Holy Hand Grenaed

2011-05-31T13:33:00.001-07:00

2011-05-27T14:53:00.000-07:00

New Pastures.

2011-05-23T21:59:00.001-07:00

Now that I have Pinterest, I probably will post even less on my blogs.... Or maybe I'll actually use them for something useful! :D

Juices are a-flowin!

2011-05-18T09:15:00.000-07:00

Yeah, that was meant to sound dirty....

But really. I'm dying to create. I feel like I have so much creative energy pent up right now that if I let it smolder its going to eventually boil to evaporation and just burn my pot. I have so many ideas and projects I'd like to start, but unfortunately no time to get things going. And THAT is frustrating all in itself. If I do get something started it just sits in it's messiness collecting dust and miscellaneous food particles that somehow make their way out of a two year old's constantly flapping gums. Hopefully soon I'll get at least one craft finished. I'll keep all 2 of ya posted.

Motherhood

2011-05-10T23:09:00.000-07:00

oh ef it. i'm going to bed.

B-L-E-H.

2011-05-08T23:50:00.000-07:00

Yet another "blog" I have no idea what to do with. Really, I only start blogs on different sites so I can follow other blogs. Oh wow. I've said the word, "blog" in my head too many times already. It's starting to lose it's meaning. Not that the word really had much meaning to me in the first place. I do offer my apologies to any that actually do read this. Maybe it'll get interesting in a few months... When I figure out what to really do with myself.

Way to go, Marisa!!

2011-02-23T15:26:00.001-08:00

I'm not a big pink fan, but this I like.

2011-02-04T17:26:00.000-08:00

Ooh pretty pretty.

Home Wishes

2011-02-04T17:20:00.000-08:00

During my recent search for a house I've also been searching online for organizing and decorating ideas for small spaces. Sure, no matter what I come up with I'm going to have to spend money... But I'd rather not do that until I find a home we'll be living in permanently. But in my browsing I've found these few wonderful ideas that I'd love to incorporate into a new home.. eventually...

2011-01-19T16:51:00.000-08:00

I hate being the jealous type. And I hate that I can't have every hairstyle I want at the moment I want it. Well, I probably could, but I can't afford that many wigs. And really, I don't think I want the snickers and giggles behind my back when everyone realizes that I actually did shave my head just so I could wear different wigs every day. But really, this post is just to save pictures of hairstyles I'm coveting at this very moment. Tomorrow it may be something different.

What's in a name?

2011-01-04T11:12:00.000-08:00

And I thought naming a girl was hard. I'm finding it increasingly more and more stressful as the due date gets closer. I feel like I should already have the little monster named. But everything I try to peg him with just doesn't feel right. I know he'll probably grow into his name just like Autumn did and it will be easier to call him by whatever moniker we give him once he's actually visible and tangible. But for now, everything I try to call him sounds silly! I've tried thinking of him with simple names like James or Michael. I've even tried less common names like Cory or Percival. Still sounds silly. I've also tried more obscure names like Belial or Logain. Even Azrael crossed my mind.... But nothing sticks. It's like he's rejecting everything that pops into my head. I've been searching online, through my favorite books and movies. He doesn't like anything! If I can't come up with something soon, he's going to be Little Boy for a lot longer than he should. Maybe something will pop into my head once he's here. Or with my luck he's been turning down every name because he's really a she. Wouldn't that be my luck?

Who says shopping isn't entertaining??

2010-12-30T20:54:00.000-08:00

I just spent the last, oh, nine hours shopping with my sister. Usually we make our own fun, but luckily today the god of hilarity smiled down upon us and blessed us with effortless entertainment. The first half of the day was spent at the Roseville Galleria. Not much more than interesting people at first, but then when we were leaving through J.C. Penney's we had to contain our laughter until we reached the car. As we were exiting the doors, which were manual, by the way, we heard an awful whining yell coming from the door next to us. It seemed that a 10 or 11 year old girl had gotten stuck in the door because she was too lazy to push it open. We thought she was dying. I've seen my share of cranky children, but this one was cranky to the point of pure stupidity and even her mother couldn't share sympathy with her. (Sure, this may not seem too funny to you, but if you heard her whine, you'd laugh your ass off....)

