Tuesday, August 19, 2008

A meme!
All the cool kids are doing it.


Eye Color: hazel green
Hair Color: according to Clairol it's Roasted Chestnut--
Dyed or Natural: um, see above
Curly or Straight: curly, mopish most days
Right- or Left-handed: both and neither
Tan or Pale: pale
Jeans or Khakis: khakis
Country, Rap, or Rock: a little of everything (I have a confused musical sense)
Car: badass station wagon
Place in order of preference--T.V., book, movie, music: movie, book, music, tv
Your heritage: Italian with a bit of English and German thrown in
Shoes you're wearing today: brown flats
Your weakness(es): ice cream, rum punch, those strawberry banana shakes you get at faires
Your perfect pizza: regular slice, but it has to be from "I love" back in NY (ohio pizza, uhm, sucks)
Favorite color: blue
Favorite place: soon to be my new livingroom
Goal you'd like to achieve: a new job
Your most overused phrase(s): Me? Overuse? Never...
Your thoughts first waking up: "Nope, nobody screaming. Go back to sleep."
Your best physical feature(s): my eyes? how the hell am I supposed to judge that?
Your bedtime: ask LG
Your most missed memory: hanging with my 'rents
Pepsi or Coke: Coke
McDonald's or Burger King: Taco Bell
Single or group dates: my husband doesn't let me date
Adidas or Nike: Converse
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton
Chocolate or vanilla: depends
Cappuccino or coffee: no, thank you
DO YOU:Smoke: no
Cuss: how else will my kid learn?
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend: my husband won't let me have one (although, I guess I've never asked, really)
Take a shower: daily
Have a crush(es): not today
Think you've been in love: well, YEAH
Want to get married: again? not again...
Believe in yourself: yep
Believe in God: yup
Believe in your government: I don't beleive in Beatles, I just believe in me.
Get motion sickness: Sometimes
Think you're attractive: I'm secure in the knowledge that PB thinks I'm a smoking hottie
Think you're a health freak: not a HEALTH freak, no
Get along with your parents: why, yes. they're much easier to get along with now...
Like thunderstorms: only if I'm indoors, preferably snuggled up with a good book


Drank alcohol: yes
Gone on a date: no
Gone to the mall: yes
Been on stage: no
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: WTF?
Eaten sushi: yes
Been dumped: no
Gone skating: no
Gone skinny dipping: no, but there's still time
Stolen anything: nope


Played a game that required removal of clothing: yes
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: yes
Been caught "doing something": haven't you??
Been called a tease: uh, not that I know of (though, is that a bad or a good thing?)
Gotten beaten up: who ever beat up the littliest kid in school? isn't that bad karma?
Age you hope to be married: I think I timed it right
Number of children you'd like: let's see how this one goes
Describe your dream wedding: I did this up right, too (very small, outdoors, casual)
What do you want to be when you grow up: tall


Best eye color?: don't care
Best hair color?: don't care
Short or long hair: short
Height: don't care
Best first date location: don't care
Best first kiss location: hmmm, don't know


Number of people I could trust with my life: apparently, at least 3 (or so I hope, since legally I have)...
Number of CD's: no idea
Number of piercings: three
Number of tattoos: none so far
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: don't know
Number of scars on my body: 2

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Big, white box

Sorry, folks, I'm sucking at the updates these days. Blame it on my sucktastic job, or my cranky kid, or the fact that my house is a GD money and time pit. Whatever you'd like.

The good news is that we now have a big, empty, white box where our ugly 80's livingroom used to be. We have gone from ugly, to absolutely nothing, to a completely clean slate. It's magical. I have but one regret. We had the perfect opportunity to graffiti the walls, write all sorts of swears, or Joni loves Chachi, or put a picture of a big pot leaf up on the walls before we primed. But we didn't think of it. Drat. LG was feeling like he could sit in his saucer for a few minutes, so I picked up a roller and went to town. And now that we have one fully primed coat up, our chance is gone. Oh, well.

But, you should see it! So much potential in one room. If we put LG in there, it's just overwhelming, the potential in that room. He could take over the world from there. Bwa ha ha. I will take pictures tonight. I hope. I'll try.

And tonight the second coat of primer goes up. Then tomorrow, PB paints. I hope to Allah that this really is a color we like, otherwise, there's a hole lot of badness coming our way.

But this time next week, we should be done. DONE. No more construction. PB gets some free time and LG isn't stuck with only me all weekend and every night. It will be wonderful in ways I can't even explain. Sigh.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Really? Are you kidding me???

I would like to preface this post with the fact that I'm not "mad" about this, but it might come out sounding that way.

When we were thinking of names for our kid we tried to think of all the possible nicknames that people could come up with. We asked around, "what would you call him?" "What do you think of this name?" We tried really hard. And what we came up with was good. There wasn't anything that was even possibly bad. Or yucky. Or so we thought.

I go into school yesterday to pick him up, and Miss S (one of our favorite teachers) calls him by a name that really made me want to cry. She took the first two letters of his first name, and the first two of his middle name and put them together. Really, now? It sounds like something that slices and dices on the home shopping network. Not like something you call my adorable boy. And I did something that I hoped never to have to do. I said, "please don't call him that. I'm good with most everything else, but that's just horrible." And she was ok with it. But I feel bad. I hate having to say that to the people at school. They spend all day with him, and know him pretty well. He likes it there, and usually what they do is just great. I had to put a food down on this one, though.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Angel's Song

At this point, please roll the Hallelujah chorus through your head. Because we have a sub floor! You can no longer see the washer dryer from the kitchen. Thank goodness. PB and Uncle B spent yesterday morning putting down the plywood. And all was good in the world. Pictures tomorrow, if I can get my krappe together to take some.

Saturday, LG and I went to visit Grammie and Grampa, who are now back from their vacation. And there was much happiness, as this is the first time that LG went more than a week without his Grandparents. I'm fairly sure that's why he was such a mess last weekend. He didn't have his usual visit with them. But Grammie did send us a mini-Grammie blanket from Florida to let us know she was thinking of us (oh, and to keep us from having to completely cover him in a blanket when it was 1000 degrees out). Mama did a craft with our cousin C, and LG hung out with the G-rents. While PB made ready for the floor.

Other than that, not much to report. Tomorrow we go for our 6 month checkup (I know, already? Seems like we just had shots!). And PB is being forced to come along this time, regardless of whatever else is going on. Hopefully, all is well, and we will proceed on as normal.

This post is especially for Miss K, out in NY, since she'll be looking for an update on her Monday lunch! Glad to hear you had fun on your adventure!