Friday, October 27, 2006

Pharmgirl's Friday Fill-In

I don't have a lot of time this morning, so I decided to steal this meme from Jane at Average Jane . You may wish to do the same!

Friday Fill-In:

1. The scariest movie I've ever seen is...
2....is stuck in my head.
3. If I had a superpower, it would be...
4. The last blog I commented on was...
5. The last last person to comment on my blog was...
6. Whatcha doin' this fine weekend?

My answers:

1. Salem's Lot. I couldn't remember the name, so I found it here. I snuck into my parent's room & watched this when I was a little kid. The scene where the vampire burst through the kitchen window & bit the mom terrified me. I slept with a cross made out of crayons by my bed for years after that. Oh...and the nightmares. Jeeesh!
2. Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake. Don't even know why. Garrrr.
3. Easy. Flying.
4. Hmmmm. It's been a LONG time. Probably Rancid Raves.
5. Someone who goes by "She". That's all I know.
6. Alot! Having guests over tonight, then an early soccer game Saturday. Getting a sitter and going out with friends from out of town Sat. PM, then up & at 'em early Sunday to get ready to leave for the Chief's game. I haven't been in years. I don't care at all about sports, but it's such a fun atmosphere. Sunday night I might hit a comedy club is the scheduling gods will allow it. Whew!

Have a killer weekend!

Monday, October 23, 2006

The Lazy Days of Fall

Oh, wait. Is that supposed to be summer? I forgot to stop the laziness. It's been a weird couple of weeks lately.

My husband's schedule has been insane, so we're two ships that pass in the night. My daughter's social calendar has been packed. The baby has decided to randomly wake up at odd times and HOWL until you come into the room, where he then flops face forward onto the bed, silent. Once you foolishly think he's back to sleep...you c..r..e..e..p out, only to hear the piercing squeals start once again. Last night I just took him out of bed around 9:15, because he'd been screaming for the previous 2 hours, and I just couldn't take it anymore. The Tylenol didn't work this time. I let him run around until my husband got home about 20 minutes later. He magically managed to to get him back to bed. He woke up a couple hours after that and this time I learned that if I left his bedroom door open a bit, he thought I was still in the room after I left. That seemed to work. SSSSighhhhhhhhh.

The lazy part I mentioned is unfortunately stemming from my professional life...or lack thereof. I've been quite busy keeping my eyes open for a new gig. I think I need to stop it. The continuous unsuccessful "looking" is starting to stress me out. I'm not getting jack-squat done with my actual job. I have such a massive "what's my motivation" thing going on, it's not even funny. To be honest, I'm really not sure what to do about it. I would honestly LIKE to be more productive...it just seems like an impossible goal to reach. I need an A-Ha! right about now. Any ideas?

Thursday, October 05, 2006

I have spawned Dennis the Menace!

Yes, it's true. My son is a little shit. I catch him digging in the dirt of the giant plant in the foyer. As my husband and I are both scolding him, he looks up at us and slowly backs up over to the plant (while we're in mid-scold, mind you) and wanders one hand back into the dirt! Ahhh!

He's trying to assert him new-found control at the breakfast and dinner table (he eats just GREAT at daycare!). He runs away from you while outside as fast as his short, chubby legs can carry him. If he doesn't get his way, he'll pitch a holy fit. Sigh. The terrible twos are starting early in our house. My daughter skipped the terrible twos and chose to wait until closer to three.

My husband and I feel that we're fairly strict when it comes to our kids and the B.S. they try to dole out. We really don't put up with a lot of crap. This terrible two thing is a little harder than the threes, because he won't tell us what he wants, or what his problem is. I think the language barrier is causing a lot of the problems at this stage.

Sigh. Thank goodness for hair dye. Lord only knows how many greys I'm actually sprouting under there!

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