The hilarity ensued during a trip to Target on Fulton. We were deliberating between two laundry detergents when we heard behind us what sounded like a semi shifting gears and then revving up it's engine, only to down shift again... Yes, this poor little (90-ish?) old man was trying to lift a bottle of detergent off the shelf when he tore himself a new asshole. I've also heard my fair share off ass ripping, and believe you me, this took first prize. A fake passing of gas in a movie could never compare to this. We really thought he just breathed his last breath, backwards... My sister still owes me a dollar. We grabbed the more expensive detergent because it was closest and booked it out of that isle. If you heard cries of laughter and actual crying in the mop isle tonight, that was us.

Never Anything To Blog About

2010-12-27T16:48:00.000-08:00

Ok. So I rarely keep up on anything internet anymore. I guess you could say I'm bored. Sure, I read a ton of shit, but most of it is mindless. Except for the blogs I follow. You all keep me entertained and informed regularly and I thank you for that. But I really have nothing notable to contribute. I feel like I've been taking, taking, taking and giving nothing in return. Hopefully soon I'll narrow my interests into one activity I can be obsessed enough to write about regularly. Maybe. Who wants to hear what my toddler threw at me today? I can write for months on that one....

2009-12-17T12:56:00.000-08:00

Next Christmas' wish list!!

2009-11-21T16:07:00.000-08:00

Oh, how we'll miss you, Aytalon. May you roll many successes in your new adventures.

Ef That Guy

2009-11-09T13:12:00.000-08:00

So, last night on our way home from Yuba, some asshole cut me off on 99 because the guy in front of him was going too slow. I hit my brakes pretty hard and still almost rear-ended him. Not even five seconds later this jerk then throws his big gulp (I'm assuming because it was a lot of soda) at my windshield. So, along with a baby that was screaming for the last 40 minutes I had to deal with stress of wanting to kill this guy and the adrenaline of almost getting killed in a car accident. Thank you, Sacramento Asshole. May your penis rot and fall off. (Painfully).

2009-11-03T10:10:00.000-08:00

I want to live here. Only if it's haunted though.

2009-11-03T10:09:00.000-08:00

Hawaii, here I come. I WILL fit into this by Jan. 1st.

I Love Dungeons And Dragons.

2009-11-03T09:41:00.000-08:00

I love the way the dice sound as they hit the table. I love the way the air smells after a fresh kill during battle. I love the way four high fives sound after a critical hit. I love the anticipation of leveling up in less than 200 xp. I love knowing that my attack does damage against an enemy's will. I love waking up on Wednesday and Sunday mornings knowing I have something to look forward to. I love my character, as underdeveloped as she is. I love my adventuring party and the characters they all play. I love my DM and his wife and their coffee. I love playing seated next to my husband. I love when my baby falls asleep so I can focus on the game. I love the NPC's, the monsters, the beasts, and the hyenas. I don't love the Duergar.

2009-10-21T08:05:00.000-07:00

If my hair were curly, I'd want this haircut. Since it's not, I really want the other one! Come on Rachel, I challenge you!

2009-10-14T16:13:00.000-07:00

How cute is this? It makes me grin. :D

I'm a thinkin' and thinkin' til there's nothing I ain't thunk.

2009-10-14T15:59:00.000-07:00

I need to let go. Just breathe and accept every day for what it is. No worrying about what I didn't get done that I had planned on doing the day before. I beat myself up pretty hard over little things, and it's starting to take a toll on my overall outlook on everything. I set unrealistic goals on a day to day basis and I get depressed when I don't meet those goals. For example, say I need to get all the laundry done, dishes washed, the floors mopped or vacuumed. Not a hard task, really, unless you involve a demanding 6 month old. And then I get frustrated with her when all I can do is sit on the floor to keep her happy. That's what I should be worrying about. I should be enjoying my time with that little girl. She won't be this age for very long, and I want to be able to remember her this way, not all the chores and tasks I completed while raising a child. I will still make sure my husband has clean work clothes and dinner most nights, even if I didn't go grocery shopping and all we have is peanut butter and jelly.

