So last year proving that I am a certified freak I shopped Black Friday. And for no real reason you'll find if you actually read that post.
Sometimes I don't even get myself.
But lawd help me, I'm thinking of doing it again. I'm trying to justify it somehow saying that my $ will help the economy but you and I know that ain't the real truth. I'm just giddy over the fact that I can get something that's regularly priced at $200 for $88. Seriously, the thought of getting that kind of deal is darn near orgasmic.
So yeah, I'll probably be out there with all the other idjits throwing blows to get that one coveted item.
I probably won't post again until after the holiday so if you have any words of wisdom to talk me down off of the crazy ledge now would be a good time to share 'em.
Happy Turkey Day
&
Smooches,
WM
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Sanity prevailed...for once. That or my extreme need for sleep. At 4 a.m. when I could have been out with all the other fools I was not. I was loudly and very happily snoring under mounds of fluffy blankets as I rightfully should have been.
The end.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Ma vie dans les point de balle
So I could have just called this post "My life in bullet points" but it sounds much prettier en francais, don't you think ?
Besides, I like that it makes me seem cooler then I actually am.
Ahem, without further adieu, my life in bullet points for your viewing pleasure:
Doing better with the loss of our dog , thank you all so much for your kind words. Plan to adopt a new pet as soon as I can get beyond the fact that there was only one Buzz and that our new pet will not be the same but will be equally as loveable
Friday morning, TomGirl got caught smoking on school grounds and was suspended for five days. This was incredibly suprising for me and hubby as she has said time and time again how horrible smoking is and how she'd never do it and constantly nagged her dad to quit (which he has , Yay Chantix) . I listened to her excuses then promptly scooped her lungs out with an ice cream scoop, this was as much for punishment as it was letting her know that smoking will destroy them anyway
Youngest daughter, J, is going in to have two baby teeth removed under general anesthesia tomorrow. I believe I will take a shot of something 180 proof before this visit. Kids and general anesthesia scare me.
I spent Saturday at the Casino helping my mom celebrate her 62nd birthday. Realized I need to stay away from casinos because for as much as I wanted to make fun of every crazed person in there I realized that I too was mesmerized by the lights and colors of the slots and was quickly becoming one of them. Damn those Milk Money cows and their "let her win a little just when she's ready to quit" ways.
Freaked that the Christmas season is almost upon us. Not ready for the throwdown that is about to happen so that I can get my daughter that damn Barbie 3 story dreamhouse. You know it's gonna be bad when at 11:00 a.m. you read an email sent at 9:00 a.m. telling you said Dreamhouse is back in stock. Upon actually accessing the site you find that in two hours it has gone back out of stock. I think I may not shower for 6 days prior to going shopping. That way people will be forced to move out of my way.
Work continues to be busy and forces me not to be able to blog as much as I'd like. I suppose I should be happy for the job security but sometimes I'm just an ungrateful heifer.
New cool Pillsbury giveaway at ye old review blog . While there is free stuff to be had, Pillsbury is also doing some cool stuff to feed the homeless, so check it out.
Mwah,
WM
Besides, I like that it makes me seem cooler then I actually am.
Ahem, without further adieu, my life in bullet points for your viewing pleasure:
Mwah,
WM
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Letting Go
As I sat outside that room, I tried not to perform a mental play by play of what was actually happening behind that door.
Even though I knew exactly what was happening, I didn't know the precise moment it would occur and I preferred to keep it that way.
Moments later, my husband appeared from behind that door and said "he's gone".
We locked eyes and the tears just began to flow. We embraced each other tightly in the middle of that veterinary office not caring what anyone else thought, just wanting to comfort one another.
When we were finally able to speak we couldn't bring ourselves to leave.
Although we knew going in that this particular veterinary appointment would be his last, leaving without our beloved friend was still hard.
Suprising both myself and my husband I made a decision at that moment to see him.
As I walked in to the room and saw him lying there I was shocked at how much he looked like he was sleeping. I wasn't horrified like I originally thought I might be. I was heartbroken but also admittedly relieved. He was finally at peace.
We said our final goodbyes and walked out of the office minus our beloved pet.
If felt odd and sad and unfair and I wanted so much to be someone else at that moment. Someone that didn't just lose their pet of nine years.
That day will probably be one of the hardest I will endure, but I weathered it. I am weathering it.
I'm simply trying to take comfort in the fact that our dog is no longer in pain and that it was the right thing to do.
Even though I knew exactly what was happening, I didn't know the precise moment it would occur and I preferred to keep it that way.
Moments later, my husband appeared from behind that door and said "he's gone".
We locked eyes and the tears just began to flow. We embraced each other tightly in the middle of that veterinary office not caring what anyone else thought, just wanting to comfort one another.
When we were finally able to speak we couldn't bring ourselves to leave.
