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Mr. Spectacular and I went to the first ever night racing at Churchill Downs tonight and got to be in a fancy shmancy finish line suite.
And I wore a dress.
And he let me post his picture.
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Ain't he cute!
And I wore a dress.
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Ain't he cute!
Dear Beejland Blog,
I have a confession to make. I’ve been kinda sorta cheating on you.
And the tart with whom I’ve been cheating is....Facebook. I know, I know! I’m so ashamed. It’s with Facebook I’ve shared my little amusing stories, my recent pictures, and any scoop worth sharing. It’s so wrong, but....it’s so easy! I couldn’t stop myself! Plus they have games! And apps! And and....I know, it’s no excuse. At the very least, I didn’t post stupid MySpace surveys with spooty answers over there - those I save only for you.
Please forgive me?
Now that I’m back....I should share some scoop! Lots of goings on at Beejland.
A little over two weeks ago, my father died. There are a lot of mixed emotions about that. My father was, well....he wasn’t good. There’s a lot of history that will take too long to get into, and I don’t want to go all “mommie dearest” and publish all the family secret horrors now that he’s dead, but we (my mom and three siblings) haven’t had anything to do with him since 1994. So on one hand, his dying was like, “Oh, okay.” But...as irrational as it was, I guess I did hold out a tiny bit of hope that he would realize what he had done/what he was and try to make some sort of amends, or ask forgiveness, or something before he died. I knew it would never happen, but still...y’know? Plus, though I’d already grieved the loss of that relationship, the loss of the father I wish I had (a decent person) with his death I grieved it all over again, though not as much. It was also a sense of closure, that all of the “stuff” is really, finally, over. Make sense?
So my father’s wife called my oldest brother and said hospice had been called and my father wanted him to come. He only asked for him. OldestBrother arrived Friday afternoon and my father died just after midnight on Saturday. He was 74. What’s really good about it is that my mom can now breathe an enormous sigh of relief and not live in fear. (She’s had good reason to be afraid.) When OldestBrother called to say my father was dead, Mom called me. And right after she said she was sorry to tell me and that she was sorry I was sad, I congratulated her. And then we both laughed until our stomachs hurt. We’re weird, but we’re fun.
The house is somewhat emptier. More like a lot emptier. Stephanie has found a place for her and the kiddos (five of ‘em, remember?), and they moved out about a week and a half ago. So, my wife has left me. But she’s only 3 miles away. Hooray! And the house is great! Plenty of space for everyone, and it feels “right”. Y’know when you go to look at a house and you get that “yeahhhh” feeling? Like that. So I’m now wifeless, but I got my bed back (been couchin’ it since August). Kev is hangin’ at her house while I perform work-like tasks, so he doesn’t miss the kiddos. And I can easily keep her kids when she needs it, and she can keep mine. It’s good all ‘round.
In other goings on, Mr. Spectacular is taking me to Churchill Downs on Friday. They’re having night racing there for the first time, and he has tickets for a fancy shmancy suite. And I have nothing to wear. Nothing. Seriously. My work pants are clown pants and look bad. Jeans aren’t allowed. All of this means I have to go shopping.
I hate clothes shopping. HATE it! I’ve hated it for 39 years. To this day, Mom can say, “Let’s go clothes shopping,” and I will start yawning involuntarily. I have short legs. And a big ass. These make shopping long and arduous. Thankfully, Stephanie (a.k.a. The Wife) is going shopping with me tonight - she’s good at this sort of thing. Just like the days of being 7 and shopping with Mom, Steph will stick me in a dressing room and bring me stuff. “Put this on. Okay, lemme see. Oh em gee that looks terrible, take it off quick quick quick! Now try this one. Ooh that gives you good butt! Get those.” Etc. Etc. It’s good to have a wife who can fix appliances and pick good-butt pants.
Speaking of Mr. Spectacular, yes he still lives up to his name (people have written and asked). I’m not supposed to gush over his spectacularness - he says it’ll ruin his reputation. So don’t tell him, okay?
I have a confession to make. I’ve been kinda sorta cheating on you.
And the tart with whom I’ve been cheating is....Facebook. I know, I know! I’m so ashamed. It’s with Facebook I’ve shared my little amusing stories, my recent pictures, and any scoop worth sharing. It’s so wrong, but....it’s so easy! I couldn’t stop myself! Plus they have games! And apps! And and....I know, it’s no excuse. At the very least, I didn’t post stupid MySpace surveys with spooty answers over there - those I save only for you.
Please forgive me?
Now that I’m back....I should share some scoop! Lots of goings on at Beejland.
A little over two weeks ago, my father died. There are a lot of mixed emotions about that. My father was, well....he wasn’t good. There’s a lot of history that will take too long to get into, and I don’t want to go all “mommie dearest” and publish all the family secret horrors now that he’s dead, but we (my mom and three siblings) haven’t had anything to do with him since 1994. So on one hand, his dying was like, “Oh, okay.” But...as irrational as it was, I guess I did hold out a tiny bit of hope that he would realize what he had done/what he was and try to make some sort of amends, or ask forgiveness, or something before he died. I knew it would never happen, but still...y’know? Plus, though I’d already grieved the loss of that relationship, the loss of the father I wish I had (a decent person) with his death I grieved it all over again, though not as much. It was also a sense of closure, that all of the “stuff” is really, finally, over. Make sense?
