Pink Sheets

Saturday, April 30, 2005

Absent Minded

I went and got a haircut today. I have been going to the same girl to have my haircut for the past four years. I have never had the same stylist for that long but I love her. For one thing she's not afraid to let me try new things. She'll do whatever I want. You may think that's what all stylists are like, but I've come across some who are afraid to just go all out. Not that I have crazy hair styles or want crazy hair styles, but when I try something new it's usually pretty extreme for me and she just goes for it.

Another reason I like her is because she's way cute. We're about the same age, she may be a few years older, but that's how I describe her, as cute. She wears cute clothes and shoes and she has cute hair and a cute figure. I just imagine that's how someone doing my hair should be. Stylish, and not only that but more stylish than me. When you go to someone who is suppose to keep you posh, you don't want them to be frumpy. Am I right? I'm right.

Even though she is cute and stylish, she's insanely nice. I suppose insanely isn't a great description. She's not so nice it's annoying, but when I see a pretty girl, I always assume they're going to be snobbish or look down on me. I'm not sure why I have this preconceived notion about pretty girls, but I always have. I think it has a lot to do with high school and possibly even college. Anyhow, she's nice, like girlfriend nice, like we could hang out nice. She's not a snob in the least. I like that. I sit in that chair and look in the mirror and it's hard not to make comparisons between the two of us. I quickly snap out of it because she's talking to me non stop about the latest movie she's seen or what she did last week or where she took her kids the other day just for fun. I don't have much time to dwell on her beauty because she's so comfortable to be around.

And most importantly, I think I like her so much because she's so absent minded. She has been known to mess up a hair color, burn you with the hair dryer, and she is always running behind schedule. Always. Most people might find this completely annoying for someone who is providing them a service, but I find it charming. Probably because I have this same problem. I have been known to completely mess up a simple task, such as baking a frozen pizza, forget to make important phone calls, and I am always "fashionably" late. Maybe it's refreshing to know that I'm not alone in this world of absent mindedness. That even girls that seem perfectly put together aren't so perfect. (Of course, after four years I have also learned that her life in general is far from perfect, but that's something entirely different. No one has a perfect life.)

So, enought on my hair lady. I'm going to go get my book and lay out even though I haven't shaved today and then decide what I should have for dinner, realize there is no way I'm going to be able to figure it out, call my mom and get some addresses to send out invitations to Darby's birthday party, and then do nothing for the rest of the evening. It should be fun.

Friday, April 29, 2005

Blah, Blah, Blah

I feel like I want to post something, however I am tapped out of things to write about. I wish I had something but I don’t. We did go to my second doctor appointment yesterday afternoon. It was pretty quick. I was weighed and we listened to the heartbeat and the doctor told us that everything looks great. That’s it.

Jordan went with us and he was able to hear the heartbeat. I’m not sure he was too impressed. He was, however, pretty interested in hearing his own heartbeat. And I think he believes the baby lives in my heart now. He was tired last night so I’m not sure if that’s what he meant exactly, but that’s what it sounded like. I want Darby to be able to go with me to an appointment too. I think she would think that was pretty interesting. As long as it’s a getting weighed and listening to the heartbeat appointment with no extras, if you know what I mean.

Jordan is also under the impression that he is going to be helping his dad make two cribs. One for a girl baby and one for a boy baby. I suppose he thinks that Darby will have a sister and he and Riley will have a brother. But, fortunately for me and Brian, we will only be having one or the other. There’s only one heartbeat. Whew!!!

This whole pregnancy thing has put my emotions on a roller coaster ride. I am so grouchy with some people. Usually I can hide my distaste for people pretty well, however, the last couple of months I’ve been such a bitch. I hate it. People can send me off my rocker with a wrong look. Usually they do something more than look at me wrong, but if they did I would probably freak out. We are soon moving downstairs to be put in closer working quarters so they can lease out part of the building. (This is annoying in and of itself, but it’s a little off my point so maybe I’ll explain in another post.) Anyway, we’re moving downstairs out of our offices to smaller cubes. Sort of what I started out with when I first started working for this company. At first I was upset about the smaller cubes, but I’m over that. Now I’m more concerned about how I’m going to cope being so close to certain co-workers. I hope I don’t completely lose my mind, though I can’t make any promises.

