And So I Was Tagged Too

Joke tagged me and I'm meme girl this week.

1. What do you hope to accomplish with your blog?
I want to be the class clown but on a larger scale.

2. Are you a spiritual person?
Okay first I have to go to wikipedia to look up "spiritual." Hang on...Whistle some Jeopardy music while you wait.

Nope, I guess not.

3. If you were stranded on a deserted island, what three things would you want to have with you?
Russell Johnson, a fishing net and a sleeping bag

4. What’s your favorite childhood memory?
I had the lead in a school play once, something that the popular kids usually only got to do. It was great. The first time I got drunk was a close second.

5. Are these your first (tagging) memes?
Noooooooo.

Here are the rules according to whomever likes to make up rules: • Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about him/herself. • People who are tagged need to write in their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. • At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. • Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

1. Next time we have a barbeque, I want to make tofu-kebabs, really. Quit retching, damn you!

2. I drive a 1998 Ford Probe with 140,000 miles on it and no air conditioning.

3. My son's carseat is worth more than the car.

4. I try at least one new recipe a week.

5. Every time I clean my bathroom and have to wipe up all the baby powder, I fantasize about murdering my husband.

6. I lost my car keys yesterday.

7. I found them in my bra.

8. I always feel like I'm one step behind everyone else.

I tag:

Whoever wants to do this.

Trying the Meme Thing

Everybody seems to be doing the seven facts meme. I don't want to be left out. In an attempt to make myself less boring, I will try to make all seven facts be about the number seven.

1. My very favorite number is seven. When I was in the second grade, our reading book was called "Seven Is Magic." Since then, it has been my favorite number.

2. My oldest child was born in the seventh month of the year. She weighed seven pounds, thirteen ounces.

3. My first and last (maiden) name both have seven letters.

4. In grade school, one of the children who tortured me was named Seven Star. She had long curly hair she was very vain about. I pray she still has long curly hair ON HER CHIN.

5. The drive-thru car wash in town costs seven dollars. Two days ago I went to the do it your own damn self car wash and spent three-fifty, exactly half of seven. That was with a vacuum too.

6. I keep gaining and losing the same seven pounds.

7. My boobs hang about seven inches below where I think they should.

Maybe number seven was a bit TMI. Oh well.

Father Time Is Really Pissing Me Off

So far this week I have attended pre-school graduation, riding therapy and music class for Sammie.

I have taken Azure to taekwondo and we attended open house tonight.

Tomorrow she has a play date and we have a counseling appointment.

On Friday I'm supposed to meet my husband to sign up at the gym. Plus Azure has to go to taekwondo to make up for missing it tonight, due to open house.

On Saturday Azure has another playdate and the husband and I have a date.

This doesn't take into account laundry, shopping and groceries and driving doody! I spelled it that way on purpose.

And the house, the house that I slaved over for days and days LOOKS LIKE CRAP!

I miss my bloggy fun. Aarrgggh!

A Leave of Absence

Company is coming. I'm desperately cleaning. The kids are dirtying it up faster than I can clean.

Be back next week.

Ta ta for now.

Happy Mudders Day

Happy Mother's Day to all the ladies. Even if you're not a mother, chances are you are nurturing somebody. It's the way we're wired. So have a good one.

Being an Adult is Overrated

It's all daysgoby's fault. She e-mailed me to TRIPLE DOG DARE ME to do this.

Then Ginger's Mom egged me on too.

If the police fingerprint the sign and I get arrested, you two are coming up with the bail money. Start breaking open your piggy banks.

Still Crap But Better

My time today was 10:47, but it about killed me. LOL

Same Life Different Day

We haven't been out of bed half an hour and the kids have already had their first spat of the day. You've got to love parenthood or at least pretend to yourself that you do.

Garage sale season has started. People that leave their signs up irk me. Isn't that a form of littering?

One family had a sale and put up signs along the road to point others to the sale.

One of the signs said, "almost there."

It's still up two weekends later.

I so badly want to go out and put a sign under it that says, "Then it's time for the kids to pound on the bedroom door."

Should I? Probably not. It would be embarrassing to be caught putting that up.
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Does anybody know a good time for an adult who is almost forty to run a mile in? It takes me forever and that's on a treadmill.

I confess to a pathetic eleven and a half minutes to run a mile, eleven minutes twenty seconds yesterday.

QUIT LAUGHING!

When I was nineteen and in the military, I did the mile once in seven minutes nineteen seconds. Of course I was almost twenty years younger and twenty-five pounds lighter.

What should I aim for at this stage in life besides more fiber?
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There is one Mom at my daughter's school that I really click with.

By click, I mean I can say whatever I want and not shock her.

On Friday I was telling her about all the morons I had been running into at the stop sign lately.

Many people here are very affluent and therefore TOO IMPORTANT to wait at stop signs.

This week I ran into one man who pulled up on my right but he was still about two seconds later than I was.

It didn't matter. HE WAS ON THE RIGHT! Or at least it didn't matter to him. We both started to go. I stopped and waved him on. I'm not too important to stop. Besides, I value my life. He looked at me suspiciously and finally went. DUDE, I was there FIRST. Just freaking go, okay! Did he think I was suddenly going to accelerate and become a battering ram?

Then on two different occasions I have pulled up to the sign at almost the same time as a person when we were facing each other. Cool, we could go at the same time. Only they suddenly remembered they were turning left and did it right in front of me. That's why we're not allowed to carry guns in this country.

Anyway, I was complaining to my friend and she said everybody around here drove like they thought they were in Beverly Hills. I wish they would all MOVE to Beverly Hills.

And I'm sounding a bit crabby so it's time for more coffee. :)