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Monday, June 26, 2006

Um, Not A Lot

-I'm sitting here waiting to go to my sexual harrassment class in about 30 minutes. Somebody must have done something pretty serious to get us all stuck going to these classes. I'm going to the same class as Brian and honestly, he really needs to take the class. He grabbed my ass in the stairwell the other day.

-I have been brain dead the past week. I don't even know why I wrote that down.

-I think someone is talking to themselves, but they don't know it. They were talking to someone who was talking back as they were walking away from the person's cube. The person just kept talking to them not realizing they weren't still there. I've done that. I have had long conversations with my imaginary cube buddies before. I think that I've learned that when no one answers you after, say, 5 or 6 sentences you should probably stop talking. Regardless of whether they're there or not.

-The cafeteria at my work displays the dishes they are serving that day in the front entrance. I think they're fake, Brian thinks they're real. Why would they waste food like that? They must be fake.

-I love you guys for liking my picture. I didn't have it up before because I had no idea how to get it up and even after I finally got it, it took me a few days to do it right. Anyway, I take horrible pictures and that was the best I could get. I took it myself. It seems when other people take my picture I look spaced off and drunk. That's probably because I am, but the point is, I had to take my own picture to get a decent one.

-Sorry this doesn't make much sense.

-I went to lunch with my friend from high school on Saturday. Sometimes, I just love to gossip. Brian refuses to gossip with me. At least he won't very much. I just have to sometimes. But don't worry, I never gossip about my blog friends.

-Okay, time for sexual harrassment. Woohoo!

Friday, June 23, 2006

Dirty Minds

Brian has the dirtiest mind. He can make any word perverted or gross. Every day, normal words somehow end up sexual or somehow funny to him. Box and load are two prime examples. These words can be used numerous times in the course of the day. I especially use the word load often, working in transportion. Because, trucks ship loads. They do. It's a fact of life. However, I can no longer use this word in my dealings at work because the images are too strong. I can barely write this post with out being a little grossed out thinking about the various loads Brian refers to when someone uses the word. Instead I use shipment. I keep load out entirely.

And don't even get me started on box. Let's just say I try to avoid the phrase "I put it in your box". It doesn't even matter if it's prefaced with in (as in inbox). I just don't say it.

One time I dialed a wrong number and got a cell phone company. One of the options was "if your unit is broken please press 1". I couldn't wait to tell Brian. I avoid the word unit in most sentences as well. I really don't know why I would be talking about anyone's unit anyway.

Speaking of perverse I have this fake, plastic finger on my desk that looks like a penis. (Boy, I'm sure that's going to bring up some obscure internet searches.) Anyway, a guy at work gave it to me because it's a joke finger. You pull it and it makes a farting noise. I can't even use it because it looks so indecent. It was out on my desk and everyone who walked by would exclaim, "what is that?!" I explain, it's my joke finger. It's a finger and it's a joke. See? I'm pretty sure this is the reason we all have to attend sexual harrassment classes.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

No Regrets

Okay, I'm going a little crazy with the pictures and family stuff. I apologize. I must be going through some kind of insane, loving the kids and family and baby and taking pictures and planning for any kind of holiday type of phase. I told Brian the other day that I was going to put together photo albums for each kid. Do you know how long that would take? I'm still going to do it, but I must be crazy. I am going to move on to things that don't involve the kids.

The other day my friend from high school called. I emailed her backing asking what was up. She said that her daughter is on the same soccer team as my high school boyfriend's niece. I haven't seen this guy in like 10 years. Of course I had a million questions about him. Her exact words were "he's gross", which is exactly what I imagined him to be. He so is not my type, nor was he ever my type and yet we dated for three years. Three years! That is my entire high school career wasted on some guy that was never my type and certainly was never going to be my type. And believe me I remember trying to change him, as us naive girls are apt to do. Change your hair, change your clothes, do not get your ear pierced. There wasn't much I liked about him. I have no idea why were even together. And this sounds a bit mean, but I'm not trying to be mean. It's just we were different and it never really worked out.