Anyway, I hate that I’m writing being pregnant so much, but it’s kind of a big deal. Right? I’ll try not to dwell on it too much. I’m going to be more fascinating soon, I just know it.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

What Displeasure

Can you believe it?!!! Can you? Constantine was voted off. WTF??!!! I am seriously annoyed. I can't believe those idiots who voted for that no talented loser Scott. Kick him off! Please!!! Okay, I don't vote, but this isn't like the presidential elections so I feel I can bitch. Plus, it doensn't cost anything to vote for president, so I have an excuse. I told Brian we needed to vote. I did. I said we need to vote for Constantine and now look what happened. I can't believe that geek wasn't even in the bottom three. Okay, my new favorite is Bo. We'll see what happens.

In other news, I watched Ladder 49 last night. It was pretty okay, but I wasn't completely happy with the ending. It was kind of disappointing much like American Idol. It's probably not a movie I would watch twice. Oh well. A movie that I really like is Spanglish. It's fabulous. I want to buy that one. It's funny and Adam Sandler isn't a complete dork, he's actually really good. If you like those kinds of movies. My sister doesn't. She told Brian that Love Actually was too artsy or something like that. Um, I don't think so. I don't like artsy movies much either and I would never describe Love Actually that way. Of course, I have also heard of this movie described as pornographic, but that's another story entirely. Plus, the person whom described it in this is way is the "M" word so she really doesn't know any better. Love Actually is just misunderstood. It's a great movie and I received it in my stocking for Christmas so I like it even more now.

Alright, my frustration is out in the open. I can let it go now and move on. I may vote next week.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Emotions Suck

I feel like an emotional wreck. Not a sobbing, crying wreck, just overly sensitive and crabby. Argh!! I hate this. At least my boobs are getting a little bit bigger. I could see them from the corner of my eye as I was walking down the hall this morning and I'm not even wearing a push up bra. And someone searched boobs and found my blog. :)

Tuesday, April 26, 2005


I was talking with my co-workers about Darby's broken nose. I didn't actually bring it up but everyone knew why I was leaving Friday and asked about her. People were so amazed to learn this was her second broken nose. I was sort of joking about it, "what's wrong with her?", "does she not realize she has a nose?", I queried. I failed to realize that while I was asking these silly questions that I was standing there with a big red spot that resembles a pimple with an outline of blue all around my chin. How did I bruise my chin you ask? Well, I was trying to get into my car quickly and my chin met the corner of the door. What is wrong with me? Do I not realize I have a chin?

Monday, April 25, 2005


Today I took Riley to his first volunteer activity. I think I could have picked a better event. We went to the zoo to help with Enrichment Day. Enrichment Day is where they show the general public the basic care they give the animals. That part was interesting. We saw how monkeys picked food out of a wading pool filled with shredded paper. They were so cute. They would reach into the pool, grab a handful of paper and hopefully a treat, then climb up the fence to a branch, where they would roll the paper and the treat between their hands until all the paper falls to the floor. Sometimes they would roll all of the paper out and be left with nothing. They looked so disappointed. We also learned that these same monkeys are given lemon wedges. They love the lemon wedges and not to eat. They rub the wedges all over their bodies to clean themselves. How amusing is that? The woman who is in charge of these monkeys found this out by mistake. One day she thought she would try sticking lemons into their food. She thought they would be good for them. When she came back around the cage smelled of lemons and she saw they were using them to bathe. Monkeys are weird and super cute.