Although we knew going in that this particular veterinary appointment would be his last, leaving without our beloved friend was still hard.
Suprising both myself and my husband I made a decision at that moment to see him.
As I walked in to the room and saw him lying there I was shocked at how much he looked like he was sleeping. I wasn't horrified like I originally thought I might be. I was heartbroken but also admittedly relieved. He was finally at peace.
We said our final goodbyes and walked out of the office minus our beloved pet.
If felt odd and sad and unfair and I wanted so much to be someone else at that moment. Someone that didn't just lose their pet of nine years.
That day will probably be one of the hardest I will endure, but I weathered it. I am weathering it.
I'm simply trying to take comfort in the fact that our dog is no longer in pain and that it was the right thing to do.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Chris Brown for President
Let me first say that while I don't normally talk politics on my blog as I don't want to alienate anyone who doesn't share my political views (unless your views are really f'd up...then I don't care. Ahem, I digress), I am today.
Just a bit anyway because I can hardly contain my excitement.
Yes, I am an Obama supporter. I truly believe he can heal our ailing country. In fact, I was a fan prior to him throwing his hat into the presidential race. I respect him as an individual for his honesty, the life he's led, the odds he's risen above , his family values. There are so many things I could go on and on but I won't. You get the point.
That said as we all waited in my living room anxiously , nervously listening for those all too important states that we desperately hoped would turn blue we asked the kids briefly "Who do you want to be president ?"
Of course we knew they really didn't have any earthly idea of who the candidates really were and what they stood for but we asked simply for our own amusement expecting them to parrot the decision they'd heard from us.
"Barack Obama" my daughter J says.
"You know who I want to win ?" my son B says wide-eyed and full of excitement
"Who's that ?" we all asked in unison
Expecting to once again hear Barack Obama you can imagine the laughter that errupted when he said Chris Brown
Out of the mouths of babes...
Just a bit anyway because I can hardly contain my excitement.
Yes, I am an Obama supporter. I truly believe he can heal our ailing country. In fact, I was a fan prior to him throwing his hat into the presidential race. I respect him as an individual for his honesty, the life he's led, the odds he's risen above , his family values. There are so many things I could go on and on but I won't. You get the point.
That said as we all waited in my living room anxiously , nervously listening for those all too important states that we desperately hoped would turn blue we asked the kids briefly "Who do you want to be president ?"
Of course we knew they really didn't have any earthly idea of who the candidates really were and what they stood for but we asked simply for our own amusement expecting them to parrot the decision they'd heard from us.
"Barack Obama" my daughter J says.
"You know who I want to win ?" my son B says wide-eyed and full of excitement
"Who's that ?" we all asked in unison
Expecting to once again hear Barack Obama you can imagine the laughter that errupted when he said Chris Brown
Out of the mouths of babes...
Thursday, October 30, 2008
From the I'm so stupid I shouldn't be let loose in society files
Every week day I spend time in a large metropolitan area. I've seen it all from the smelly, the stinky and the crazy on down to the I'm-not-sure-what-the-hell-you-are-I-just-know-I-should-stay-away-from-you. And every week day I manage to sidestep most of these folks.
Except yesterday when I was cornered. Sort of.
No sooner had I crossed the street when Dude said "You are beautiful".
I wanted to ignore him, I really did. But I did just get my hair done and it had been a long taxing day and frankly a compliment, regardless of the source it came from, was right on time. So I spoke and said simply "thank you" and tried to look away.
But then he kept repeating it, and when another pedestrian walked by he tried to stop him and say "Isn't she beautiful?". It had become comical at that point and I kinda let a smile slip and glanced over at him
Boots in good condition, nice jeans and nice flannel shirt paired with a parka type vest. That's odd. Why is he on this corner notorious for the skeezy, unkempt and batshit crazy I thought.
Then I looked at his face. Particularly his eyes. His red rimmed, faraway, I'm totally hammered eyes. And then I kinda got it. He's one of those i-don't-know-what-the-hell-you-are-but-i-just-know-I-need-to-stay-away types.
"I got a momma and a sister and you're beautiful" he said again.
Uh ok, I thought.
"What's your name?" he asked.
And in true non-quick thinking fashion I couldn't come up with anything.
"WM" I said meekly hoping he wouldn't hear me.
"Well mine's D and it's a pleasure to meet you" he said extending his hand.
And what did I do, but extend my very own hand. And then, before I could move away, run, hide and/or freak the fuck out he.kissed.my.hand.
Luckily the light turned in my favor and I booked it across the street.
Holy Hell did that really just happen I thought as I frantically looked for hand sanitizer in my bag. I.had.nothing.
I contemplated stopping somewhere ... anywhere to wash my tainted hand but there really wasn't anywhere. And so I waited until I got home, holding my hand far away from me much like one might hold a smelly diaper far from your nose.
