Brushing the goats

A good album title, plus a really fun activity.

Freak gravy accident

So it's been a week. I feel ready to talk about it (and now I can somewhat type). Last Tuesday I had a freak, gravy accident. You've all been there, you're opening a can and it gets stuck. You backtrack and go the other way with the stupid can opener, hoping this will get the job done. You give up. You reach in to pry the lid off, full well knowing that bastard's sharp. Don't do it!

This time, LO! The gravy can! He was a formidable opponent! LO, LO, LO, he was a mighty can and sliced me to the bone! My first thought:

I've made a horrible mistake...

I'm getting my stitches out tomorrow. Damn gravy can. Hopefully, in time, I'll be able to bend my finger again.

Ponder this word

Robe.

Robe.

Weird right? Ever just say a word and it seems wrong?

Robe.

It's freakin' my melon right now.

big downers

So I took the day off work Wednesday so D & I could celebrate our 5 year anniversary at the Cubs game. Same seats as we were sitting in last year when I caught the foul ball. First row.

It was postponed due to snow. Boo!

The suckiest part is that it was rescheduled for a night game while we'll be in Missouri on vay-cay. Boo!

However, I've been searching around to see what those seats go for on a July night game. They seem to be worth about $300 each. So technically, I guess we could stand to make $500 on this whole fiasco, which isn't too bad. We thought we'd give 'em away, but that's a lot of bread. Especially since we owe A LOT to Uncle Sam this year. (Crap, I better send that in.)

Another downer is this sham of a website. D said we could stay at the Chateau La Rue. I think he's desperate to travel, since it's been a while, or he may have been jacked up on cold medicine.
Either way, I'm holding him to it. Wouldn't it just be aces to stay in Tori Spelling's B&B? Wouldn't it? Or am I the only one that thinks that? Anyhow, their website sucks, & you can get absolutely no information from it. I guess I must bite the bullet & email Tori.

We watched our wedding video last night. It seriously bummed me out, for various reasons. Number one is that it's painfully obvious that the years are a'catchin up with me. Damn, I hate wrinkles. What can you do.

Number two is that it really made me miss a lot of peeps we don't really see that often. I must ferret the Dekalbians out of their burrows. Or, blast it, we'll raid DeKalb! This once a year-Cornfest raiding is not enough. We must change that. I know I said it last year, but this year I mean it.... Molkky anyone??????

Oh, and another observation from the wedding video: Damn all'yall we're really drunk.

Happy Easter

Happy Frickin Spring Break

Ah yes, another spring break spent in the greater Chicagoland area. What could be more grand? Let's recap the week:

1. Devin's Fat Blob Surgery- D went under the knife this week to remove his age-old hip blob. It's what he's been using as his excuse for years to not go pants shopping ("Pants don't fit me right because of this dang fat blob!"). Now, we'll see.

2. Stupid Frickin' Root Canal- I don't know why I waste precious vacation time for crap like this. Here I must restate my belief that all dentists are evil. Who knowingly chooses a career that inflicts that kind of torture on mankind? The most disgusting thing was that during the procedure, I noticed this foul smell. It was sort of a garbage/nasty feet/ blue cheese combo. Guess what, it was coming from my tooth! Great! "Oh, that's just from the infection," the dentist replies, in his most nonchalant manner. Oh, pardon me for being mortified that this horrific odor was eminating from my mouth. Silly me.

3. Stupid Frickin' Michael Barrett- I like to blame all of the Cubs problems on him; it's just my thing. I find the more I razz him, the better he does. And, it looks like I need to get busy wit dat. We do need him to CATCH THE BALL FOR FRICK'S SAKE.... OH AND COULD YOU HIT THE BALL ONCE? That'd be nice, too.

4. Woodfield!- Through absolutely no actual effort on my part, I've somehow gotten to a size smaller than before I was pregnant with Beanz. This has left me with no actual pants that fit in any respectable way. So the weather's crappy, so we thought we'd head to the mall for some shopping. Bad idea. Beanz apparently did not care that Mommy doesn't have any pants, for she was a raving lunatic. We thought we would encourage her love of animals by dining at the Rainforest Cafe. There's so much I can say about this here, but it really has drained my lifeforce and my intelligence. Just know that it was bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, very bad.

5. Beanz 15 mo. check-up- Bad baby shots, I hate doing this. But in every other regard our child is healthy, and I thank God for that. Dr. said she should be saying 3-5 words by now, to which I had to reply, "She's saying 3-5 word sentences." Yeah, she's a blabbermouth... don't know where she gets that from.

All in all, it's been a fun week.