I'm getting rid of everything I'm not currently wearing or sitting on.
consider it a ritual cleansing.
I'm gonna blow the craigslist server.
EVERYDAMNTHING is going.
goinggoinggoinggoinggoing...going.
if you are in need of a particular item...chances are I have two or three in my basement, attic or shed.
place your requests.
everything goes.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
end of the line
well, folks...
that's it. we are officially and completely out of money. in fact, we're so out of money we're in the red. way red. super mega galactic red. we're so red its black and blue.
we gave it a good run and tried like hell to hang on to this house, but we're at the end of the line.
I'm not sure whether it'll be sold, foreclosed, bartered, traded or nuked...but I'm done pissing my kids' futures away on a mortgage that yields me absolutely NOTHING in equity.
the neighborhood is gorgeous and the schools are awesome...but when my daughter needs $2,000 worth of textbooks her first semester of college (god knows...by then they might cost more)...
I'll be damned if she has to borrow to buy them.
looking at apartments. reducing expenses. going to school.
making this future thing happen.
that's it. we are officially and completely out of money. in fact, we're so out of money we're in the red. way red. super mega galactic red. we're so red its black and blue.
we gave it a good run and tried like hell to hang on to this house, but we're at the end of the line.
I'm not sure whether it'll be sold, foreclosed, bartered, traded or nuked...but I'm done pissing my kids' futures away on a mortgage that yields me absolutely NOTHING in equity.
the neighborhood is gorgeous and the schools are awesome...but when my daughter needs $2,000 worth of textbooks her first semester of college (god knows...by then they might cost more)...
I'll be damned if she has to borrow to buy them.
looking at apartments. reducing expenses. going to school.
making this future thing happen.
climbing like monkies
I'm proud of my daughter.
she led her friend on a pretty fast-paced hike (including two hanging wire water traverses)...
to the crag.
she then reached the top of every climb we put her on...and asked to do it, again. (this had NOTHING to do with the ice cream bribery, I'm sure).
she hiked on out with a pack and a climbing rope on her back with an air of confidence I'm not used to seeing in her.
it was cool to see my kid handle herself with such self-assurance...
even cooler to see her climbing and carrying a rope.
...there is hope for her yet.
she led her friend on a pretty fast-paced hike (including two hanging wire water traverses)...
to the crag.
she then reached the top of every climb we put her on...and asked to do it, again. (this had NOTHING to do with the ice cream bribery, I'm sure).
she hiked on out with a pack and a climbing rope on her back with an air of confidence I'm not used to seeing in her.
it was cool to see my kid handle herself with such self-assurance...
even cooler to see her climbing and carrying a rope.
...there is hope for her yet.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
karmic bitch slap
I need to realign my energies.
the universe is getting back at me.
for me...it tends to manifest itself in physical, more specifically, mechanical ways.
the volvo is in a bad way. after having the timing belt and water pump replaced less than a month ago, the something or other cam, hydraulic, exhaust crank whatchamajigger in close proximity to said belt, is now blown, as well.
blown on the way to west virginny, but I'm soooo not ready to talk about that disastrous fiasco, yet. maybe never.
on the way to pick up the dying grocery getter...a stone cracked oqui's windshield...
right in my face.
I saw it coming about 45 seconds before it happened. I knew.
I also know where this is heading. If I don't correct my cosmic swirl...this could get bad. really bad.
times of transition and indecision tend to bring about this energy for me.
I'm done trying to figure out the signs...I'm just gonna (very calmly) look inside, figure out what I WANT and project a positive future. I know how powerful my mind is. I delivered a baby in less than 3 hours with literally NO PAIN.
full moon is next tuesday. I can reign this in...I just have to relax.
the universe is getting back at me.
for me...it tends to manifest itself in physical, more specifically, mechanical ways.
the volvo is in a bad way. after having the timing belt and water pump replaced less than a month ago, the something or other cam, hydraulic, exhaust crank whatchamajigger in close proximity to said belt, is now blown, as well.
blown on the way to west virginny, but I'm soooo not ready to talk about that disastrous fiasco, yet. maybe never.
on the way to pick up the dying grocery getter...a stone cracked oqui's windshield...
right in my face.
I saw it coming about 45 seconds before it happened. I knew.
I also know where this is heading. If I don't correct my cosmic swirl...this could get bad. really bad.
times of transition and indecision tend to bring about this energy for me.
