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How in the world?

November 21st, 2007

I have NO idea how I’m going to continue posting throughout this holiday weekend. The pressure is on, thanks to NaBloPoMo. Why couldn’t they pick a month that doesn’t end in ‘ember?

And I can’t help but think no one will be reading blogs. Maybe I’m wrong, but I know that as much as I’ll want to sit and read blogs, I’ll be busy cleaning pee off the floor in "Noah’s bathroom." (what can’t boys aim?) or doing some last minute Christmas shopping. or continue to do the laundry that is apparently reproducing during the night while we sleep.

I will not be getting a manicure. That’s for sure.

So with that, I leave you with two things, the first, my other blog has been updated, with a real post and everything and it’s about Thanksgiving, so, if you are bored, go here. Or go there even if you aren’t bored. Whatever. (I update that blog every Wednesday, by the way.)

Secondly, I know many of you read The Pioneer Woman. Because you should. Because she’s the Greatest Blogger Ever in the history of Blogging. If you are reading her, you more than likely feel the exact same way about her. If you don’t read her blog, Oh my God, you are missing out – go now.

My question for you is this…how many of you either ordered her calendar or seriously considered it? I almost did, I just don’t have space for a wall calendar, but I want to because I love the pictures. So, tell me. Did you see the calendars? Will you be owning one soon?

Tell me.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends.

Good day?

November 13th, 2007

I see this picture and I can’t seem to decide if it means I had a good day or a really crappy day folding laundry. Seems to me, folding laundry is terribly boring and should only be done on cloudy, rainy or snowy days. But today, it was warm! and sunny! And I stayed inside and folded laundry.

But on the other hand, laundry must be done and so should it feel good to have the laundry done. After all, I have done close to eight loads of laundry in the past two days and now I’m done for at least, you know, two days. So, that’s a good thing, right?

AND, I used my new favorite detergent and new favorite fabric softener.

However, last night I did a load of laundry and I never put anything in the washer. I even added fabric softener to, well, just a big basin of swishing water. I even asked Brian to put the clothes from the washer to the dryer. And there wasn’t anything in the washer to move. Which made him happy because that meant no switching loads for him. And that just confirmed to both of us that I am losing my mind.

Which is not good news for anybody.

And Brian did put the clothes away. Well, most of them, he did leave the kids’ socks. Which, you know, go right next to the underwear, which were put away. But whatever, that’s okay. It’s free help.

So, the laundry is all done. The sun was out today. I took a nap. And now I’m eating nachos. I guess I’ll consider it a good day.

A plan is a plan is a plan is a plan

November 5th, 2007

I don’t even know what that title means.

If things were supposed to go as planned today, I would be at Northwestern Hospital in downtown Chicago getting my radioactive thyroid scans done, right now.

I would have gone to bed earlier, not eaten or had a sip of coffee or water since midnight and I would be getting the answers I need, right now.

I would leave the scan, go to work on Michigan Avenue, then go back for an additional scan at three o’ clock today and then I would have to return again tomorrow morning, for yet, another scan. All those scans equal a whole lot of answers.

But alas, plans change, don’t they? Sometimes you plan to only have two pieces of pizza and you end up eating ~~seven~~ three. Sometimes, you intend to run into Target only to purchases a headband and end up having drained your checking account. And sometimes, you wake up planning to tackle the laundry, but instead you end up wearing dirty socks the following day.

So, I’m not getting my scans done right now. Instead, I’m sitting here, on my couch, blogging and drinking coffee, while Brian, who took off of work so I could get these scans done, is taking Ariel to school and Racecar has tagged along. It’s kinda peaceful, yet, kinda not.

Because I am not at Northwestern right now getting these scans done. The hospital called on Friday to get additional medical information from me, they asked about my current prescriptions, when they realized that I am still taking thyroid. Well, of course I am, because I may die without. (which is totally dramatic, but having a low thyroid is awful. Enough said.) However, in order to get a proper scan done, you must be off of all thyroid medications for FOUR WEEKS. Yes, yes. four weeks. So, no scan for me.

I am okay with this, I mean, I am sitting in my quiet house drinking coffee right now, and I am feeling better, but still, answers would be good.

But in the meantime, I eagerly await the sausage egg and cheese mcmuffin and heaven in a cup that Brian will be bringing me in just a few short minutes.

Then maybe I’ll tackle that laundry I didn’t do yesterday, after all, it’s not like I can go shopping today, I went to Target last night and spent all of my money.

The Good. The Bad. The Ugly.

September 16th, 2007

This has been a very interesting weekend. I have been so sick and so tired but I still managed to have a great weekend. Which just frustrates me because I tried really hard to ruin it with my shoes being stolen and with this snot lodged deep into my skull. Heck, I even sold my double stroller and my dressing table.

We attended European Markets and ate cookies and purchased homegrown plums. We took 2 hours naps and never cooked. Today, we laid on the couch with our blankets and pillows, hiding from the new, crisp, fall air. We made scrambled eggs and sprinkled them with cheese. (at least I think I made scrambled eggs, it was pre-coffee, I could have put kleenex in the frying pan and fed it to the kids, I really can’t remember. Either way, they ate it up. That’s all that matters.) We played a family game of bowling on Wii and cheered each other excitedly, even if not a single pin was knocked down. We attended a festival in the area and walked a long trail, deep into nature, the sun kissing our faces, we enjoyed that last bit of summer warmth. We listened to music in the shade and ate apples out of the bag. We ate dinner out and shared an appetizer, went to Target and finished the day with a trip to Coldstone Creamery.

With adventures like these, it’s hard to fight the darkness of a bad cold and no sleep, but somehow with a little love and an outrageous amount of espresso, all things are possible.

But I’m no dummy. Paradise ends tomorrow at 6:45 when I have to deal with this:

This is what happens when you do laundry and you want to take a nap RIGHT NOW. You just toss your clean laundry off of your bed into an empty bin conveniently located in your room.

This rude pile of laundry, which is actually two clean loads, sits right next to me as I type. I’ll move it soon, either to the floor or to a basket nearby. Which ever is easiest.

Leave me alone. I’m sick.

and totally lazy.

This is in my dryer right now. Safe and sound, ready to be fluffed.

Three times.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to catch up on the Emmy’s and I need to put some Vaseline on my nose before it falls off. It’s all crusty and red.

I’m so hot.

Why women?

August 22nd, 2007

Don’t we have enough on our plates?

Cleaning the house. Bathing the kids. Work. Deadlines. Bills. Buying the groceries. The nutritional content of everything that goes into your children’s mouths. And yours. And maybe your husbands. Doctor’s appointments. Dentist appointments. Cooking dinner (or at least having it delivered at a decent hour.) Sex. School clothes. Homework. Haircuts. Holidays.

Laundry.

and so much more.

All of this and we are supposed to teach our children to be polite, loving and respectful individuals.

All of this on our plate.

And I can accept that. Happily. I love the role of being a mom, a wife, a sister, a daughter.

But I hate my period. Do you hate yours? It just so happens that Aunt Flo and her associates are visiting me RIGHT NOW and I can’t help but feel anger about the fact that we woman do so much as it is, do we really have to have cramps that feel like they are going to rip your uterus apart? Or the aching lower back pain that makes it even more uncomfortable to sit and fold laundry?

The increased fatigued? The water weight?

The moodiness.

I mean, seriously, can’t we work something out that our husbands can take on our periods for say, 3 months of the year?

Can you imagine the drama? The heating pads? The complaining if men were to have a period?

I think I now know why women.

and it sucks.

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