Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Me: no, I didn’t get anything.
Me: really. wanna come check…
GAW: your email is email@example.com
Me: nope, marry name now. Is Mrs.firstname.lastname@example.org
Me: yeah. Tell you what. I’m going to email you and you just reply to it, ok?
a minute passes
I got an email reply from the guy.
GAW reply email: I got it. Did you get this one or not?
I wait a minute. Think about it. nah, this is too easy. could it be?
GAW replies again: really? (He sounds concern) I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, must be the system…
Me (trying to contain laughter while replying again): yeah, must be that…try it again.
and he does…again...and again I reply to his email saying I didnt get it. He finally calls me and I can no longer hold it . I burst out laughing…Duffus: I was replying to the email so obviously I got it!
I know, 3rd ring of hell party of one, your table is now available.
Then I call my friend Tori…
Ring, ring, ring.
Me: wanna come with me to buy designer glasses?
Tori: Yeah, cool. Where?
Me: this Asian* dude apparently sells them from his basement. He has all sorts of stuff there.
Me: a friend of my sister’s saw the add on Craiglist…so wanna come?
Tori: are you sure...
Tori: ok, call me when you are ready to go. (she sounds chipper)
So I did, and we are heading towards my car to drive to the "supposed guy" home. Now, she isn't stopping me in ANY WAY or telling me we shouldn't’t go. She is willing to go to this stranger's house and voluntarily get in his basement...I should mention she is only 24 and very gullible...
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Yeah, that’s me defined in one word today. Never mind the fact that today (the day that I had plan to do my makeup in a sunset-y awesomeness form) I’m wearing no makeup…nothing…zilch…zero…nada. Only moisturizer with SPF. Because I hate the sun.
I was trying really hard to go to bed early last night, but right after making dinner AKA my little healthy fish dish (remember? Lent) I remember I needed to download Jay Z’s “Empire State” and then the hubs requested Lady Gaga’s “Telephone”. Shut up. Don’t judge. I can attest he is not gay. The man can dance and has a broad spectrum. hehehe. Spectrum. Dirty.
Back to my night.
So here I was, jamming to Jay and Gaga and showing the little one to shake what his momma gave him (get it? me…momma) He only got as far as waving his hands in the air but I think he was trying to raised the roof…while waving his fish dinner all over the place…including his hair. AWESOMENESS.
Anyways, when I finally had taken a shower I found the hubs laying on his stomach in bed, his face between his hands staring at the TV like a 15yr old would be looking at one of the Jonas Brothers…all glittery eye…no, he was not watching HBO’s “The Bunny Ranch”…he is so much more complex than that. Yes sirree, he was watching “Gladiator” oh no, not the Russell Crowe-I-WANNA-BATHE-IN-YOUR-SWEAT one, nope. Apparently in 1992 this little gem came out:
Now, I’m a huge all-things-relate-to-boxing fax and ROCKY IV can be on TV all day and I’ll be a happy gal, but I never heard of this. So there I was trying to catch some Zzz’s while he constantly nudges at me telling me I was missing the fight. When I was finally able to sleep, the little one kept waking up coughing, the hubs took care of him since I had to be up early and he was staying home but you know how it is. I still I have the Mommy Sensor thing installed on me back in 1992 and I wake whenever I hear my kids move too much. That sensor doesn’t shut off- is better than any Mommy camera. Then around 2:50am the little one coughed so much he actually throw up all over his crib. The hubs picked him up, but being a guy he placed him down in our bed; so guess what? Yeah…he throws up all over our bed too. So I was changing sheets, mat pads, and the baby at 3am. More AWESOMENESS. Then up by 5am.
I’m telling you I look hot today.
O & O
Friday, March 26, 2010
Yeap, I'm in one of my moods lately. This time is the happy go-lucky I hate so much. I'm about to slap myself silly if I don't stop. Is the rain I tell you. Awwwww...now if the hubs would finally cave in and gave me these boots I would be even more happily annoying.
And to add to my happiness I had fish Tacos for lunch YUMM, 'cause you know I'm finally going back to my roots and following lent. So far so good. And we've been figuring out the things we need to get to have the apartment the way we want...the only thing we need now is money. Bwahahahahaha
In other useless news, the little guy has been moved to the bigger kids area *SNIFF* he has grown so fast. His new thing is to say "yeah, yeah" while kind of shaking his hips.
