What day is it? No, seriously.

A few months ago I often talked about how grateful I was that I survived the week. Today though, is Friday (so I've been told) and my husband was saying how grateful he was that he survived the week and I said, "Well I'm really happy for you that you survived the week and that you're looking forward to the weekend. I, on the other hand, apparently have nothing to look forward to because I had no idea today was Friday."

I really need to get out more. This unemployment biz is really rotting my brain. I haven't started watching soap operas yet, and I am not a soccer mom on speed or heroin yet, so I think I still have time before I turn into complete mush.

Lastnight after I was ordered off the computer by my 7 year old, I cleaned the house. When I say I cleaned the refrigerator, I don't mean that I threw out food that I don't remember buying...I did that too, but I mean that I pulled out the racks and scrubbed them and removed the bins in the bottom and scrubbed them and the floor of the fridge too. It was gross. Trust me. Who knew that Jelly Belly's could actually grow mold. I do. That's who.

After I was done with that (as if that wasn't enough) I vacuumed. The whole time I was doing the vacuuming I was doing the "Ow my lower back hurts" pose. You know the one. The one where you stand on one foot and rest the other one so it relieves the pressure...or you lean up against the wall for support, or you lean half over, towards the vacuum and kind of scoot around the house to clean. I'm sure if someone had been watching through the windows they would've thought I was practicing some weird dance...but really it was just me being stubborn and refusing to sit down.

My husband came home lastnight too. At like 1:00 a.m. He came to bed and gave me this weird hug because I was laying on my side, I put my arm over his head and kind of mumbled hello and I think he was trying to talk to me but I just fell to sleep midsentence. I think I'm still catching up on sleep after my trip because I felt really really drugged when I got up this morning at 9:00 a.m. (I wish 7 year olds had a snooze button).

I had this grand plan to go on a picnic with the child, but we ended up staying in my bedroom today watching Nickelodeon and Disney tv shows while D worked. When he was off the clock we drove down to the airport so he could pick up a bag of goodies he accidentally left at the parking garage and then we went to Five Guys Burger and Fries for a late lunch/early dinner which turned into a right-on-time-dinner because we got kind-of lost trying to find it.

Anyway - hopefully the weekend will be relaxing and I'll catch up on rest. I just want to sleep!

I'll leave you with this. I'm watching CMT's Crossroads with Jason Aldean and Brian Adams and this particular performance seriously rocked my world.

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R.I.P.

A slow and quiet day is all I asked for

We got home lastnight around 8 p.m., ate dinner, showered and went to bed. Almost immediately.

My cat hated me for leaving him, D said that all day Tuesday he walked around the house meowing and doing his sad little "bark" looking for me...I know, right? Totally adorable huh? When we got home lastnight he glared at me silently from behind his kitty condo to punish me for leaving him, but after 10 or 15 minutes he either decided I'd been sufficiently punished or he couldn't stand it any longer, and he jumped up in my lap and fell asleep.

I was awakened around 3:00 a.m. when I rolled over and my foot kicked something at the foot of my bed. I heard a "hmpgh!" and realized, "OH CRAP! I kicked H." Yeah. She had crawled into bed with me and was curled up at the end of my bed like a puppy. I didn't realize this and chopped her right in the forehead. She crawled up next to me and said, "It's ok Mom, I forgive you for kicking me." NICE!

When we got up I made us bacon and eggs for breakfast (Did I mention that D is out of town? Yeah. We haven't seen him since Monday morning.) and we relaxed for a few hours before we went out to run some errands. As we were leaving the house, my key got stuck in the lock and bent a little bit when I pulled it out. So we went out and were gone for about 3 hours. Came home in the rain and tried to open my door. Stuck. Wouldn't unlock. I assumed it was the bent key that was keeping it from working so I dragged H back outside into the rain, with all the stuff we had purchased...got in the car and drove to a lock and key place...which was closed for 20 minutes. We sit in the rain and wait...and wait...and wait. I get the new key and we rush home (did I mention we had ice cream in the car? It was melting f.a.s.t.)...still wouldn't unlock the door. Something is definetly hinky with the lock now.

Just when I was resigned to the fact we'd have to drive across town (again) in the rain with ice cream melting in my trunk and beg my parents to let us sleep on their couch tonight, I noticed that my bedroom window was open. I pried the screen off and was about to climb through the window when I decided that job was best left to the smallish child in my company. She climbed through and opened the door.