We also saw the komodo dragon eat. Boy, that's something that gets your gag reflex going. The zoo keepers intermittenly place dead mice around the habitat, the lizard, or dragon if you will, then goes around and gulps the dead mice down. One bite, one gulp. Ewwww!!!

Okay, I'm completely off my subject now. I take Riley to volunteer with this event. Our activity is to set up little wading pools, fill them with shredded and paper, and hide candy in them so the kids can come around and forage for treats. You know, like the monkeys do. I think there was suppose to be some kind of organization to this event, however there was not. There were about 7 or 8 pools set up and two adult volunteers to supervise the candy finding. It was just a mess and it was slow because it's somewhat dreary outside. So it basically consisted of the adult volunteers standing around not doing much and the kid volunteers running around to the other booths and activities and looking at the animals. Not too much fun for an 8 year old. Not to much fun for a 28 year old.

Next time I finding something with more substance. No more sissy activities. I may be a princess, but I do not want to stand around a zoo doing nothing. I want to see the results and actually feel like I'm making a difference. That's what's going to teach Riley. He won't learn anything by what he did yesterday. It was fun, but I won't be doing that again. Next year, I'm going to pay the couple of dollars and take all the kids to Enrichment Day because it was actually very interesting. Much, much more interesting than standing around in front of the monkeys, chit chatting.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Alright, since my pregnancy post I have run out of things to talk about. I have nothing. Just kidding. Yesterday Darby broke her nose at school. At least I believe it's broken. I took her to the doctor and they didn't say the word broken, but said she'd only have to have surgery if it was obstructing her breathing. Which it isn't. I'm very glad she won't be having surgery because last year around this time she broke her nose and did have to have surgery. Brian says if she keeps breaking it we aren't going to buy her another one. I could go along with that except if she keeps breaking it we may not have a choice. What a little dork she is.

Back in October I signed up on BlogExplosion. I had completely forgot about it. I have this new hit counter I put in a couple of months ago and it showed someone viewed my site from a blogexplosion link. This BlogExplosion thing is pretty darn fun. I'm so addicted to blogging right now. I don't know why exactly. Does that make me a nerd? I hope not.

I also enjoy my counter. It is so cool. It gives me so much information. Someone on Yahoo searched 'stories of people snooping on their boyfriend'. How funny. My site ends up on a lot of searches containing the words boyfriend, kids. love notes, and pink sheets. Why I find this so fascinating I'm not sure. It's just cool okay? Of course, I have never had anyone search naughty things and get to my site. I'm a little disappointed about that. Do I not talk about boobs enough? If I don't I certainly could write more posts involving the word boobs. I don't really think that would help because for awhile I was writing about boobs jobs pretty frequently and I have yet to see a search that includes the word boob. Hmph!!

Speaking of boobs, this pregnancy has thrown my two year plan off course. You know, I was suppose to get my tattoo this year and next year I was suppose to have my boob job. Not going to happen. For one thing they won't tattoo pregnant ladies and by the time I turn 29 I will be a showing pregnant lady. No tattoo for me. And next year? Well, next year I'm going to be hunting for a new home and trying to keep up with four, count them four, little kids. So boobs are going to be the last thing on my mind. I guess that's how things go. Besides, a little more than a year ago I wanted to have another baby before I turned 30, so I suppose one of my plans worked out. Even if it was a plan I decided wasn't going to happen. Ah, the way life works is so amusing.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005


I don’t know why I didn’t want to discuss this with Brian. I think I was scared. I didn’t necessarily believe he would be angry about the situation, but I thought he would be unhappy and maybe freak out a little. Everything in our relationship has been going really good thus far and I may have thought that this event would push it off course. I assumed that by saying two little words to him, “I’m pregnant”, I would be sabotaging everything we had together. I know, it sounds dramatic.

I was a little off. When he first looked into the white bag and saw the pregnancy test in there, he thought he would pick it up and find a negative result and throw it away. He would be able to put the “I haven’t started my period yet. It’s Wednesday and for the past three years I have always started on Sunday. Always,” behind him, or rather us. But, he picked up the test and realized it wasn’t negative. It was obviously positive. I think he may have been sick. I’m not sure. I didn’t want to talk to him right then.