I did not have sexual relations with Ricky Martin...That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Over & Out
Monday, March 22, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Oh, but not only am I sick, hubs has been sick all weekend which means is his turn to get in to drama queen mode. What is it with men and getting sick? Seriously, is like having another infant.
Now, I know he is truly sick and hugging the toilet bowl like it's his brother from another mother, but all the drama + daylight savings+ cranky still sick baby= a very b!tchy me. Forget the fact that I'm coughing like an old time smoker or that I'm seriously contemplating hiding under my desk. Noooooo, lets forget all that and just focus on the fact that is Monday, that I have to get payroll rolling, that people seem to think that annoying me is fun, oh...and did I mention that I'm planning a birthday party? (which by the way is going to be pure awesomeness)
So here is to a happy sunny and bright day...or to crawling under the covers and ordering in.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
She said:Have you lost your mind? (Shakes head vehemently) ....nope, still squishing around up there
We took yet another trip to NYC this weekend to finish my dental work. After I finished with my Endodontist here and found out it was going to cost me $2,500 for the work AND that my regular dentist wanted $550 cash to see me again, we decided it was betterto go see my Dear Cousin the Dentist who would do it for…FREE! (and yes, unbelievable enough I DO have insurance).
So off we went Friday night after work, it tooks us 2 extra hours to get there due to construction on the turnpike and the GW Bridge.
My poor little angel got sick in the car and all over me. I’m lucky enough to be holding my kids when they decided to have a vomit fest but I don’t mind really, I’m already immune to vomit, poo and things of the sorts. I have superpowers.
Saturday, after the dentist we hang out at home and got ready for a birthday bash. If you know my hubs family they don’t need a reason to party but when they do is even more fun. Seriously had a blast, even though at times the floor fell like it was gonna cave. Seriously. Like in one of those Youtube videos where people are in the middle of the dance floor and then KAPUT. My friend kept holding to the window ledge, while I emphatically tried to get up while holding a sleeping baby. Fun times I say.
Unfortunately said child got sick…vomiting, fever, not eating,etc… and we don’t know if it was the teething, the long trip or the cold but we (him and I) spent
the last two days cuddling at home watching Nick Jr and reruns of Law & Order (hey, there just so much Dora, Blues Clues, Woobzy I can take on one day).
Sick bubba, and sick bubba with Mommy with no sleep
us with no sleep
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
I hate technology. Ok~maybe not hate but I have a sort of hate-love-dislike relationship with it.
I seriously think technology is making us even more heartless and stupid. Don’t get me wrong, when it comes to medical issues, yes I’m all for new and improved methods (I HEART you Epidural). But I hate the fact that we are loosing the human touch.
I don’t care how efficient companies think they are, or how much it cost cost...talking to an answering machine like this is not my cup of coffee (I dont drink tea, remember?):
Please say or enter you 9 digit code
I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Please say or enter you 9 digit code
I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Please say or enter you 9 digit code
Even slower 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9
I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Please say or enter you 9 digit code or say help.
did you say setup?
I’m sorry. Please repeat again.
did you say loging?
No, no, no, no, help, help, help, help
I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Please say or enter you 9 digit code
ARRRRRRGG. $%^&* Hysterical isn’t? What happen to the Customer Service agent and the human touch? What happen to a speaking to a real live person?
Yeah, this doesn’t work for me. Another thing that bugs me is the PSP or DS game thingamajingy. I get that you want your kid to be quiet and all, but when you
go visit family and your kid WONT lift his head up to say hello there is a problem. I have boys. and yes, the oldest has a DS and he was dutily noted that he was not to walk around or go out with it. I know is not all of them but I had two kids in our family with issues with these things. One even went as far as peeing in his pants in order not to get up and leave the game. The other one recently told its Mom: “Mama, don’t talk to me when I’m playing”. She first laugh but then told him if he didn’t pay attention or responded to her it was going to be taken away.
Then the cell phones. Yes, they are convenient and useful in case of emergencies, but then you hear people walking on the supermarket with this conversation:
What you doing?...nah, nothing…I’m just walking in the market…you?...OK…did you know soup was THIS much? hahahaha…yeah…blahbiddy, blah, blah, ok, so bye!