So my father’s wife called my oldest brother and said hospice had been called and my father wanted him to come. He only asked for him. OldestBrother arrived Friday afternoon and my father died just after midnight on Saturday. He was 74. What’s really good about it is that my mom can now breathe an enormous sigh of relief and not live in fear. (She’s had good reason to be afraid.) When OldestBrother called to say my father was dead, Mom called me. And right after she said she was sorry to tell me and that she was sorry I was sad, I congratulated her. And then we both laughed until our stomachs hurt. We’re weird, but we’re fun.
The house is somewhat emptier. More like a lot emptier. Stephanie has found a place for her and the kiddos (five of ‘em, remember?), and they moved out about a week and a half ago. So, my wife has left me. But she’s only 3 miles away. Hooray! And the house is great! Plenty of space for everyone, and it feels “right”. Y’know when you go to look at a house and you get that “yeahhhh” feeling? Like that. So I’m now wifeless, but I got my bed back (been couchin’ it since August). Kev is hangin’ at her house while I perform work-like tasks, so he doesn’t miss the kiddos. And I can easily keep her kids when she needs it, and she can keep mine. It’s good all ‘round.
In other goings on, Mr. Spectacular is taking me to Churchill Downs on Friday. They’re having night racing there for the first time, and he has tickets for a fancy shmancy suite. And I have nothing to wear. Nothing. Seriously. My work pants are clown pants and look bad. Jeans aren’t allowed. All of this means I have to go shopping.
I hate clothes shopping. HATE it! I’ve hated it for 39 years. To this day, Mom can say, “Let’s go clothes shopping,” and I will start yawning involuntarily. I have short legs. And a big ass. These make shopping long and arduous. Thankfully, Stephanie (a.k.a. The Wife) is going shopping with me tonight - she’s good at this sort of thing. Just like the days of being 7 and shopping with Mom, Steph will stick me in a dressing room and bring me stuff. “Put this on. Okay, lemme see. Oh em gee that looks terrible, take it off quick quick quick! Now try this one. Ooh that gives you good butt! Get those.” Etc. Etc. It’s good to have a wife who can fix appliances and pick good-butt pants.
Speaking of Mr. Spectacular, yes he still lives up to his name (people have written and asked). I’m not supposed to gush over his spectacularness - he says it’ll ruin his reputation. So don’t tell him, okay?
How's it goin', eh?
(Apologies...must channel Bob & Doug McKenzie once in a while. Drives my Ontario cousins nuts. Hee).
I've been seeing on the site meter quite a bit of blog traffic from Canada - some from/near Toronto and some in Alberta. Curiosity is getting the best of me - I wanna know who you are! LOL One of the cousins? Aunt or Uncle? (If you're an aunt or uncle, disregard any questionable/eyebrow-raising/spooty entries in this blog ::: doing Jedi mind trick wave ::: ).
Speaking of Canadian cousins, I think I found one of mine on Facebook the other night. Can't say for sure, but her name, age, and location are right. She has a common name though, so I can't be sure. Haven't seen her since we were.....20/21 maybe? To add or not to add, that is the question?
(Apologies...must channel Bob & Doug McKenzie once in a while. Drives my Ontario cousins nuts. Hee).
I've been seeing on the site meter quite a bit of blog traffic from Canada - some from/near Toronto and some in Alberta. Curiosity is getting the best of me - I wanna know who you are! LOL One of the cousins? Aunt or Uncle? (If you're an aunt or uncle, disregard any questionable/eyebrow-raising/spooty entries in this blog ::: doing Jedi mind trick wave ::: ).
Speaking of Canadian cousins, I think I found one of mine on Facebook the other night. Can't say for sure, but her name, age, and location are right. She has a common name though, so I can't be sure. Haven't seen her since we were.....20/21 maybe? To add or not to add, that is the question?
And I'm going to share it. With yooooooooooooou! Aren't you so 'cited?
So I'm doing this iron infusion thing every week. Three down, two to go. First one went fine. Second one not so good - they had to stick me five times to get a good vein. I have uncooperative veins. Good thing I don't really feel it when they stick me or when they start digging around to get a good spot (poor nurses are near tears thinking I'm in excruciating pain, and I'm just smilin' and tappin' my toe). A few hours later, though, the stick sites get sore. But not so bad, right?
The nurses told me that if I drink lots of water before coming to the office, that should help them find a good vein. So I did my chugging before going in this morning. Didn't help much.
Good news is that it only took three sticks this time to get a vein that would hold.
Bad news: on the second (right hand) try we thought it was okay, but a minute after she started the saline drip, it started burning. That means the vein has blown and the saline was going into tissue. I had a large marble-sized squishy saline lump at the wrist bone. On the third try (left wrist) it worked, but the iron irritated that vein and caused a reaction - stinging pain from the needle to 5 inches down my forearm, and a 2-inch spot where hives popped up on my skin.