What makes it even more horrible is that we were engaged. Yes, engaged. In high school. I know. It's terrifying to think high schoolers get engaged. But, it wasn't exactly a romantic occurrence. I think it was suppose to be, but this is what happened: It was my 17th birthday and he told me he had a huge surprise for me. I was so excited trying to guess what my huge surprise would be. He took me to a park and then proposed. (Just thinking about it gives me the creeps.) Needless to say I was disappointed. I was just thinking 'noooooo!!!'. Instead I said, "oh. I thought I was getting a puppy. Well, okay." I'm not kidding. That is exactly what I said. I didn't want an engagement ring and in fact I think I specifically asked for a puppy. Which I did not get. Ever! I was horrified. I'm 17, I do not want to get married. I didn't even put the ring on for weeks and I was completely embarrassed that I was 17, a senior in high school and engaged.

I even had horrible visions of my life as a married woman and I'm pretty sure they involved several kids and a trailer park. Just because that's the type of thing that would be good enough for this guy. He had no ambitions, he didn't even graduate from high school. I just knew nothing good could come from this. But, I stuck it out for another year. I don't even know why. Eventually we broke up and got back together a million and one times and finally I knew that he was not what I wanted and ended it for good. All I have to say is Thank God!

PS I guess he has a tattoo of a naked woman. Is that not disgusting! Who has that?

PSS The baby crawls. Sorry I couldn't resist getting one in.

Father's Day Weekend

I'm going to put pictures up on this blog to go through the Father's Day weekend. I might move them to the other blog, but I need them to chronicle our day.

I took Brian to the farmer's market that the boys and I enjoyed so much the other weekend. We then walked to the park where they were having a Juneteenth celebration going on. Here is a picture of Jordan and his balloon sword. You can also check out his snazzy hair cut. We went with a different look: spikey.

When we arrived at the park we decided we were hungry and wanted to eat. They had several booths set up for food, but you needed tickets in order to purchase the food. We didn't know anything about these "tickets" so we left. I know, I realize we could have asked, but we didn't. We were hungry and wanted to eat. I didn't want to buy any tickets.

We decided that Cafe Ole sounded yummy. That's back downtown and by the time we got there we were starving. We ordered the appetizer sampler and a couple of drinks, Brian ordered diet Pepsi, I however had to have a margarita. Hello, we're eating Mexican food. They brought out our order and the tray was huge! Basically, there was no way we would be able to eat all of that food ourselves. We didn't even come close.

After our delicious lunch we headed back to the car. On the way there's a huge fountain the kids like to run through. Knowing this I was prepared. I had packed Jordan's swimsuit and towel in advance so he was ready to be cold and wet.

Jillian on the other hand prefers to just hang out.

After that we went home and chilled out. The next day we spent the afternoon and evening doing absolutely nothing, except barbequeing (I have no idea how to spell that)steaks and hanging out in the backyard. Brian turned pink. It was cute.

Monday, June 19, 2006

You Ask and I Deliver

Queen wanted more pictures of my pretty little baby so here is a little preview. For more pics go here.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Things to Remember-Jillian

I thought I would write a few things down about Jillian that I don't want to forget. I don't have a baby book for her and to tell you the truth, if I did I probably wouldn't fill it out. So this is what I'll do instead.

-I call her Jilly Bean. (I remember the other kids having baby nicknames, but I don't recall what they were. Maybe I'll call her Jilly Bean for the rest of her life. Maybe not.)

-At about six months Jillian did an honest to goodness wave goodbye, or hello, whichever. She refuses to do it on demand, but she waves without a doubt.

-She gets into the crawl position and tries to crawl, but has yet to master this talent.

-Last week she went from her belly to the sit position. This was a great accomplishment for her. Now I put her to bed and go in and check on her she'll be sitting there smiling at me, playing with her glow worm.

-She has super chubby cheeks.

-She'll smile at everyone and for any reason. Sometimes she smiles even when she's grouchy, which is very rare, but she won't laugh at just anything. Her giggles do not come freely and most of us must work to get one from her. Riley, however, can make her laugh at anything he does. The other night he was sitting behind her and he asked, "Jillian do you want to play peek a boo?" She wasn't even looking at him, but the moment he said peek a boo she started giggling. It's so cute.

-I love this baby. She is the sweetest baby ever.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Wheeere's The Baaaby?

There it is! Jordan playing peek a boo with Jillian. There it is! I thought that was funny.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Absent Minded

I have been so out of it lately. I think it's because I am so busy, but it could be because I'm getting old. I am going to be thirty soon. Here's a list of completely stupid things performed by yours truly.

