*Dude - preteen attitudes suck. So, SAM is signed up for volleyball, and all of her games are on Saturdays. Tonight at our mid-week church thing, she finds out that the junior high kids are doing some kind of activity that will start on Friday night @ 11pm and have them playing laser tag, ice skating, and then gallavanting around until 7am on Saturday morning. I told her "Sorry, you can't participate, you have a commitment to your volleyball team." To which she got all pouty and pissy and door slammy and go to bed without saying goodnight-y. Argh. I wanted to smack her...but I didn't, so don't call CPS on me or anything.
*Baby pants pooped and peed on the potty for the first time yesterday. It was a monumental event. Of course my husband was all "Our daughter is going to be the first child potty trained before two." I really wanted to correct him to let him know that I'm sure there have been other children potty trained before two - but I didn't. See, Marriage Mondays are working! :)
*Monkey is going to be 5 on Saturday...FIVE years old people! She was student of the week at her preschool, and I had to go back to the archives to dig up newborn / baby / toddler-ish pictures of my little Monkey - made me get all nostalgic and stuff. I can't believe she was that little - and now she's just a big ball of chatter-face...with all her "Mommy...Mommmy...Mommmy! Remember that one time?"
*Cita is being Cita - she's always tried to be somewhat of a second mommy, and she's very patient with Baby Pants - but with Monkey, she acts like an annoyed, burnt out parent that's worked a very long day. So...what I'm saying is...she sounds like me. I just want her to be 7....I keep telling her that it's mommy's job to be the jerkface, and that she should just be a kid.
*I got my oil changed yesterday, and watched Divorce Court where this lady told the judge she was consistently abducted by aliens. I almost peed my pants laughing...she also imitated her husband eating a bologna sandwich. It was funny. But because I'm still getting over this upper respiratory thing, every time I laugh, I sound like Marge Simpson's sister who smokes 8 packs a day. It's not cool.
*My toenails need painting - I can't reach them - and I don't care.
*Since when did driving EXACTLY the speed limit in the fast lane on the freeway become an epidemic in Phoenix? It really bothers me - in fact, I used the carpool lane 5 minutes earlier than I was allowed to, to get around said speed limit obeyer. (NOTE: In Phx the carpool lane becomes a regular lane from 9am-3pm, and then again from 7pm-6am or something like that)
*I ate a sausage mcmuffin (without egg) for breakfast this morning
*I had a lot funnier random thoughts earlier today when I was thinking about writing this blog
*Oh yeah - I've kept a plant alive in my office for like 10 months! I'm turning into Martha Stewart or something - she's the only person I could think of - I don't know any famous plant-keeper-alivers.
*I love reading other people's blogs - they really make my day, or they make me cry - either one, or sometimes both.
*Why do farts never stop being funny? You know how when you hear the banana knock-knock joke 80 bajillion times when your kids start learning the knock knock joke concept - and you laugh for about the first 10 times they tell it - but then you just look them straight in the eye and say "ok - it's not funny anymore"? But, by the time they are five, you have probably heard them toot about 100 bajillion times - nevertheless the 101 bajillionth time is still freakin' funny.
*9 more days till "New Moon" comes out
*Why do I care about that?
*Because I'm a dweeb, that's why.
*I have cankles.
*Yesterday I caught a glimpse of my butt in these maternity pants I was wearing - and I wanted to cry. I looked like I had a foot long butt, that had been mooshed flat and wide by a shovel. Can I please trade this butt in for my 19 year old butt?
*My husband raises his arms over his head when he sleeps on his back - he didn't believe me - I took a picture
7 comments:
Your husband looks like he's dreaming of dancing with you;)
That's some list--good luck with the potty trainer and the pre-teen. Yowza!
This is hilarious! I honestly laughed at every single bullet (asterisks)! But the pic of your hubby sent me over the edge!
Hilarious! Why haven't we had lunch yet???? We are such slackers again.
I enjoyed this post so much. I cannot stand when I have something really clever in my head while I am driving down the road.....
Sitting in front of the computer...NOTHING!
thanks for the giggle I needed it. and the fast lane problem occurs every year about the time the snowbirds come back... I've noticed.
1) You just reiterated why I dislike 12-14 year olds -- good luck with that one and check back with me in 9 years when I'm blogging about it. Good for you for making her keep her promise. Side note-volleyball is awesome, she won't regret it.
2) I have a friend whose 3rd kid is almost potty trained and she'll be 2 in January. It's crazy. but it happens so you can tell hubby that it happens, or will that go against MMs?
3)Happy B-day to Monkey!
4)My cankles haven't gone away!
5) Are his arms really in the air like that when he is asleep? Funny!
Treat yourself to a pedicure.
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