Don’t get me started on the Movie Theater, bank, lines, etc…can’t that call just wait?. Do I really need to know that he is a cheating bastard and that you are gonna making him pay? Really? oh and the ring tones these days are hysterical…we had normal rings at one time, no Sean Paul asking me to “give him the light”. And don’t get me started on sexting and recording fights or even worst things…ugh…yeah, I’m NOT gonna go there because I may break into hives.
I remember the good old days (cause ya'know I'm old) and so wanna go back. I want to go back to calling someone at their house and if they are not there just actually calling then back. Heck even visiting if possible. Now everyone has at least 3 numbers to be located... and I cannot memorized all that, darn it.
How about a little privacy too while we're at it? I understand when you haven’t seen people for a while (sometimes decades) is so much fun to see they've befriended you on Facebook and you can chat for a bit. Believe me, having a son studying abroad makes this tool really helpful. At the same time I resent the lack of privacy. Updates like this: “@ the laundy doing my whites”, “I’m hungry”, “going to the Poconos/supermarket/Doctor/nail salon", "I'm constipated", etc. I mean, do we really need to know every.little.detail?
I remember when we use to go outside to play, meet with friends in real life instead of connecting thru a computer or texting. I remember passing notes instead. I remember not talking to friends when we got mad at them, instead of harassing them all over the net. I remember when I use to do things and not having to quickly turn to my phone so my facebook friends can hear all about my zit being the size of Mount Fuji. I remember my Mom yelling for us to come in to have dinner after a long successful afternoon climbing trees and playing outside. I remember using REAL words.
I’m not going to say that I don’t have these things, I do. I just hate that I live in a world where people respond to me with: IDK, TTYL, ROTFL, etc. I want to use technology for its advantages and not abuse it, I want people to be more aware of what you put out there may get you in trouble, may even hurt you or someone else. (BTW *did you catch that* Anyone seen the movie “Untraceable”). If you haven't go rent it.
It's so easy to find where you live, work, go to the gym, eat, and hang these days. Nothing is private. I just want to believe we can still be safe out there. That if one of my kids is being hurt, someone is going to use their cell phone to call for help instead of recording it. I want to believe that technology will make us feel closer to those who are far away, that is going to make my and every one's elses life easier. I know writing this on a blog is in itself an oxymoron, but I think you get where i'm coming from...you know...the left field, dress in heels and ready to rock.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I’m upset because being an OCD person little things reeeally bug me. The little man’s room like a bomb exploded there…while pigs played.
It’s a dumping ground of all things that I don’t know where to place in the house. Its haunted by Halloween decorations, pumpkins, a Xmas tree, lights, a paper rack, scrapbook supplies, conforters, luggage, rocking chair, dresser and nightstand, a hamper and a fat cat…not a pretty picture. I go in there and want to crawl into a ball and cry.
So when we got this place it was offered with a storage place in the building. The issue was we where never given the key for it. After arguing with them because they wanted me to be home in order to received it, the guy hands me the key and says: “make sure that your place is empty"
me: what-da-ya-mean? shouldn't’t it be empty being that they are all assigned?
him: “yeah, but sometimes they are not. So at that moment I KNEW he saw something.
So I hauled the baby with me and go there and sure enough, every-single-cage is full. The one marked D for our place doesn’t have a lock but is full. I don’t know whats in there. I called the management office again and they told me to just take another one, I told her they where all full. She repeat it…oh, just take which ever is empty…
me loosing my cool: “what part of they ARE.ALL.FULL you are not understanding?”
She said they will send a letter requesting to empty it out but it would take 2 weeks…UGH.MPH. $!#&*
I told the Hubs we should just dump it in the garbage or at least take it out of the cage, but he is too nice and wants to give them the 2 weeks. Darn manners.
I’m counting the days and if they are not out, I’m taking my aggression on those boxes…that or I‘ll donate it to Goodwill.
The one fantastic thing this past weekend was watching “Valentines Day”.
Seriously you need to go see it. I went with the sis and did we had a blast. I think I’ve been in several of the positions on these characters…what?...I dated a few…maybe a little more…ok, ok, TONS! There. I said it. Just make sure you want the bloopers on the credits. I love it.
In other news, I’m in love with a table I found on Craigslist. I luuuuuuuuvvvvvv it. And it’s Solid Oak. It’s selling for $90 but I’ll see if I can score it for less. I’m not about to spend a couple of hundred dollars with a little one playing cars-drawing on it.
So there you have it.
Over & Out