Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Random Tuesday Thoughts...
Welcome to Tuesday, internets. I'll be your host, MB. When you're all done here, go visit Keely, alias Un-Mom, and she'll really make your Tuesday random.
->First things first, how freaking lazy have we gotten as a blogging community? Have you noticed this? Responses to Random Tuesday Thoughts on FRIDAY? People going a whole week without a post? Me missing a Tuesday completely? Egad. It's like February finally got to us. But I've noticed we're springing back this week. The random sunshine up north is finally thawing out the thoughts.
->Ever notice that when you don't want something, it's always around and when you need it, it's gone? Woot.com regularly has digital photo frames up for sale at obscenely low prices. Then PB asked for one for Father's Day. Since then? Not a single frame for sale. Grumble, grumble, grumble.
-> I have to ask. What's wrong with being middle aged? Really, when you hit 40 and realize you're in the middle. Uhm, you're only 40! And you have another 40 years of living to do! That's a lot of years left, people! Years, some of which you'll be retired. No school, no kids. Hell, I want to be middle aged now.
-> Ok, for all the people who have asked why I don't have a follow thingy, I have remedied the situation. Look down below. All the way down below. Click the little button down on the bottom. Now you can legally stalk me. Happy? I know I am.
-> Thursday is "Rock Star" day at school. I know, how cool is LG's school, right? But when I got the notice I had a problem. Uhm, what do I put LG in to dress him up like a rock star? I asked PB's advice and he laughed at me. Outright gaffawed. His response? "You're problem is that your kid always goes to school looking like a rock star. Long sleeved t-shirt under short sleeved one. Jeans. Black high top converse with flames on them? Not exactly standard 2 year old apparel. He could be the lead guitar in an indie band already." Oh, uhm, yeah. I guess. I'm still going to throw on a bandana and some spray on hair color. Maybe give him a fauxhawk. I draw the line at spandex, though (sorry David Lee Roth. that's just too much, even for me.)
-> When will some people learn? Last night PB insisted the he went to HS with little o's godfather. But he didn't. They went to the same HS, but not at the same time. How do I know this? Uncle C is my age. And PB and I would have missed each other by a year. But he pigheadedly went through his year book (while I sent a quick text message to confirm my rightness). And the verdict? Yeah, I'm right. As usual, thanks. I did a victory dance. It was a small one, though.
-> LG is now officially pacifier free. Fully. Even at night. Because it had become like crack. He'd get to the end of his bath and start the "paci? paci?" mantra. He didn't care about stories or songs, as long as he had the paci. It was almost creepy, he was that attached. So, we went to a "big boy" bed this weekend, and the paci went with the crib. He definitely noticed its absence, but he's living through it. I know, half of you are cheering us on while the other half are saying, "If it made him happy, who cares if he had a paci?" Trust me. It's better this way. Because my kid would have been the one to go to college with a paci.
-> Yesterday's "I'd rather be..." Monday went pretty well. You guys are a creative bunch. We really might make that a regular thing. Because by the end of the day? I was actually happy to be at work (rather than, say, dead. or in labor.)
Ok, back to the grind stone. The Auditors arrive tomorrow promptly at 7:30. I must be ready for them. And look like I care. My boss is out of town, though. It's really, really hard to care today. Must force myself.