Musings

The best news of my day was a birthday card for C-man from his daycare. It said, "Beginning in March, you're weekly daycare payment will go down to $180." WAHOO! $30/week savings is pretty darned nice. We're heading to Florida on Monday. I have no shorts, no summer shirts, no reservations at any hotels, no car rental, and no plan. At least it's just Florida and not some major trip somewhere, but yikes. I guess we've got to get on this a bit. I spent 8 full hours in training today. I know I'm a trainer, but 8 hours in training is too damn much. My butt hurts, my head hurts, and I didn't even care about the content. In entertainment news, for the record, 24 isn't the same when Jack is only about 10 minutes of the show. American Idol is on tonight though. I love Simon. We saw the llusionist the other night. It was okay. I'd give it a B+. I'm listening to Hot Six, another Janet Evanovich book. I hate this narrator. The other 2 for the first 5 books were WAY better. This one is annoying. I've got the 7th book in transit. I should find out who the narrator is before it comes so I can get over my annoyance if it's her. If you haven't read any in the series, I recommend it. Light humor about a woman turned bounty hunter.

Holy Smokes!

When they said 6 - 8", they weren't kidding. Poor dogs are up to their shoulders in snow and can barely pee. I canceled my hair appointment for this morning, because I can't get out of my driveway. Beerman is plowing now. So much for geocaching today.

Fish Fry Friday

With a turn of the head... swish of the tail... and a tippety tap of the toes. What a glorious sight, in black and white, and a touch of pink at the nose... for we are cows... such remarkable cows... When is this song going to leave my head!?! TGIF. 6 - 8 inches of snow this weekend. Let it fall. It's the weekend, and I'm not doing nothin'! And for the record, Oprah and her stupid Oscar special is not better than Men in Trees, damnit!

Remarkable Cows

If, you, think, that, all we can do is go mooooo! Then you ought to see what else we can do. For we are cows... we're remarkable cows... such remarkable cows... I can't get this d#mn song out of my head! C-man insists on listening to it over and over and over and over again. If you put on something else, even a kids song, he starts to scream bloody murder, "Cows! I want more cows!" I think I've heard it about 280,000 times, and never heard song #2 through. I'm on day 4 of Avelox. I'm feeling better, but I'm still exhausted from C-man being up at night. His upper molars are starting to grind through, and it's really hurting him. Poor thing. And poor C-man. Men in Trees is on tonight. I've admitted a lot lately to my faithful reader lately, and this goes down as another un-proud moment. I've gotten sucked into a mediocre show. If there weren't 2 incredibly hot men involved, I think I'd have left it behind ages ago. But alas,2 beautiful mountain men keep my attention week after week. We got notice that C-man is going to be a Channel 4 weather kid on March 21 at 10 p.m. and March 22 at 6:45 a.m. I'll post a reminder as we get closer, but you'll need to be touching your tmj4 on those days to see my baby. Tomorrow is fish fry Friday. I've officially given up chocolate. Except for Ovaltine. Ovaltine doesn't count, since it's my only nutrition I get in a day. But the fish fries are back. Wahoo!

New Scarf

Here's the latest scarf I made Beerman (seed stitch) since Rileydog ate the last one. Damn dog.

Funnies

A guy in Racine charged into his neighbor's house because he was assaulting a woman. Turns out, the guy was just watching porn too loudly. The funny part? The porn-watcher let himself be interviewed on the news and said, "Next time I'll wear headphones". C-man has crackers in the shape of Elmo and Big Bird. He loves eating the Elmo ones. Sometimes he'll have a whole gob of crackers in front of him and ask for more. When you look, it's all Big Birds left. So in trying to teach him to share, Beerman asked him for a cracker. C-man would carefully look through his pile, carefully pick out a Big Bird whose beak was broken, and then hand it over. Did I mention he'd then turn and hand me a perfect Elmo cracker and I didn't even ask for one? Last night while putting C-man to bed, Rileydog got in the livingroom. In a matter of seconds the crayons were gone. Should I leave a note for the dogwalker today explaining why it'll be rainbow?

And this is just self-explanatory:

Party Like it's Fat Tuesday

Enjoy your paczkis. I'll probably do my usual chocolate fast and buy a piglet for our sister parish.

Happy Presidents Day

Daytona 500

Nascar's back, and today's the biggest day of the year. So put on your black jeans, tease your hair with some Aqua Net, get out your Bu... Miller Lite, and BAM! You've got yourself an afternoon! I'm actually toying with drafting a fantasy team... but that's truly over the line. Sort of like my garden gnomes. I cut myself off at a certain point to not cross that magical line of quirky to completely bat shit crazy. Anyhow, have yourself a day.

TGIF

Too exhausted, too sick, too ornery to blog anything non-hateful. Here's to the weekend and a better disposition.

Happy Day of Love!

Beerman sent me the most fabulous, over-the-top floral arrangement at work today. It made others green. I love making other green. I had my first official meeting with my new mentor today. I'm pretty excited about the whole thing. She's a VP, and got some pretty good clout in the building. Hopefully some of it will rub off on me. Tonight's Valentines pizza night. I don't know who's more excited, C-man or me!

Barfing Machine

Last night C-man called for me to lay in bed with him. I did. About 5 minutes later, he started to barf. After catching the majority of it in my hand, I still had some cleanup work to do - on both of us and the bed. So I called for Beerman. And then I called again... and again, until finally I shouted his name as loud as I could. I got a "Huh?" "HELP!" I yelled. I left to go clean up C-man, while Beerman laid there befuddled, waiting for an explanation of just what I needed. Um, good thing it wasn't an emergency, because we'd all have been dead. A pretty good rule of thumb - if your wife yells "Help!" at 3 a.m., something is clearly really wrong. So I cleaned him up, rocked C-man back to sleep, and went back to bed myself. This morning C-man didn't have a fever, so off to daycare he went. Yes, the mother of the year award is mine - all mine! I'm still coughing up a lung, and now with no sleep, I'm totally worthless at work. Good thing I don't have a meeting with my SVP and EVP this afternoon. Yikes!