The first thing I did when I arrived in my door was make a beeline for the bathroom to scrub my hand. As luck would have it I woke up this morning with my hand still attached to my wrist, bearing no funny marks and no sores so I think I'm ok. But dammit do I feel stupid.
So tell me, what thing have you done recently that was so stupid you wanted to kick your own ass ?
You're amongst friends now. Let it out. C'mon you know you wanna share...
Except yesterday when I was cornered. Sort of.
No sooner had I crossed the street when Dude said "You are beautiful".
I wanted to ignore him, I really did. But I did just get my hair done and it had been a long taxing day and frankly a compliment, regardless of the source it came from, was right on time. So I spoke and said simply "thank you" and tried to look away.
But then he kept repeating it, and when another pedestrian walked by he tried to stop him and say "Isn't she beautiful?". It had become comical at that point and I kinda let a smile slip and glanced over at him
Boots in good condition, nice jeans and nice flannel shirt paired with a parka type vest. That's odd. Why is he on this corner notorious for the skeezy, unkempt and batshit crazy I thought.
Then I looked at his face. Particularly his eyes. His red rimmed, faraway, I'm totally hammered eyes. And then I kinda got it. He's one of those i-don't-know-what-the-hell-you-are-but-i-just-know-I-need-to-stay-away types.
"I got a momma and a sister and you're beautiful" he said again.
Uh ok, I thought.
"What's your name?" he asked.
And in true non-quick thinking fashion I couldn't come up with anything.
"WM" I said meekly hoping he wouldn't hear me.
"Well mine's D and it's a pleasure to meet you" he said extending his hand.
And what did I do, but extend my very own hand. And then, before I could move away, run, hide and/or freak the fuck out he.kissed.my.hand.
Luckily the light turned in my favor and I booked it across the street.
Holy Hell did that really just happen I thought as I frantically looked for hand sanitizer in my bag. I.had.nothing.
I contemplated stopping somewhere ... anywhere to wash my tainted hand but there really wasn't anywhere. And so I waited until I got home, holding my hand far away from me much like one might hold a smelly diaper far from your nose.
The first thing I did when I arrived in my door was make a beeline for the bathroom to scrub my hand. As luck would have it I woke up this morning with my hand still attached to my wrist, bearing no funny marks and no sores so I think I'm ok. But dammit do I feel stupid.
So tell me, what thing have you done recently that was so stupid you wanted to kick your own ass ?
You're amongst friends now. Let it out. C'mon you know you wanna share...
Monday, October 27, 2008
When trying to be a bad ass bites me in the ass
If you've read this blog for any length of time you know how I feel about bedtime. If you have small children yourself you may feel much the same way in that getting your kids to bed is somewhere in between hell and ...hell.
Sure we have the whole routine and I get the kids in bed ok. They just don't stay that way. Each night after we've washed, brushed, flossed, jammied and read they lay down like sweet little angels. That is until I've left the room.
More often then not as soon as I pull the door closed they're out and in to something. Most of the time I'll call (read: yell) up to them "GET BACK IN BED".
On one particular night a few weeks back when I'd already gone through 12 rounds ofthreatening politely telling them to get back in bed I decided to sneak up on them and bust them in the act.
So I crept up the stairs, turned the knob ever so quietly and then flipped on the light and said loudly "WHATAREYOUDOING?"
It was at that moment my daughter fell to the floor, hugged her knees to her chest and screamed bloody murder. There were no toys in sight. Her brother was asleep in his top bunk and I had busted her...trying to get a drink of water from the water bottle I'd left for her.
She screamed and cried for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was probably about a minute.
Initially,part of me wanted to laugh because my daughter does have a flair for the dramatic. That was until I saw that her lips had a bluish tinge to them and she was crying so hard she couldn't breathe. The other part of me said You are for sure going to hell for wanting to laugh. You almost caused your kid to have a coronary. That's some fine parenting there.
Aah, these are the moments I cherish.
Moments which will surely propel me in to the parenting hall of fame. I'm good like that.
*******
And for you spa and chocolate lovers I bring you a new giveaway. Enjoy!
Sure we have the whole routine and I get the kids in bed ok. They just don't stay that way. Each night after we've washed, brushed, flossed, jammied and read they lay down like sweet little angels. That is until I've left the room.
More often then not as soon as I pull the door closed they're out and in to something. Most of the time I'll call (read: yell) up to them "GET BACK IN BED".
On one particular night a few weeks back when I'd already gone through 12 rounds of
So I crept up the stairs, turned the knob ever so quietly and then flipped on the light and said loudly "WHATAREYOUDOING?"
It was at that moment my daughter fell to the floor, hugged her knees to her chest and screamed bloody murder. There were no toys in sight. Her brother was asleep in his top bunk and I had busted her...trying to get a drink of water from the water bottle I'd left for her.