Just breathe.

My Friends Are Talented

2009-10-05T21:27:00.000-07:00

No, really. I'm jealous!

Wow. I wish I had her money.

2009-10-05T21:10:00.000-07:00

Really! Lindsay Lohan is a fashion designer?! From what I've seen of Ungaro's '10 Spring/Summer collection it's like she had five minutes to hand in an assignment and just threw this together. I admit, I like her personal style (except for the leggings). But this is like a box of crayons melted inside an old Asian lady's suitcase and some "It" girl found it at a thrift store.

2009-09-29T11:37:00.000-07:00

I want to live in this house. Screw the birds, man. They have beautiful trees and wide open skies. I deserve a three story mansion with an attic and princess tower. Well. It would have to have an escalator or elevator. No way in Hell am I falling down three flights of stairs. Especially if they were made of wire, that's just asking for trouble.

Appetite for self destruction.

2009-09-29T11:21:00.000-07:00

So I think I'm subconsciously trying to kill myself. Or at least break a few more bones. My poor little pinky toe didn't want to suffer alone so he decided to pull all of his friends and neighbors together to form a support group. Three of my toes on my other foot are sliced and diced on the tender sides between each toe. There's a pretty purple bruise and swelling on my left knee. And another shiner is emblazoned on the inside of my right knee. I'm also feeling the ache in multiple vertebrae and I instinctively want to cry every time I climb down my stairs. I think it could have been a lot worse had I not had the baby in my arms. My mommy reflexes protected her at all costs, so somehow that protected me from breaking an arm.

I think I'm going to start going down on my butt from the beginning, instead of waiting for the last few steps to trip me up.

2009-09-28T09:57:00.000-07:00

If I had $700 to blow, I probably wouldn't spend it on this, but I really want it anyway. Does anyone know how to whittle wood? I want to make this. And lots of them. It needs babies...

Motivation

2009-09-28T09:44:00.000-07:00

So. I've turned the music WAAAAY up. I've put my hair in a ponytail. I'm juicing a ton of coffee as I type. The baby is down for a nap. I should be ready. But why the hell can I not find the motivation to clean my freakin' house?! I started with laundry already. Its folded and sitting on the sofa. (Sofa is a much cooler word than "couch", btw. Although I don't really know the difference....) Dishes need to be washed, floors need to be mopped or vacuumed, shelves need to be dusted, laundry needs to be put away, toilets need to be scrubbed, a garbage disposal needs to be fixed, light bulbs need to be changed, beds need to be made, trash needs to be taken out... and so on. And all I can do is sit here and blog about it. At least I'm not on Facebook. Oh. Nevermind, I didn't log out.

How do you guys find motivation?

Remember that? Yeah, that was awesome.

2009-09-21T22:38:00.000-07:00

Remember when we hiked Feather Falls and were attacked by butterflies. I haven't worn a scrunchy since.

Remember when you had that crush on Charlie Horse? Yeah, I knew.

Remember when we glittered our eyebrows with nail polish? Thanks for not letting me use the nail polish remover.

Remember when we watched The Exorcist in your parent's bedroom? Your mom still thinks her room is now haunted.

Remember when I hid behind your bedroom door from your crazy sister? I couldn't fit under your bed. (I tried).

Remember when we thought we were cool for sneaking out of your house? We made it across the street.

Remember when we sat on my roof that night and yelled at my neighbors? They still think we're idiots.

Remember when Winnie would follow us onto the roof? The damned dog was harder to hide from than your sister.

Remember when I tried to feed lunch meat to that cow? You know you thought it was funny.

Remember when you told those Boy Scouts your name was Big Bird? They totally believed you.

Remember when we ate that pizza and each drank a 2 liter of soda? Ok, so that happened a lot.

Remember when we went to visit your boyfriend and his sister yelled at us for blocking her view of Oprah? Bitch.

Remember when you witnessed that guy peeing in my sink? And you didn't tell him not to.

Remember when you won Prom Queen and I wasn't jealous at all? I still think you sold out.

Remember when we took that trip to Vegas and blew our life savings on alcohol and prostitutes? Oh wait.......

That didn't happen.

Yet.