May 26, 2006
Heeeere kitty kitty kitty
I got nuthin’ right now. Really. I went to lunch with my soon-to-be-a-Coloradoan friend (is that a word? It is now!), and I’m just totally bummed that we didn’t do more lunches before now.
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May 26, 2006
The New Black
Halleluja, praise the Lord! Amy remembered to bring her Camera Store gift certificates to work today so she can get some frikkin’ ink and print over the weekend!
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May 25, 2006
“Oh where, oh where, has my little dog gone..
Oh where oh where can he beeee? With his ears cut short and his tail cut long, oh where oh where can he beee? Woof woof!”
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May 25, 2006
Alas, no Rock-o-Plane tonight.
Well, the weather held out for our parish picnic tonight, which was great, but unfortunately M’s horrible allergies sidelined him for the Rock-o-Plane. He just didn’t feel up to it. Our nephew Joey had a blast, though, riding just about everything but the Rock-o-Plane. Your time will come, young Jedi.
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May 24, 2006
Hi, I’m Mrs. Crankypants. Nice to meet you.
Yes, yes. The foul mood continues. Although it shouldn’t. The sun is still out so far (keep your fingers crossed for the picnic tonight). I’ve just finished a perfectly delightful frozen Weight Watchers pizza (topped with, apparently, a healthy dose of sarcasm). I’m receiving positive feedback about the blog. I remembered to wear a kicky little scarf today. At 2:30 this afternoon I’m receiving a complimentary facial from a new esthetician here at the spa. All is right with the world, yes?
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May 24, 2006
Mama said there’d be days like this, there’d be days like this my mama said
Ugh. Late night last night (not due to Zoe Grace), early morning today. My barista offered me a lovely smile (she looked like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz) and a delectable mocha, so it’s getting better. The yellow brick road is always a little easier with a frothy hot mocha (decaf grande non-fat no-whip, thank you).
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May 24, 2006
Rubber Duckie…You’re The One…
As promised, here are pix of Zoe enjoying her bath.
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May 23, 2006
Num Lock
You know what really freaks me out? When I inadvertently hit “Num Lock” on my keyboard and suddenly the number keys on the right side of the keyboard don’t work anymore. I spend about 30 seconds hyperventilating and trying to figure out why weird things happen when I use those keys (I am addicted to those keys…the numbers across the top of the keyboard are worthless and should only be used for the special little symbols above the numbers) and then I finally realize, “Ohhhhh, my num lock is off!” Which, thankfully, I did not say out loud, keeping my officemates/family members from becoming alarmed that something is seriously wrong with me.
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May 23, 2006
Because it’s fun.
Tomorrow night is our church picnic. Mike and his dad are planning to ride the Rock-o-Plane, otherwise known as the Eggroll. I prefer to call it The Spinning Wheel of Death. We hit the picnic at Mary Magdalene on Saturday, simply so they could ride the Rock-o-Plane there. Mike didn’t take his Dramamine in enough time, so of course he felt queasy afterwards. It wasn’t a replay of the Top Gun episode at King’s Island a few years ago (thank God), but it was touch and go there for awhile. Although if you ask him about that he’ll proudly tell you, “Hey, it was a clean hurl!”
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May 23, 2006
Uh oh. I’ve just e-mailed everyone in my address book. And asked them to come here.
Well, the deed is done. I’ve now alerted everyone to the fact that I have a blog. Which means I have to update my blog. With photographs of Zoe. Which means I actually have to make photographs of Zoe.
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