After he drank the several glasses of wine he was more relaxed and it didn’t seem like such a burden. Just a shock. What the hell are we going to do with four kids? We don’t have room for four kids, we don’t have a car equipped to fit four kids and a dog. What are we going to do? But then that stuffs gets pushed aside. You do what you have to do. We’ll get a new car and we have made tentative plans to move out of the little house to a much bigger house in two years or so, hopefully. Now we get to the important part. Do you want a boy or a girl? What do you think of this name if it’s a boy, what about this name if it’s a girl?

Whenever we go out we always notice all the baby things, “look how much cuter girl stuff is than boy stuff,” I always comment. Even though I don’t care which one the baby is. Okay I want a girl a little more than a I do a boy, but I’m not going to care when we have a boy, if in fact it is a boy. And it would be so perfect if we had a girl. Two boys and two girls. That is the exact reason I’m predicting a baby boy, which would make me perfectly happy.

We already went to my first doctor’s appointment. They took a huge supply of blood from me. Uck!! I hate that part. They also did the ever fun exam (sarcasm), while Brian pretended to be looking at a magazine. We didn’t get to hear the baby’s heart beat at that appointment because it was too soon. That was okay because my doctor scheduled me for an ultrasound that next week. We have our first baby picture and Brian has labeled it with the age, heartbeat, and length. (I’m sure it will be posted soon.) So as of today I am only 10 weeks along. I have a huge amount of time to go. We have made the announcement sort of early. I think there's a rule about waiting three months, so I'm two weeks early. Oh well. Hopefully there will be no more surprises.

It’s weird. Once the shock wears off, it feels okay to be excited and happy about this. Everything always works out and this will too.

Any yes, Cat I lied to you. You had guessed my surprise ending. Brat!! Do you open your Christmas presents before Christmas and rewrap them too? :)

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Just A Little Something

I was giving my daughter a kiss goodnight and noticed she had a bit of a runny nose. I tried to avoid a straight on kiss and kind of veered off to the side and then gave her the ritual two hugs. Before the second hug was finished she stopped me, "I didn't get a very good kiss." She puckers her lips expecting a nice big smacker. I of course obliged and then went and washed my face. How can you say no to little kid kisses? Even when they are gross.

Also, we had to move our bed away from the window last night for reasons I'll let Brian blog about. This morning Brian found an unused condom where the bed used to be. I don't know why there was a condom there. I guess we thought about using it, but never got around to it. I hope we at least got around to the other business. Geez, that would be disappointing. I don't even know why we have condoms. I'm on the pill. Weird.

One last thing. I think it's so funny that I was informed by an eight and four year old that a new Pope has been selected. The bells at their school rang when the news was announced and all the teachers were talking about it. They told me on the way home. It's very exciting. I, of course, had heard the news earlier, but it seems silly to me that they know of this. You should of heard them talking about the service they had in honor of Pope John Paul. Their descriptions were so cute and amusing.

Silly Dreams

Last night before Brian and I fell asleep we were talking about skunks. I know, it’s weird pillow talk, however we were sleeping with the window open and I could smell a skunk outside. So, I was talking about skunks and Brian was trying to sleep. Anyway, this morning I remember the most curious dream.

We were all home (kids included) getting ready for Darby’s birthday party. So people were about to arrive at our house at any moment. Riley comes out of his and Jordan’s bedroom and says they need help putting something in their Game Cube. I go in the room to help them, which isn’t really their room but rather Darby’s room, and start to help them with their game. All of a sudden Riley and Jordan start running around the room, horse playing and screaming like crazy kids. I immediately begin to panic. “Stop it you two,” I shout. “The skunk is under the dresser.” (The boys don’t have a dresser in their room either. I’m not sure where it came from.) “You’re going to freak her out. You need to stop running around.” I turn to see the skunk scurry up the wall behind the dresser, extremely agitated. Right when the skunk was about to round the corner out the door I hear, “BEEEP, BEEEP!” My alarm went off. I narrowly missed being sprayed by a skunk. Ugh!