As we were bringing in our bags she said, "Mom? That made me really uncomfortable. Please don't lock us out again."

My #200

It's post #200 :-) I know you're all wondering what I've got up my sleeve for this momentous occasion. SO AM I! If I think of anything good, I'll let you know.

Me and my dad and H are in Spokane, we got here Monday and we're leaving in about an hour, which is just in time because it's going to be like 10,000 degrees hot here today and we know I don't swing that way.

My brother-in-law (BIL) leaves for work at like 5 a.m. or something, right? So he gets up at 4 a.m. When his alarm clock went off yesterday morning it shook the house. Who has an alarm clock that loud? When he came out to the kitchen to put his stuff together, the light woke H up and she assumed that since someone was awake it must be an appropriate time to wake up. So she gets up and goes into her cousins room, flicks on the light and starts getting dressed. I didn't see any of this because I got up to use the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom I said "Good Morning!" to BIL, and when he said it back I was 1/2 way back to the couch where I was sleeping. When I heard from behind him, "Good morning Mama!" I stopped so fast I slid on the kitchen floor. Yeah. NO. It's the middle of the night, only crazy people and BIL get up this early. I made her go back to bed. Couldn't believe it.

Somewhere in my sisters house I managed to lose my deodorant, so it might be a long ride home...I'll let you know how that ends. My car also got egged. Sorry, no pictures of that gem, but the little delinquents got everyone's car that was parked on the street, for about 9 blocks...can you imagine how much coin went into buying those eggs? Did their parents notice that their family-pack of eggs from Sam's Club was gone?

My sister: "I've lived on this street for a long time and that's never happened before!"

Me: "Great! I park here for 12 hours and the delinquents come out of the woodwork to egg the cars."

Me and some friends on facebook decided that they deserve to be hunted down and dealt with in ways only my mob on "Mafia Wars" deals with people like that.

Fo' gedda boud it!

Happy Fathers Day!!!

Dear Husband,

Thank you for being the most extroardinary human being that H and I have ever met. You're the greatest dad in everything you do. From going to school performances when you're exhausted to rubbing her tummy when she throws up a Nathans Hot Dog.

You're also an amazing husband and I hope that each day you're with us that you feel our love and understand how important to us you are.

Dear Dad,

Thank you for being a kick ass dad to me for the last 29 years. Thank you for giving me the gift of horsemanship and for my sense of humor. You are an amazing person and an even more amazing dad. I love you.

So much time, little to say

You'd think now that I'm unemployed I'd be on here everyday writing up some new, crazy thing that happened to me...but...no. I'm convinced this is why. You see, I will be sitting here, or driving there, or walking somewhere, and I'll have a great idea for a post. I'll even type it up in my head. As soon as I get onto my computer, the first link I click on is facebook. For the next twenty minutes two hours, I'll play games, chat with friends and stalk people look up old friends. By the time I'm done, the post for here that I've so delicately rewritten a hundred times in my head has now gone "poof"...

But today I have a post up because I forced myself away from facebook and came here after only ten minutes 30 minutes of messing around over there.

H is spending the night with my parents, so D and I celebrated by taking a nap. First, I fell asleep on the couch and he abandoned me gave me some quiet and went to the bedroom to watch TV. Then, I woke up and went in there and yelled at him for abandoning me thanked him for the peace and quiet and immediately fell asleep. Soon, he was asleep too and the next thing I know, 4 1/2 hours have gone by and I wake up. *sigh* I came out here for the sole purpose of finally putting up a blog post, but now I can't remember anything that I wanted to say, and so I've spent this entire post, telling you why I was going to post. *double sigh*

Over here, my friend put up a post about googling herself. I do that all the time sometimes too. I don't put my real name up anywhere except places like the trailer park MySpace or Beverly Hills Facebook. So when you google my name you find my linkedin account, a flickr picture or two that my husband put up, and a whole bunch of other people from the 1890's with my name...thanks to a geneology website. There's also a teenage girl out there with my name...so if you google my name and find her...it's not me. I don't drink from beer bongs...and I'm not a member of the ASB.

Anyway - I think I'm going to go pounce on my husband gently wake up my husband, so that we can go to dinner and see a movie. I'd link the movie we're going to go see, but the truth is, we don't know what movie that's going to be. I'll let you know though for I'm sure it's bound to be a goodun'

Squeeee...

SOOOOO very excited.

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