It's Tuesday again. I'm going on so little sleep, I can't even give you an intro. You're just going to have to put on your wellies and wade into the random today.
-> So, "I'd rather be at work than...." Mondays are going well. Please stop by on Monday afternoon and tell me what your job is better than.
-> I've started getting Spanish lessons through my e-mail from Berlitz. I feel so darn international right now. The co-worker who sits next to my cube is Puerto Rican, so he's helping me with pronunciation. I've made a realization, though. For every new bit of information my brain takes in, it spits an old piece of information out. So every time I learn a new word, I can't help but wonder what I've lost. Has anyone seen my car keys?
-> Oh, yes. LG is a rock star. His tat says, "Mama". Cause we all know rock stars just love their Moms. His girlfriend was equally cute. She has a bedazzled white shirt that said "Rock Star" in rhinestones, with her jean skirt and black leggings. Little pink converse sticking out the bottoms. LG has his black high top converse with the flames to complete his outfit. Hysterical, I tell you.
-> I was going to go all controversial about that kid who was rejected from the Catholic kindergarten in Colorado because his moms are lesbians, but I'm just too tired for controversy.
-> Being audited is like being pecked to death by ducks.
-> The kids both have coughs, and it affects them quite differently. Little o just has trouble breathing and almost sounds as though he's choking, but seems to sleep right through it. He just looks like he's in pain. LG, however, coughs until he gags, and then proceeds to get sick. That should summarize quite nicely why I didn't sleep at all last night. Between going in to check and make sure that little o was still breathing, and listening for sounds of imminent barf, I barely napped. Explains the lam-o post today, I hope.
Ok, I have to get going. Really. One of my unstated new year resolutions was to try to make friends (in Ohio) with people that my husband didn't go to high school with. To support that, I'm going to lunch with one of the other moms from LG's school. Yeah, because I'm all sorts of breaking out over here. I went from mooching off my husband's friends, to mooching off my son's friends. One day I'll make my own friends, I promise.
Have a good Tuesday, all. Come back tomorrow to see the boys dressed up in their green.