Why we had a skunk I have no idea. And if we did have a skunk, I would hope we had the sense (no pun intended) to have her de-scented for heaven sakes.


I didn’t really have time to think about anything the rest of the day. I had a team meeting at my manager’s house that lasted all day. It was close to five when we finished. I didn’t even get home until almost six that evening.

Brian and I didn’t talk about much when I first arrived. He had just received his new computer and was busy tinkering around with that. I just wanted to lay down and do nothing, which I did. I wasn’t in much of a mood for chit chat. I didn’t even feel like eating dinner.

Soon, however, Brian was getting hungry and I made us some hamburger helper. (Yuck! So not in the mood for hamburger helper.) Anyway, while that was simmering he asked me if I did my thing that morning. I just shrugged. For some reason, I didn’t really want to talk about it. I didn’t really want to give him details. He didn’t push. In fact, he changed the subject quickly. I went out to the car. I had left a white paper bag out there. A white paper bag that contained the evidence and the information that Brian was curious about. I didn’t really have to say a word. I would just show him. He saw the bag on the table and instantly knew what it was. He asked, “so this is it, huh?”

“Yep,” I say, nonchalantly. “You can just throw it out.”

“Oh,” he said knowingly. He pulls it out and looks at it in disbelief. “You have to be shitting me!” He exclaimed.

Once again I just shrug. I did not want to even think about it let alone talk about it. We sat down to dinner and after we picked at our food for awhile, cleared the table and moseyed around the house in uncomfortable silence, Brian decided to have a few glasses of wine. To lighten the mood I suppose.

To be continued....

Monday, April 18, 2005

Just Something I Was Thinking While Perusing Blogs

Isn’t it funny how you can make other people angry by doing nothing. The mere fact that you are yourself and happy and comfortable in your own skin can make a certain type of person positively insane. I’m not sure why. Possibly their own insecurities or jealousy I suppose. I mean to put someone down for the way they live is absolutely the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.

Don’t get me wrong. I have my own insecurities and every once in awhile I have a tendency to hate someone for no reason, at least not a good reason. Brian hates when I’m like that. He thinks it’s unattractive or something. Whatever!! But, I agree, when I act like that I’m embarrassed. I’m embarrassed because the only reason I hate them is because I’m jealous. And really I don’t have any reason to be jealous of another person’s life. Because my life is happy and content and for the most part worry free. Mainly because I surround myself with people who love and support me in everything I do. I suppose that is a reason to be jealous of someone. It would be hard to live in a world where you’re always angry and believe the world owes you something.

This little post makes me glad to read the blogs that I do. Every blog I read is just someone discussing their everyday life and while they may rant and rave about things that are irritating, for the most part it’s refreshing to know there are so many people out there who enjoy life no matter what their occupation, no matter where they live, no matter what they drive. They’re happy with their life in general and I have yet to read one post from a blog in my sidebar that has ever put another person down for the way they live their life. Woohoo for my blogger friends.


Email to Amanda:

Come up here. I’m going to do you-know-what before we get coffee.



I Respond:

Yes. Seriously.

Amanda arrives at my cube. “Alright, are you ready?”

“I guess so,” I say.

We walk down the hall to our destination. “This is suppose to take two to three minutes, but I don’t think we need that much time. Look at this.” I instruct her.

“Oh my God!!! That’s what mine looked like too.” Amanda chuckles.

“Are you laughing at me, because it’s not funny.” I say, feeling hurt.

“I’m not laughing. I swear. I’m just shocked. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Well, how the heck do you think I feel?”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’m not laughing. Are you okay?” She asks sympathetically.

“I’m okay. Let’s go get coffee. I really need some right now.”