-Two weeks ago we went to the cabin. I had packed a million bags, full of a million clothes in order to be prepared for what the mountains had to offer. I packed enough food for several families, too much food I'm sure. I had packed enough baby toys to keep at least five little babies happy for a couple of days. I had packed just the right amount of make up and hairspray and toiletries to keep us pretty in the out of doors. I had packed our toothbrushes and toothpaste. I did not, however, pack my pill. A tiny little purple packet of pills that are oh so important. Especially since I had just started that little pack. If you remember back to a year and a half ago, like I do, I missed some of the first pills in that little pack and now I have a 7 month, 17 pound baby.

Anyway, as much as I love my 17 pounds of joy, I'm not looking into having another. We went and bought an emergency pack at the local pharmacy staffed by very friendly, very understanding women. I am shocked, however, at the price. Seriously, I had no idea how expensive birth control is without insurance. I was complaining when I bought my first pack after Jillian was born because the price raised from $10 to $12.20. I thought it was only like $20 without insurance. It's not. It's $50. How outrageous is that! And of course, my insurance only pays for one pack a month, which I suppose make sense but still.

-I receieved two contracts to update at work. For two different carriers. The thing is, I received them at the same time. So there's this one that is pages and pages long. I start on that one thinking I'll tackle it and be done with it. It took me three days to finish only to realize that I had mixed up the carriers. Everything I entered was for nothing. I wasted three days only to have to go back and delete everything. Ugh.

-If a recipe has more than five ingredients you can surely bet I will forget at least one of them. For instance, the tuna in tuna casserole, the tomato paste in a tomato based soup, various spices and seasoning should they be anything other than salt and pepper...

-The other day I was walking behind a woman pushing a mail cart. We were going at a pretty good pace, with a good amount of distance between us. I was getting comfortable in my speed and glanced down at the floor below us. 'I think I know that person. Is that?' Boom! I ran right into the backside of the woman pushing the mail cart. And it wasn't just a tap either, it was definitely a ram. I was so embarrassed. She had stopped to get a piece of lint off of her pants. Apparently at the exact same moment I decided to look down. I was horrified. Every time I see her now I'm embarrassed. I smile and say hello, but I feel like that isn't enough. I feel like I should be apologizing to her each time we cross paths. It was so humiliating.

I need to clear my mind. Or maybe I should be filling it with ways on not being an absent minded putz. Ugh.

Friday, June 09, 2006

What To Watch

Since I'm so stinking busy I am going to suggest you watch a movie. Brian and I watched The Ice Harvest last night and it is so hilarious. John Cusack is adorably funny. Anyway, there this hilarious part with a drunk guy that everyone should see. It is possibly one of the funniest scenes in a movie I have ever seen. Rent it and watch it!

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Drunken Stupor

I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love boxed wine. There is just something about it that is fun. But only for one night and then pretty much, if you abuse the fun, it's ruined for awhile. Brian and I abused the fun on Sunday night.

It was such a beautiful day on Sunday. I even took the kids to the neighborhood pool for the first time this season. It was breezy and warm out and by the time we finished our delicious roast beef dinner nothing sounded better than a few glasses of boxed wine. We filled our glasses and took them outside to sit on the patio in the warm sun and just hang out. The grass had just been mowed and I had planted new flowers in our flower pots. The atmosphere was perfect.

We sipped our wine and discussed our seperate weekends, mine with the boys, his with Darby. Soon we were all sipped out. Time for a refill. I went inside and heard the baby was awake from her nap. I refilled our glasses and went in to get her. We went back out and sat on the patio. But now the sun is beating down on us. We decide to move the chairs to the shade. While moving the chairs I hear a thump on the window. I see Brian look over but he looks back at me and continues talking. I decide it must have been nothing.

More wine. Boy, this stuff goes down so easily. I couldn't even keep up with Brian. I tried. Soon the kids were outside with us. I then learned what the thump was. Riley was taking a shower and when he was done he realized there were no towels. He went to the kitchen and not wanting to come outside naked he threw a toy at the window. Brian looked up, saw him wet and naked and continued to move the chairs into the shade without saying a word or even acknowledging him. For some reason this made me laugh uncontrollably. I was laughing so hard I was crying. I was so buzzed.

Just one or two more glasses. Now, this is the point in the evening where everything starts to blur. You know that point? The one where you wake up and you think, "oh God, what happened last night?"

