Thursday, September 30, 2010


My boys are back from the moose hunt. I barely got a glance at my Little Guy, as he reached out the truck window for his backpack and was whisked off to school to finish out the day.
I'm not sure how he did; I talked to him at 10pm when they got back from the moose tagging station, and they were up at 3:30 for the long drive home.

When I finally got my hands on him at dinnertime, I stripped him on the spot and herded him to the shower.

"Awwww, Moooom...Do I have to???"

"YES!" Thing One and I yelled, in unison.

"But I just put on new underwear this morning!"



They've been gone for 6 days. I asked for all the dirty clothes and was handed a plastic Hannaford sack. It wasn't full.
I'm not even sorting it. I'm just dumping it in the machine with a bottle of bleach.

It's for the best.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

I could never be a slacker

How do people do it, staying home all day?

There is NOTHING worth watching on tv (at night, either).
Everybody else is AT WORK.

Really, all there is to do

Let's recap the damage I did today, shall we?

My day started with a dire choice: shower, or coffee. I chose the former. It was not a wise choice.
By the time I got home from work at noon, I was a raving ravenous monster.

In short order, I polished off 3 ginormous (Not kidding here, I made these with an ice cream scoop. They're as big as your head.) chocolate chip cookies and a big glass of milk.

While I munched and dunked the cookies, and snorted the crumbs, I unearthed 2 lobster tails in the fridge. They quickly became mixed with Ritz crackers, butter, pepper and garlic.
While that warmed up in the oven, I ate a bowl of cereal. It was available.
I realized how inefficient it was to run the oven for that small bowl of stuffing, so I threw some chicken in to bake, though Miss Thing had already chosen burgers for dinner.
I know, I saw the warning sign, too, but chose to ignore it.

Sure enough, I ate one of the chicken breasts after I chowed down the stuffing. Thing One is getting the rest of them for dinner.

By the end of my marathon, it was 1pm.

I'm now full to the gills, and the thought of food is making my eyeballs bulge.

Except, curiously, I have a craving for Cream of Wheat.

Where'd I put that bottle of pepto??

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Monday, September 27, 2010

Teal Toes!

VeryCoolPhoto used with permission from Jen M. Thanks, Jen!

September is Ovarian Cancer Awareness month. I know it's the 27th. I'm just squeakin' it in.

Be Aware. Be alert. Be vigilant.

Know the signs.

Teal is the color associated with Ovarian Cancer. (Who gets to choose the colors? I want that job!)

As I'm a pink-or-beige nail polish kinda gal, if I showed up with Teal Toes, my neighbors would think I flipped my lid and would be scanning my body for tattoos and piercings and go looking for bodies in my basement. They will not find tattoos or piercings, thus leading to discussion of ovarian cancer. No comment on the bodies in the basement. I'm scared to go down there, there could be anything in there. 

Yes, I've lived in this house for 14 years and have never seen the basement crawl space. Is that not normal?

Check out Teal Toes for more information; what a great way to get people talking!

Go meet Jennie. Put a beautiful face to the ugly words Ovarian Cancer. She'll tell you what it's all about, making you laugh and cry along the way.
She'll make you remember that the words you see on your screen represent a woman somewhere, dealing with a situation that shouldn't exist.

It's a good day for chocolate chip cookies. If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Christopher Walken is an Alien

I'm pretty sure, anyway.

This song needs a little more Cow Bell.

I SO want to to party with this guy.