"Wait, what should I do with this? Keep it?" I ask her.

"I don't know. I suppose you could keep it. It's really up to you."

"I'll keep it. I guess I'll just stick it in my purse. I'm not sure what else to do with it."

To be continued...

Saturday, April 16, 2005


Brian said that my last post was vaguely sarcastic. He said he couldn't tell if I really thought he was going to dump me or not. Okay, he knows I was being sarcastic but he thought other people might not get it. Not that too many people read this, but for those of you who do and don't know me in real life, I was being sarcastic. I don't really think Brian is going to dump me when he graduates. Of course, stranger things have happened. Really strange things. So, if he does I wouldn't be surprised. Not!!! I would be flabbergasted.

Am I jinxing this? If I just assume he won't does that mean he will? Argh!!!! What do I do? I just gave myself bad karma by even making fun of the fact that he would dump me. By acting cavalier about the situation I have just doomed myself to being cast aside. Okay, too much time and energy has been wasted on this topic as it is. I am now stopping. I don't believe he is going to throw me out on my bottom in a couple of months. But, if he does, you will be the first to know. How's that?

Nice Weather

I took a half day yesterday. Ha, ha!! It was a pretty good half day if I do say so myself. Brian and I went searching for a cake for Darby's birthday party/Mother's Day bbq. We are doing a fifties theme where Darby will be wearing a cute poodle skirt. We have yet to find a cake to fit into our theme. We did find a place that would design one to our specifications, but a quarter sheet would cost about $30.00. That's pretty expensive for that size of cake. Ah well, I still have several weeks before the party. We also bought a gazebo type contraption for our porch. It looks pretty good. Brian calls it a room. I wouldn't go so far as to call it a room, but it's very nice.

The weather here in good old Nampa, Id is suppose to reach 76 degrees. I am so happy. I'm going to try and get some sun today. It's almost skirt without nylon season and I am super white. I need to get some color so as not to offend my co-workers. I shaved and everything. I am ready for this weather. We've had some teaser days, but I want this to be permanent. The 10 day forecast is looking pretty good.

I am so excited that it's almost summer. I'm not sure why. It's not like I get the summer off or anything. I just love the summertime. We'll be able to go to the mountains and now I have a friend from work that has a cabin not too far from Brian's parent's cabin. We'll be able to go out on the boat at least a few times. Plus, this will be Chloe's first time up there. I don't know why that excites me, but I can't wait to take her up.

Also, Brian will be finished with school. I don't know if this is good or scary. Change is always scary. He just needs to find a job that won't make him insane. I don't really care what kind of job he finds or how much he makes. Just as long as he doesn't go insane. We have also speculated that certain people believe he's going to dump me when he graduates from school. You know, because he's just using me for an income. Basically, I'm his sugar momma. He really does tell people that. That's fine. We'll see what happens around August. I wonder if I should start looking for an apartment. I wonder when the dumping will occur. Will it happen just before he graduates or the last day of class? Will he wait a couple of months in order to secure himself in a new job and get situated money wise? I don't know. I guess you will just have to stay tuned. :)

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Vacation Time

This has been the longest week of my life. It is just dragging along, hardly going anywhere. I'm so happy it's almost over. Not that it's been bad, just long and work has been repetitive. I've been doing the same thing every day this week. It's horrible. I wish I had more time off, but I don't. I only have my measly sixteen days, which includes sick days, and the regular holidays. I'm saving as much time off as possible for the end of the year, which I've decided will be five days. With the time I've already used in the first couple of months of the year I only have seven days left to distribute through November. I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm trying not to take any time off this month, but that's proving to be difficult. I just want to stay home one day during the week and do nothing. But that's a waste of a day off.