I'm done trying to figure out the signs...I'm just gonna (very calmly) look inside, figure out what I WANT and project a positive future. I know how powerful my mind is. I delivered a baby in less than 3 hours with literally NO PAIN.
full moon is next tuesday. I can reign this in...I just have to relax.
wrong move
what was supposed to be a quick drink and a song or two has turned into six hours at a concert with the boys...
while I'm at home with the baby...
when our relationship is at an extremely fragile juncture...
when we JUST HAD this fight three days ago...
when I'm feeling a bit insecure about this whole gig and he knows it...
bad move.
there's no way in hell I'm marrying someone so hell bent on acting like a bachelor.
I am soooo not the wait at home with the baby while her man parties type.
I'm half tempted to be gone before he gets home...only thing stopping me (in this as in all things) is the sleeping baby.
I'm over the arguing bit. I'm done with drama. I'm not gonna fight.
it was just a really bad fucking move.
while I'm at home with the baby...
when our relationship is at an extremely fragile juncture...
when we JUST HAD this fight three days ago...
when I'm feeling a bit insecure about this whole gig and he knows it...
bad move.
there's no way in hell I'm marrying someone so hell bent on acting like a bachelor.
I am soooo not the wait at home with the baby while her man parties type.
I'm half tempted to be gone before he gets home...only thing stopping me (in this as in all things) is the sleeping baby.
I'm over the arguing bit. I'm done with drama. I'm not gonna fight.
it was just a really bad fucking move.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
give it a whirl
we're going to west virginny to "climb" this weekend.
taking both kids.
packing all my barely edible rice products.
hoping to avoid any and all contact with bees...
and gonna pretend I remember how to climb.
gonna be exhausting beyond all comprehension. next monday should be interesting...to say the least.
in the meantime I MUST start making invites and get a good start on the web-site.
time's a'wastin'
taking both kids.
packing all my barely edible rice products.
hoping to avoid any and all contact with bees...
and gonna pretend I remember how to climb.
gonna be exhausting beyond all comprehension. next monday should be interesting...to say the least.
in the meantime I MUST start making invites and get a good start on the web-site.
time's a'wastin'
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
holy shit
people REALLY get into this whole wedding planning shit. so not my deal. I intentionally picked a date less than two months out so I can get it done, over with and look at the pictures when I'm feeling the need for a wedding fix.
seriously, I don't do details, and I'm not so good with stress (I function really well, but at the expense of the heads and necks of those around me)
there are about 40 bajillion bridal blogs out there.
women obsessed. its like they haven't gotten over the childhood wish to be princesses, fairies and daddy's little girl and are now acting it out on their poor fiance's.
lame.
fortunately for me...my mother is one of them and is doing all the legwork for this here shindig.
all I have to do is open my email several times a day and say yay or nay.
...we're getting alot of nays.
...and we're broke.
oh yeah. I still have a baby, am still getting ready for school, still hate my dogs and still want nothing more than to be rid of this house.
seriously, I don't do details, and I'm not so good with stress (I function really well, but at the expense of the heads and necks of those around me)
there are about 40 bajillion bridal blogs out there.
women obsessed. its like they haven't gotten over the childhood wish to be princesses, fairies and daddy's little girl and are now acting it out on their poor fiance's.
lame.
fortunately for me...my mother is one of them and is doing all the legwork for this here shindig.
all I have to do is open my email several times a day and say yay or nay.
...we're getting alot of nays.
...and we're broke.
oh yeah. I still have a baby, am still getting ready for school, still hate my dogs and still want nothing more than to be rid of this house.
Monday, June 22, 2009
I'm cheap, I know it. I like to show it...
called about the dream venue...cried, sighed, sobbed and begged.
got 25% off and some free rental equipment.
I have two months to plan and execute the perfect wedding for about 100 guests with a miniscule budget.
good thing I'm a crafty bitch.
I'm on it.
got 25% off and some free rental equipment.
I have two months to plan and execute the perfect wedding for about 100 guests with a miniscule budget.
good thing I'm a crafty bitch.
I'm on it.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
seek and ye shall find
found a bigger barn.
love it.loveit. love. it.
can't afford it.
...thinking vegas.
love it.loveit. love. it.
can't afford it.
...thinking vegas.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
toast
no alcohol. no partying past sundown. nowhere to put my ginormous family.
actually, my family will fit just fine...as long as oqui's family doesn't come.
they don't really need to come. I don't like them anyway. and after all:
ITSMYWEDDINGMYWEDDINGMYWEDDINGMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE
so, theres my audition for bridezillas.
think I get the part?
really though...this planning thing SUCKS!
we're at the paring down of the guest list stage, and even after placing friends and relatives into three tiers and hacking off the bottom one...
his family's still there.
psych. I axed them and he doesn't know it yet.