She screamed and cried for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was probably about a minute.
Initially,part of me wanted to laugh because my daughter does have a flair for the dramatic. That was until I saw that her lips had a bluish tinge to them and she was crying so hard she couldn't breathe. The other part of me said You are for sure going to hell for wanting to laugh. You almost caused your kid to have a coronary. That's some fine parenting there.
Aah, these are the moments I cherish.
Moments which will surely propel me in to the parenting hall of fame. I'm good like that.
*******
And for you spa and chocolate lovers I bring you a new giveaway. Enjoy!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Oh...the guilt
Damn every one of you that has emailed or commented or anything to that effect about my lack of content.
Ok, not really. I love that you care and it does make me feel kinda warm and fuzzy inside but you must know it's a time issue not a content issue.
Believe me I fully intend to tell you about my 5 year old son's foot fetish, and the time when I thought I was funny and scared the bejesus out of my daughter to the point where she couldn't breathe (I know I'm a good mom). I might even tell you about how I had to sit by a guy on the bus that smelled like Shrimp Top Ramen. Or I could tell you about how I'm in the process of planning a Halloween party for 15 five year olds. Yes, I know I'm not sane.
Or I could tell you about...well you get the hint. I got lots to say. Just not the time to say it. But I will. In good time. I promise. I, for once, am choosing work over blogging. Kind of. Really work is making me choose it. Ahem, moving right along.
So you have something to gnaw on for a bit, I'm doing a 6 random facts meme that my bloggy friend who became my real life friend Mrs. Tantrum tagged me for.
You'll note that this blog has remained meme free for more then a year because I'm usually too lazy to do them or just plain don't want to because they might bore the shit out of my readers. But for quick content and an award. Here you go:
1)If you were to see me during the week at work you'd be appalled at my appearance. Lately I've taken to not wearing make-up. It's not because I don't like make-up. I love it and it loves me. It's because I'm lazy and I get up too early. Any other time, I'll slap on the warpaint so as not to scare anyone
2)I do not have an Ipod. I think I am the only living adult that does not possess one. I hope to change that this Chrismas (are you listening hubby ?)
3)I'm double jointed in both thumbs. This is not useful at all. But it's a random fact so there
4)Barring Canada, I have never traveled outside of the U.S. This is something I intend to change as soon as I win the lottery or a free trip.
5)H&M has finally made it's way to the Pacific Northwest and this will most certainly cause me to have to live in a cardboard box
6)I have Diet Coke pumped intravenously in to my blood stream. Ok, not really but I might as well for the ungodly amount I drink per day.
Now then...I'll take my award Mrs. T.
Thank you and you're welcome (for the stimulating blog content and not tagging anyone for this meme of course)
Mwah,
WM
Ok, not really. I love that you care and it does make me feel kinda warm and fuzzy inside but you must know it's a time issue not a content issue.
Believe me I fully intend to tell you about my 5 year old son's foot fetish, and the time when I thought I was funny and scared the bejesus out of my daughter to the point where she couldn't breathe (I know I'm a good mom). I might even tell you about how I had to sit by a guy on the bus that smelled like Shrimp Top Ramen. Or I could tell you about how I'm in the process of planning a Halloween party for 15 five year olds. Yes, I know I'm not sane.
Or I could tell you about...well you get the hint. I got lots to say. Just not the time to say it. But I will. In good time. I promise. I, for once, am choosing work over blogging. Kind of. Really work is making me choose it. Ahem, moving right along.
So you have something to gnaw on for a bit, I'm doing a 6 random facts meme that my bloggy friend who became my real life friend Mrs. Tantrum tagged me for.
You'll note that this blog has remained meme free for more then a year because I'm usually too lazy to do them or just plain don't want to because they might bore the shit out of my readers. But for quick content and an award. Here you go:
1)If you were to see me during the week at work you'd be appalled at my appearance. Lately I've taken to not wearing make-up. It's not because I don't like make-up. I love it and it loves me. It's because I'm lazy and I get up too early. Any other time, I'll slap on the warpaint so as not to scare anyone
2)I do not have an Ipod. I think I am the only living adult that does not possess one. I hope to change that this Chrismas (are you listening hubby ?)
3)I'm double jointed in both thumbs. This is not useful at all. But it's a random fact so there
4)Barring Canada, I have never traveled outside of the U.S. This is something I intend to change as soon as I win the lottery or a free trip.
5)H&M has finally made it's way to the Pacific Northwest and this will most certainly cause me to have to live in a cardboard box
6)I have Diet Coke pumped intravenously in to my blood stream. Ok, not really but I might as well for the ungodly amount I drink per day.
Now then...I'll take my award Mrs. T.
Thank you and you're welcome (for the stimulating blog content and not tagging anyone for this meme of course)
Mwah,
WM
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