At least I'm salary. That makes life pretty nice, as long as you don't take advantage. There are all these rules about when you can leave without taking hours out of our time off and when it counts. If I need to go to a doctor's appointment or hair appointment or any appointment for that matter I don't need to use time off. When my children's school calls and I need to pick them up because they aren't feeling well, that doesn't count towards time off. When I come in to work and start to feel sick I don't have to take away hours from time off to go home and rest. It's just free. Sort of. I suppose nothing is for free. That's where the not taking advantage of the flexibility comes in I assume. Hmph!

Just two more years at my job and I get an extra five days. Woohoo!! I know, how sad for me. I work at a place I enjoy and I get to come home to a Brian and a cute little puppy and every other week I get spend the evening doing things with people aged eight and under. Wow, my life really sucks. Geez!

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

My Favorite Idol and Shopping

I didn’t think this would ever happen. I thought I would be able to distance myself from all of the insanity, but it’s happened. I have an American Idol favorite. His name is Constantine Maroulis. He is just so darn cute. And believe me, I am no sucker for long hair, band type guys. I prefer clean cut. Anyway, he’s super cute and really good and I’m rooting for him. I’m going to have to watch tonight to make sure he isn’t kicked off. I would be oh so disappointed.

I feel like I haven’t posted in awhile, but it’s only been a couple of days. I haven’t done a thing this week. Yesterday I went shopping and bought 4 shirts and a pair of pants for me and I was being considerate and also purchased a couple of shirts for Brian. My total came to $69.94. Sixty nine. It’s a good number. *childish giggle* However, Brian fails to appreciate the amount. Okay, on the phone when he asked how much I spent I told him $60. I didn’t really want to tell him at all, but he told me to not include the change so I left out the $9.94. That’s the change, right? Anyway, it’s a good thing I left out the $9.94 because I thought he was going to have a coronary. He was going on and on about how I used my gas card to buy clothes and now I wasn’t going to have any room for gas. I informed him that I planned on spending $50, so the extra $10 wasn’t that big of a deal. Then he freaks out about my plan to spend $50. He said he thought I was going to buy a pair of socks. A pair of socks? When in my shopping history have I ever just purchased a pair of socks? Besides, I needed those shirts. I was starting to get depressed about my wardrobe. Do you ever just look in your closet and think “I have nothing to wear,” even though you may have a million things in there? That’s how I was beginning to feel. Now I can get rid of that other junk and I’m happy. Brian should just be happy that I’m happy. :) Regardless of his ranting I don’t believe he was actually mad. Maybe he was a tad bit annoyed, but I think he lectures me in order to keep me in check when it comes to money. And it works. Most of the time the guilt of using my gas card for clothes is so strong I decide not to use it. But not yesterday. Yesterday I really needed four shirts and a pair of pants. So there.

Friday, April 08, 2005

Anniversaries, Or Rather The Lack Of

I can't believe it's April. Not that time has been flying by or anything, but I've been feeling like it hasn't been moving fast enough, and now it's April.

Well, March was a good month. I knew it would be. Last year, March was a horrible March. I don't really want to get into it but believe me when I say I could have bypassed the entire 31 days had that been an option. Unfortunately it wasn't. Aw well.

We have this place near us called the Anniversary Inn. Basically, it's a place to go have fun sex. They have a variety of rooms, all with a theme. The Romeo and Juliet Suite and Sleeping Beauty's Castle look intriguing, but they're also the more expensive rooms. Anyway, Brian mentioned that we are going to the Anniversary Inn sometime, we just need to figure out an anniversary. We're not married so we don't have a wedding anniversary, that's out. We know the anniversary of our first kiss, March 7. That's already passed. There's the anniversary of "the first time". I don't remember the exact date, but I'm pretty sure it has passed. I thought maybe the anniversary of the date we first moved into this house would be good. Of course, that's way at the end of September. It's forever from now. The end of August is when we started stripping the house bare of the bad elements that lingered within, but that's not really an anniversary. That's not really anything especially since we're not even finished yet. We are just going to have make up an anniversary date and pretend it's meaningful. Hmph! Of course, everyday with Brian is meaningful. I'm sorry was that way too sappy? My bad.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Playing Hooky