Well, I remember Brian and Riley having an intense political discussion. That was weird. I remember calling my ex to find out about some mattress in the crawl space story? I think it was suppose to be joke, but I don't recall the conversation. I don't think I need to know. I remember the kids walking into their bedroom and Brian came out saying they were watching Mean Girls. I don't even know what time it was. For all I know it was 7. We did have dinner early. I remember we put in the DVD for Six Feet Under. I remember starting it. I don't remember finishing it.

I remember Brian brought me a Ding Dong. I remember thinking it was disgusting and not eating all of it. I'm pretty sure he finished it for me. I remember we tried to have sex in the front room, which is one reason our show was never watched. I remember it being somewhat of a disaster. I think we finally gave up.

I remember waking up at 2 am with a bit of a headache and Brian no where to be found. I think he didn't feel well but luckily there was no puking. I went and got an Advil and finally found Brian. We went back to bed and proved that we were capable of having sex. We were a little worried. Whew. What a relief. I instantly fell back to sleep after we joked a bit about how stupid it is to drink almost an entire box of wine.

I woke up in the morning and found two somewhat full glasses of wine on the counter and two Ding Dong wrappers on the floor. It was just a silly night.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Tour de Les Bois

This weekend Brian went to the cabin to pick up his dad. He decided to take Darby since she's the mountain girl leaving me all alone with two little boys. What to do? I decided we needed to do something. It's nice outside and I don't want them cooped up in the house all day watching movies or playing video games. And I didn't want them to be running around the neighborhood either. I looked in the activities section of the newspaper and saw that an ice cream shop was having a grand opening in downtown Boise. They were having free samples and balloons and entertainment and such. Sounds fun to me.

We all get ready and head to Boise. We made a stop in the in between city of Meridian to do a little yard sale shopping, which ended up being a complete waste of time. The only things I bought were a soda and a pack of candy for the boys to share. I know, what a great, healthy snack, but this is fun day. That doesn't matter. We dropped Jillian off at my mom's at about 10:30 and drive to my work parking lot, because they always have parking and it's a pretty short walk to this ice cream shop. I wasn't exactly sure which part of 8th street the shop is on, so we start at the beginning (or is it the end?).

This also gave us a chance to walk by the Capitol building that Riley was excited to see. He orginally thought it was the the Capitol building, but it's not. It's just Idaho's Capitol building. However, it was designed after the nation's Capitol so it wasn't such a far fetched mistake. Had I known that you could take self-guided tours of the building Monday through Saturday we definitley would have walked through. I was not informed of this until later.

We take a right turn on 8th Street and notice several booths set up and a crowd of people. The farmer's market. I had forgotten about the farmer's market. This will be interesting. The ice cream shop was suppose to open at 11 and it wasn't quite that time yet. We proceed to walk through the many people to see what the market had to offer us. The first stop was to test out the Marionberry pie. I'm not a big pie eater, but the boys tell me the pie was delicious. I would hope so since it was an $11 pie. Is that a lot because it seems like a lot? I don't recall buying pie that didn't have Sara Lee's name on the box. Or does Sara Lee even make pie? I don't know.

Anyway, we also tasted some dried apples, chips and salsa (very good, I'm thinking I'm going to go back to buy some), and cheese. Of course, this was the favorite part of the day so far. There's nothing better than sampling food, unless your sampling wine, which was also available, but that's something to do with Brian and not two little kids.

Well, it's now 11 and we decide to turn back around (we passed the ice cream place while browsing the market) and go get some ice cream. We get to the shop and nothing. The place is completely dark and the table and chairs aren't even set up. It lookes deserted except for the signs. What a bummer! Well, I decide we should just keep walking. We take 8th street back the way we came and turn right on one of the streets I always get confused with. There's Jefferson and Idaho and we turn somewhere around there. We begin our trek once again and this time we come to a race. I believe it was some kind of fundraiser for the hospital, but I don't know the details. We watch several kids as they finished their race in their yellow t-shirts.

After a few minutes we continue to walk down Capitol Blvd. We stop to look through these binoculars set up at several locations downtown. They show a picture of what that exact spot looked like 100 years ago, or some time, a really long time ago. (I'm guessing on the 100 years.) I thought this was cute because everytime they would see the red binoculars they would want to look through them.

