October 18, 2007
All Your Elmo Are Belong To Us
This entry is about That Which Amuses Me
Elmo has taken over the world - or if not the world, at least our house. There are Elmo:
- Shoes
- Tickle Me Doll
- Regular Doll
- Utensils
- Halloween Costume
- Balloon
- Book
- Apparel
In other news, Dylan has all kids of words now:
- Up/Down
- More
- Open/Close
- Outside
- All Done
- Mine (my personal favorite - not)
- Elmo (of course)
- Doggie
- Mama
- Dada
- Thanks
- Hi/Bye/Hello
- Mwah (kissing noise)
- Keys
- Juice
- Yay! (while clapping)
- Wheee!
In other other news, our house sucks. Well, it sucked and now it's better. Go read Darren's sight because I'm just disgusted by the whole thing and don't want to talk anymore about it.
Well, gots to go back to work. I gotta get out of here on time because I have a hot date with a cute boy tonite. Yay cute boys! (That's what happens when Darren works late - I go out with cute boys with the most gorgeous blue eyes).
Oh are you FRICKING KIDDING!? There is a fire drill.
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October 18, 2007 01:59 PM
October 11, 2007
OMGWTFBBQ
This entry is about That Which Does Not Amuse Me
Things which piss Terri off:
- When we go straight from daycare to the doctors office and I send Darren home to get the diaper bag because Dylan smells like poop and then when we take the diaper off there is no poop; there had been a poop, apparently, at day care and they just didn't do a great job cleaning him up. I mean come on. I could give him a wipe and he would have probably done a better job.
- When Darren and I decide that on the off chance this baby is a boy (ha ha - yeah right!), we will get him circumsized and then out pops the baby - or rather out the baby is forcibly taken - and it's a boy, so we get him circumsized but there is too much skin left (which we didn't find out til later) and I've been asking the pediatrician about it for over a year, and finally the skin kind of adhesioned itself back together so we had to get a procedure done where they pull the skin apart from the rest of the penis (which is now all red and I don't have one but it looks painful) and if it re-adhesions itself, Dylan may have to get recircumsized.
- When it is advertised that flu shots will be administered at school between 3:30 and 4:30 and I sign Dylan up and specifically ask if it matters what time I come, because I'm coming from work, as long as I get there before 4:30 and I am told by the center director that it does not matter as long as I'm there by 4:30 and I have to be there for him to get the shot because he is under 2 and then I get there at 4:15 and she tells me the nurse just left, like 5 minutes ago.
- Daycare. Period.
Believe it or not, I'm actually a happy person.
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October 11, 2007 08:54 PM
October 08, 2007
NaNoWriMo (or "What am I? CRAZY?)
This entry is about Stuff I Do For Amusement
I can't believe I'm even thinking about this...
Despite the 80-something degree heat wave - in frigging October - we are creeping up on the month of November. And do you know what that means? Yes, Thanksgiving and Pilgrims and hopefully cooler weather, but November is also the month of the NaNo - WriMo, that is.
Now, the last time I participated in the insanity that is NaNoWriMo (or rather, my alter ego participated, since I, Terri, never partook of the festivities, even though I have the T shirt and my name is on the list of people who donated money. But if you look at the list of winners in 2004 - wow, was it that long ago? - my name does not appear. But I digress...), where was I? Oh yes, the last time, this is what I sounded like halfway through (and this is a direct quote)...
I tried to tell my dog to go in the kitchen this morning. It came out "Atch ak intin."I saw someone I knew on the way up the stairs at work and tried to say good morning and it came out "Ga Ma Ah."
I [...] staggered zombie-like over to my co-worker's cube. After she realized that "Yannah Caf" meant "Would you like to go downstairs with me and get coffee," we headed on down to the gourmet food place that is our cafeteria.
But yet, the crazy-ass muses are jabbering a mile a minute with all these ideas that I couldn't possibly find the time to type up. But still they drone on. Most of it is self-indulgent wish-fulfilment type crap, but there could be a decent story in there somewhere amid the fluff. The last story is still unfinished, even though I (or rather, my alter ego) posted the first chapter up at fictionpress. So do I do it? I could always give it a try and if I don't make the 50,000 words, oh well. Except, as I said to my boss's boss at our picnic when discussing the upcoming managers vs workerbees volleyball game, "I don't do losing."
So the dilemma du jour is, "To nano, or not to nano."
Beats the crap out of being...
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October 8, 2007 08:41 PM