’m keeping up the young people’s lingo….

My husband is a bastard

He just got an iPod touch. (A gift from work)

Fucker.

(umm, yeah. that’s the “headboard” or back piece of Ducky’s crib. and behind the couch is where it will stay until kingdom come. or we get all our baby shit to the the storage unit.)

Gimme, gimme more

Can you believe that Jamie Lynn Spears is pregnant? My jaw hit the floor!

I really can’t be too catty. I *could* have gotten pregnant at 16, I just didn’t. So I shouldn’t judge. And there are worse things to be than pregnant. Let’s hope Jamie is a better mother than Britney, or her own mother, Lynne. Shit, look up “Stage Mother” in the dictionary and you’ll see Lynne Spears’ picture.

UPDATE: Lynne’s parenting book is delayed. Hahahahahaha. Who would have bought it anyway?

Sickening

I’m so loved, cared for and supported it makes me sick, really.

First all you guys who said such nice, supportive things after I failed my test.

And my best friend sent this via email “Sorry that you didn’t pass the test. Must have been really difficult; you are usually a whiz at that stuff. I’m assuming that you know your stuff and the test had many invalid questions. Better luck with the next round.”

And the Hubby. He was amazing, before and after. I can’t possibly enumerate all the ways he’s been wonderful this week. Just trust me on this one.

He believes in me. It’s great.

I don’t know why it surprises me, my parents were/are always loving and supportive, and always had huge amounts of faith in me. I guess that means I don’t take it for granted.

Like I said, sickening. You people are supposed to call me a loser (thanks a lot Kevin!) so I can be all, “Yeah, I’ll show you assholes!!”

No really. Thanks for your support. It’s like a cozy blanket on a chilly night. And thanks for not being Assholes.

Mommy, this song is not cute

Top 8 songs that I’ve been listening to this week that Ducky has given a thumbs down, or a “Mommy, I don’t want this one, this song is not cute” to.

1. “No One” Alicia Keys

2. “Under Pressure” Queen and David Bowie

3. “This Woman’s Work” Kate Bush

4. “Rush of Blood to the Head” Coldplay

5. “Lose Yourself” Eminem

6. “Where I Stood” Missy Higgins

7. “Track 4″ Sigur Ros

8. ‘‘The Weakness in Me” Joan Armtrading

(Could only find a cover. If you like the song, DEFINATELY get the Joan Armatrading version.)
Songs Ducky had proclaimed “cute” and that I pretend I don’t have in my ipod when we’re in the car.

“When You’re Gone” Avril Lavigne

“Gimme More” Briney Spears