We finally reached BODO, a little shopping center with not a lot of stores for little boys. We didn't stay long and at that moment I realized that I had forgot to leave Jillian's binkie with my mom. I panicked a little because it's hard to get her to take a nap without it. I just imagined her crying the entire time, not being able to get to sleep. We rushed back to the car, which at this point was pretty far away. However, I did not hear one complaint about anyone being tired or not wanting to walk anymore. Seriously, this is unusual.

Since they were being so good and so open to doing these different things, I decided we would have lunch in the park and then maybe check out the tour trolley. It's an hour long ride and the guide gives a few little facts about several places around the park and downtown.

We had such a great time. Jordan was annoyed on the trolley because "the guy kept talking". But we learned some interesting facts about the very old houses lining Warm Springs Ave. These houses are spectacular and if ever I made or won or somehow acquired a large sum of money I would want to live there.

All in all it was a perfect Saturday afternoon. Amazingly enough, I convinced two little boys to browse at a farmer's market, window shop downtown, have lunch in the park and take a tour of the city. They even want to go back on another Saturday afternoon and visit both the historical museum and the art musuem. I am so proud of our little video game freaks.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Predictably Imperfect

Why is it that everything about me just can’t seem to come together all at the same time? I can never have one day where everything seems to work. If I’m having a good hair day I have a pimple. If my face is clear, my eyebrows need waxed. If my brows are waxed my thighs are thunderous. If my thighs look fit I’m bloated. If I’m not bloated then my clothes are fitting just right. Ugh! It’s so frustrating.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

It Has To Be Done

I'm going to have to write about my weekend and other blah stuff so bare with me. Let's start with Friday. Friday I come into work and turn on my computer. Nothing is there. None of my programs that I must have to work are there. My email is gone, my files are gone. I have nothing. I call the help desk and then putz around for an hour or so until my meeting that is scheduled on a Friday before the holiday. Rude! Anyway, I go to the meeting and I am assigned to do an audit of payments made over the past couple of years. Alright. Fine. I suppose that I can do that on top of not having a computer that works, trying to get a million contracts renewed by June 1st, and reconciling an account that it is out of control. This is when I decide to take the rest of the day off and not come back until Wednesday. It was the best decision of my life. Until I came back on Wednesday of course.

I left work around noon on Friday and we pack up all our camping gear, which includes my curling iron, hair spray, and make-up and head out. We make a stop at the grocery store because we only had 8 beers left and we needed at least another 12 if we were going to last the entire three days. I bought 18 just in case Brian's dad held out on me and didn't buy a case. He didn't hold out. He knew better. There was a case of beer in the fridge when we arrived.

We make good time to the cabin, but the first night mainly consists of house cleaning. Especially since a lot of people will be coming up. We have to get are things situated and make sure we keep our clothes confined to one location so we don't have our underwear and t-shirts spread throughout the cabin.

Lucky for you I stayed pretty well intoxicated the entire weekend. Most things are a blur. Except for the fact that it rained and hailed most of the time. Other than that I made a conscious effort to have a beer in hand whenever interacting with most people. It helps me keep my cool or look like a complete idiot. Either way, I don't really care what people are talking about or doing. (I wish I could expand on this topic more, but unfortunately, I can't.) I think it's best for everyone. But seriously, we had a really great weekend and I was glad we went.

I was also very happy to have Tuesday off so that I could catch up on the house work and laundry that usually takes place during the weekend. I had so much laundry piled up. I was already to get started and tackle those piles, but since I've had such great luck lately my dryer decided to go capoot. I called a repair place and it wasn't so horrible. I had a dryer by noon. Dryer repairs do not come cheap however. I'm just glad we don't need a new dryer.

Tuesday I felt like I accomplished so much. It was such a relief. It's the first time I ever felt like I could stay home without going crazy. I actually enjoyed it. Usually I hate staying home all day long. This was nice. Which was kind of funny because Brian came home saying that he wished I stayed home too. Not that this is an option at this point or any time soon, but I suppose it could be something to think about. But not really because I had a lot to do on Tuesday and if I stayed home I think I might fall into a slump. Ugh, who knows. I don't really have to worry about it now.

I want to thank everyone for the always nice and silly comments. Karen, I think I might clean my bathroom this weekend, but I'm certainly not going to mop the floor! I hope everyone had a great weekend, and week and will have a great weekend.