The Peevery

Random and Disgusting

I have not washed my hair in 5 days.*  Last time I washed my hair was in Mexico.  I think I'm trying too hard to hold on to that vacation.

*(a person with my kind of hair should not go longer than three days without a shampoo.)

Bleeeeccch!

How is it that my husband can make absolutely wonderful coffee beans taste so burnt and yukky?

Pobrecita Joanne

When Joanne came to visit for Thanksgiving last year, we did our usual Black Friday shopping marathon, then I was wiped out for the rest of the weekend. I thought the exhaustion was due to shopping, but I peed on a stick that Monday and realized it was due to pregnancy.

The next time Joanne came to visit was for my baby shower. I was five weeks away from giving birth. The exhaustion was back, as were the loosey goosey joints and the fat Fred Flinstone feet. I didn't want to do anything or go anywhere and I wasn't a very good hostess.

This time, I have a baby, so sitting around holding my baby or staring at my baby are acceptable ways to pass hours at a time. Additionally, I am sick, so I am tired and cranky.

Maybe next time I will put Joanne in a cage and throw food at her for a week. Have a nice vacation!

White Damn Elephants -- updated

TWO DAYS LEFT TO SIGN UP

Do you guys want to do a white elephant gift exchange? If you would like to trade the worst gift you receive this Christmas for someone else's worst gift, leave a comment (with your email address).

I will randomly match up everyone who is on the list at midnight on New Year's Eve and post an update here on New Year's Day. You can email your partner for his or her mailing address. Expect to mail out presents by January 5th.

Reason #12 to get gastric bypass surgery in 2008

My son, who is 4, told me today that (his little friend at daycare) Diana said that I am fat.

Showing Her True Colors

A "friend" who would give a two-year-old moon sand would just as soon steal your husband or let you walk out of the ladies room with toilet paper stuck to your heel.

Dilemma

I need some advice here.  Should I let my 22 & 20 year-old sons have a small party at my house and go to a friend's house for a party or should I stay home and chaperone?  I have made it clear that everyone attending will spend the night, but I'm still a little uncomfortable.  Everyone but my youngest son will be over 21.  I want to have them safe at home, but I want to have a good time myself. What would you do?

All I Want for Christmas is Heat

If anyone cares, I will be sitting in my car, with the heat on, in my garage, between noon and four today, waiting for the furnace guy to come figure out why my place is uber cold. I would just go inside and wait, but I am not yet ready to turn back into popsicle form.

Make It Stop

My mother just 'sshhed' me so she could watch Martha make a ribbon ornament of the likes my mother will never, ever make.

I've been at my parents for 20 hours. I've slept for 12 of those. And I'm already so ready to go home.

I Probably Wouldn't Have Listed "Humble" as One of My Qualities

According to this article, "Twelve Tips to Avoid Seeming Like an Arrogant, Know-It-All Jerk," I am actually a humble person. It might not seem so on this web site, but this is exactly how I am at work, though I do need to work on #8, Take No Offense.