...I need a bigger barn.
actually, my family will fit just fine...as long as oqui's family doesn't come.
they don't really need to come. I don't like them anyway. and after all:
ITSMYWEDDINGMYWEDDINGMYWEDDINGMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE
so, theres my audition for bridezillas.
think I get the part?
really though...this planning thing SUCKS!
we're at the paring down of the guest list stage, and even after placing friends and relatives into three tiers and hacking off the bottom one...
his family's still there.
psych. I axed them and he doesn't know it yet.
...I need a bigger barn.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
wedding. what? what?
finally getting down to the business of planning a wedding.
whoa...
just, whoa.
looking at a fall ceremony. stone barn (oqui wants wood, but oqui aint paying an extra 6 grand, so he'll take what he gets and like it). blue grass band. fireplace. oranges, browns, golds...I think I'm getting close.
going to visit a venue tomorrow.
lets pray it doesn't suck.
the Prof is having a well-baby visit today...5 and 1/2 months late. I'm just not that interested in getting any more vaccinations right now (or ever) and don't feel like being pressured, but I am curious to see how his growth is...so I'm gonna pony up and arm wrestle the pediatrician.
hopefully, they don't ever-so-politely ask me to find another doctor.
he's been god awful cranky and sick for a few days, so I'm guessing his weight is not gonna wow them. "Mrs. Professor's mother, we really think you should consider formula...blah, blah, blah."
bite me, doc.
bite me.
whoa...
just, whoa.
looking at a fall ceremony. stone barn (oqui wants wood, but oqui aint paying an extra 6 grand, so he'll take what he gets and like it). blue grass band. fireplace. oranges, browns, golds...I think I'm getting close.
going to visit a venue tomorrow.
lets pray it doesn't suck.
the Prof is having a well-baby visit today...5 and 1/2 months late. I'm just not that interested in getting any more vaccinations right now (or ever) and don't feel like being pressured, but I am curious to see how his growth is...so I'm gonna pony up and arm wrestle the pediatrician.
hopefully, they don't ever-so-politely ask me to find another doctor.
he's been god awful cranky and sick for a few days, so I'm guessing his weight is not gonna wow them. "Mrs. Professor's mother, we really think you should consider formula...blah, blah, blah."
bite me, doc.
bite me.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
octocock and the 2 inch penis
floating in a sealed change jar on my dining room table is...
octocock.
yes, my daughter killed her goldfish by putting a lid on its jar and YES...she named it octocock.
she SAYS its a mixture of octopus and peacock...I think she's just fascinated with cheesy sex humor and was looking for an excuse to say the word cock.
either way...octocock smells like dead fish.
as for that 2 inch penis...
my neighbor's little boy came home from the NICU this week (he was born at 39 weeks weighing just over 4lbs) so we went on over to visit.
I happened to be standing nearby when she changed his diaper when I saw it...
HIS GIGANTIC HORSE COCK!!!
this baby is still less than 5 pounds and when she unloosed the restraints of his nappy, his monster johnson came unfolding out, rolled off the changing table, skipped across the nursery, high fived his dad, and smacked bryson in the face.
this thing is huge.
...my poor baby :(
I was inclined to think my boy was doing alright in the toolshed, but now I'm hoping he doesn't develop a complex based on the sheer girth of this 9 day old's gigantic dinger.
not to mention...
how am I supposed to look his dad in the eye (and not the package) now????
octocock.
yes, my daughter killed her goldfish by putting a lid on its jar and YES...she named it octocock.
she SAYS its a mixture of octopus and peacock...I think she's just fascinated with cheesy sex humor and was looking for an excuse to say the word cock.
either way...octocock smells like dead fish.
as for that 2 inch penis...
my neighbor's little boy came home from the NICU this week (he was born at 39 weeks weighing just over 4lbs) so we went on over to visit.
I happened to be standing nearby when she changed his diaper when I saw it...
HIS GIGANTIC HORSE COCK!!!
this baby is still less than 5 pounds and when she unloosed the restraints of his nappy, his monster johnson came unfolding out, rolled off the changing table, skipped across the nursery, high fived his dad, and smacked bryson in the face.
this thing is huge.
...my poor baby :(
I was inclined to think my boy was doing alright in the toolshed, but now I'm hoping he doesn't develop a complex based on the sheer girth of this 9 day old's gigantic dinger.
not to mention...
how am I supposed to look his dad in the eye (and not the package) now????
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