I'm home right now. I woke up late, I was having a bad hair day, I spilled coffee on my shirt, I was wearing an outfit I don't like and have vowed to never wear again, I felt nauseous. So I'm home. I plan on watching soaps, doing laundry, taking a nap and reading a book before I pick Riley and Darby up from school. Brian will come home, find out that I skipped work and chastise me for it, but I don't care. I didn't actually skip work. I went in for a couple of hours, but I just couldn't keep my eyes open and I'm being a baby. I don't feel well. Boohoo, poor me. Hmph!

I just looked up the word chastise and it means, to inflict punishment on (as by whipping). I thought it meant something else. Regardless, Brian will come home and chastise me for skipping work. Um, right. As if.

Every so often I watch the show Nanny 911 with the kids. For some reason they find it fascinating. I find it absurd. Not necessarily the concept of the show, but the parents. Who are these people that they let their children treat them that way. One little girl about five (Darby's age) threw a fit about something and threw a glass of water on her mom. WTF!!! I can't even imagine Darby ever doing anything remotely similar to that. The kids find it outrageous that the children act in this manner. Darby is always asking, "why are those kids so bad? Why do they do that?" She's even astounded by the behavior. It's hard to believe that parents let their kids walk all over them like that.

I also began watching that model show with Tyra Banks. I don't like that show so much. Those girls are catty. I know I can be catty at times, much more often than I like, but these girls are just bitches to each other. I'll probably still watch the show.

Hmm, I don't know any other crazy shows. I still watch American Idol every once in awhile. That one is getting old. For me at least. I'm sure there are millions of people out there that would disagree.

Alright, time for a nap.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

I Almost Forgot To Title This

Alright, the car shopping was fun. We test drove two Durango's. One was white and the other was green with leather seats. I really like the white one. It didn't have leather seats or any fancy options, but it just seemed more cheery than the green one. They were both were fun to drive. As fun to drive as SUV's go I suppose. They didn't feel big and clunky like I imagined they might. In fact, they were quieter than my car. I'm not looking forward to the insane amount of money we will end up paying for the gas it's going to take, but it's a sacrafice we must make. Seriously, we need more room.

We also went shopping. (I know, Cat, you hate to shop. That is our one difference.) Anyway, Brian didn't last long. Two places at the mall and he was burnt out. Wimp!! We found some amazing deals on kid's clothes, however. We bought Darby two pair of capris, Jordan a winter coat and a hooded sweat shirt for next year, and Riley two t-shirts all for the low, low price of $30. It's a steal I'm telling you. I also bought some new Gap panties. I don't think I could ever have enough panties.

Oh yes, before we did all this running around we also went out to breakfast. I had french toast and bacon and Brian had eggs and toast. His order also came with hashbrowns, but he gave them to me. I really wanted french toast and I really wanted hashbrowns, but nothing came with both. How sweet, he shared his hashbrowns with me. I say shared,but he only had a bite.

Last night was also busy. It was Brian's niece's birthday party. We bought her a summer outfit at Old Navy. Darby also scored on the deal because if you bought two pairs of flip flops and two tank tops it was cheaper than buying just one. I love shopping for little girl clothes. The b-day party was fun, I was just so tired. It's hard being around so many people when you're tired and not talkative. Plus, I don't know a lot of the people there. That's okay because both of Brian's nieces are adorable. They're fun to be around.

Well, that's all I have for now. I'm sure I will do something eventful tomorrow. I just know I will. (Alright, I probably won't, but I can hope and dream, right?)

Car Shopping

Today Brian and I are going to go look at cars. I know. I said I was going to be satisfied driving my sucky Chrysler until it was paid off, but circumstances have changed and we are now in a position to find me something new. We won't buy anything for a couple of months, but today we're going to go test drive a Dodge Durango and Chevy Trailblazer or maybe a Chevy Tahoe. We just need something with more space.