Monday Madness

Today was CRAZY! I should have known when I went to put on a brand new necklace and the beads dropped on the floor in front of me, bouncing everywhere. Yikes! I got a note from C-man's daycare explaining that if we wanted to give Valentines, we could do so. This was accompanied by a list of everyone's name who is in the class. Don't these people know I'm a working mom and don't have time for this shit? That's why my kid's in daycare! Thankfully we already purchased some Bob the Builder valentines. Unfortunately Harrybones ate the envelopes. I guess I'll have to buy some small envelopes tomorrow and some chotshky to throw in them. Ugh. I know my life doesn't really suck, but my life sucks. Why aren't I backpacking in India? Beerman is at work again all night. I realize he's a hero in his work circle (people were actually taking their pictures with him on Sunday like he's a celebrity), but I'm getting more than a bit exhausted. Maybe I wouldn't be so ornery if I weren't coughing up a lung. It's officially been a month now that I've been sick... one thing to the other, but all of it painful. Okay, enough bitching. 24 is on in 30 minutes, and until then I've got a great Bob the Builder to watch.

Sunday Fundays

Beerman is at a beer festival all day. C-man and I ran errands and bought fun toys. It's back to work tomorrow. I'm almost finished with my knitted purse. I have to felt it yet. If I ever finish, I'll post a picture. You can totally tell it's home-made. "Got character" Beerman says. Whatever, it's mine. Okay, I have to admit it... come out of the closet... show the back of my neck... reveal my true nature... I'm really glad NASCAR is back on. And it's official. When I die, I want to come back as my dog.

It's Still Damn Cold!

I don't care if it is 35 degrees warmer than earlier in the week. 20 degrees still sucks! I'm not into anyone dying, or anyone trying to kill another... but what a crappy news week. Anna Nicole Smith was a train wreck, and that NASA astronaut was crazier. I couldn't care less about either, and I'm sooooo tired of people asking me about both of them. I watched All the Kings Men today. Average movie. Invincible was another average one. It only made average because it was beautiful Mark Wahlberg. How could any movie be bad with him? Beerman and I decided that it goes down as the first movie C-man watched start-finish because it was football-laden. Beerman's at a beer festival tomorrow, so C-man and I are on our own. Enjoy your weekend.

Thankfully Thursday

I'm so glad it's Thursday. With no sleep from C-man's molars cutting through, not completely recovered from my sinus infection, and still on antibiotics which always screw with my sleeping ability, I'm a mess. Beerman's at a beer festival all day Sunday, and not coming home until late Monday night due to work, so Saturday is going to be my day of rest. I've got to get feeling better... I'm just un-functionable right now. The very first travel bug I ever picked up has had some action. Beerman acts like I'm a complete dork because I think it's so cool. Kind of like when I was a kid and would release a balloon with a note. I actually got one back from Janesville once. That was pretty cool. I still have the note. Okay, I'm a dork. And there's something seriously wrong when 10 degrees feels like a heat wave.

Home

Everything is closed, so I'm home with C-man. Stay warm and enjoy this...

It's not getting any warmer

It almost makes you wish for global warming to be true... Okay, not really, but this sucks! Beerman stayed home with C-man because everything was closed today. So by the time I got home, C-man had mastered jumping, showing me where his booty is, and saying "honk, honk" when he grabs your nose. Let's hope he can go back to school tomorrow. I'm feeling better, although still pretty rough. I don't know if my body could take a day alone home with C-man, so let's hope schools are open tomorrow!

Still Ill

I'm taking a Z-pack for sinus infection. I have loads of work to do and a headache to prove it. So here's a sea dragon - something I learned about at Shedd the other weekend. They're endangered, but pretty amazing. I realized this morning we totally forgot Harrydog's birthday last week. Beerman made him a liver and carrot cake. We're celebrating it today. I won't be having any of that cake though.

Brrrrrrrrrr...........

Damn, it's cold! We went to the children's museum today. It opened at 9, and we were there by 9:15. C-man ran until about 1:00, and then we went home. I have to say, I was so proud of him. He had so much fun and was so well-behaved. (Unlike many of the other kids there his age.) I'm so busy worrying about him, that it's nice to sit back and see him be such a sweetheart. Rileydog threw up a GIANT leather workglove of Beerman's this morning. We knew it went missing last week, and were just waiting for it to reappear. Like magic, up it came today. Which is good, because we were going to have to go in today to get something done it'd been in there so long. I was actually looking up how to do the doggy heimlich, because I didn't know how he was going to do it on his own. Brilliant dog. Tonight I broke down and went to the doctor. Trying to convince myself that I was going to get better just wasn't cutting it. You know it's not pretty when the doctor looks in your nose and says, "Ouch, that hurts. Can you even hear anything?" Yeah, I've got sinus infection. Since the non-ghetto pharmacies aren't open this late, I can't get my drugs until morning. At least I can get them. My parents are still alive, thankfully. Those tornadoes were an ugly scene. For those of us not in Florida, stay warm. Go Colts!

Sick Groundhog

This groundhog is home ill next to a very large dog who keeps fouling the air. It's hard to tell what's worse, feeling horrible or smelling THAT. At least my nails look good after yesterday's trip to the salon. I pre-ordered my Harry Potter book. After the last one made me so mad, I almost didn't in protest. But then, I can never leave a story untold. For the record, 7 degrees does not a spring make. Happy Weekend!