This infusion thing is starting to suck.
Three down, two to go. Just keeping saying it (until Monday afternoon, then four down, one to go)
This had better friggin' work, dadblameit.
So I'm doing this iron infusion thing every week. Three down, two to go. First one went fine. Second one not so good - they had to stick me five times to get a good vein. I have uncooperative veins. Good thing I don't really feel it when they stick me or when they start digging around to get a good spot (poor nurses are near tears thinking I'm in excruciating pain, and I'm just smilin' and tappin' my toe). A few hours later, though, the stick sites get sore. But not so bad, right?
The nurses told me that if I drink lots of water before coming to the office, that should help them find a good vein. So I did my chugging before going in this morning. Didn't help much.
Good news is that it only took three sticks this time to get a vein that would hold.
Bad news: on the second (right hand) try we thought it was okay, but a minute after she started the saline drip, it started burning. That means the vein has blown and the saline was going into tissue. I had a large marble-sized squishy saline lump at the wrist bone. On the third try (left wrist) it worked, but the iron irritated that vein and caused a reaction - stinging pain from the needle to 5 inches down my forearm, and a 2-inch spot where hives popped up on my skin.
This infusion thing is starting to suck.
Three down, two to go. Just keeping saying it (until Monday afternoon, then four down, one to go)
This had better friggin' work, dadblameit.
Got a response to the gripe I sent to National Geographic. The email stated:
"Please understand that testing different rates is a common marketing practice. The offer you mention is targeting new subscribers. The offer enables potential customers to review the magazines at that low rate to decide if they would like to continue with a subscription. Because we value your business, we will be happy to extend your current subscription with that offer, if you like. You may visit our website and renew your subscription from there. Or, if you prefer, you may return this e-mail with your full name, complete mailing address (including city, state, and zip code), and account number. Please include your order and billing instructions. We apologize for any confusion and look forward to hearing from you!."
Now see, I wouldn't mind paying 20 bucks for a subscription. It's a great magazine and Kevin really enjoys it. But to allow people to believe a renewal is 20 bucks when they can do it for 15....that's sneaky. "Common" perhaps, but sneaky. Grrr. I'd already signed Kevin up at the $15 price before I got the response, so the offer is pretty much moot.
One thing I do appreciate is that the response I received appears to be original/specific and not a generic "blah blah" response like we get so often these days. Thank you, NG, for responding to my complaint in a more personal way. I'll continue TheBoy's subscription for years to come, but I'm not takin' the price on the renewal slip as the final price anymore. Dammit.
"Please understand that testing different rates is a common marketing practice. The offer you mention is targeting new subscribers. The offer enables potential customers to review the magazines at that low rate to decide if they would like to continue with a subscription. Because we value your business, we will be happy to extend your current subscription with that offer, if you like. You may visit our website and renew your subscription from there. Or, if you prefer, you may return this e-mail with your full name, complete mailing address (including city, state, and zip code), and account number. Please include your order and billing instructions. We apologize for any confusion and look forward to hearing from you!."
Now see, I wouldn't mind paying 20 bucks for a subscription. It's a great magazine and Kevin really enjoys it. But to allow people to believe a renewal is 20 bucks when they can do it for 15....that's sneaky. "Common" perhaps, but sneaky. Grrr. I'd already signed Kevin up at the $15 price before I got the response, so the offer is pretty much moot.
One thing I do appreciate is that the response I received appears to be original/specific and not a generic "blah blah" response like we get so often these days. Thank you, NG, for responding to my complaint in a more personal way. I'll continue TheBoy's subscription for years to come, but I'm not takin' the price on the renewal slip as the final price anymore. Dammit.
Remember World Magazine?
I LOVED that magazine as a kid. It's National Geographic Kids now, and Kevin loves it as much as I did. What a great mag - the articles, the pictures, the creative ideas. Kev saves all of his issues and rereads them (just like I did. In fact, I have that issue in the picture up there - from 1978 - in a box in the garage. I'm a packrat and I'm proud).
But I'm kinda miffed at them right now. So I wrote 'em a letter that explains the source of my miffedness:
I recently received a notice via U.S. mail to renew my son's National Geographic Kids subscription for the price of $19.95. I decided to do the renewal online and visited the National Geographic website. There, the price for a subscription is only $15.00.
Why the difference in price? I would think that National Geographic would offer a slightly lower price to current customers as an incentive to renew their subscriptions, not punish them by charging them more.
Is it me or is that just sneaky and wrong? I understand offering a lower price if subscribing online, but current subscribers should be notified that there's a lower price by subscribing online. Shouldn't they? Dadblameit.
I'll let ya know if/when/how they respond.
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So, there's stuff going on.
My family doc has been battling my anemia since September and not getting anywhere, so she sent me to a hematologist a few weeks ago. Did you know that, often, hematologists are also oncologists? I didn't. So imagine how much I freaked out when I called to make the appointment and realized I was calling an oncology office. ::: insert music of doom here :::
Dr. Bloodguy says I ain't got no eye-ron and that my red blood cells are small (well yeah...they're cells. Ba-dum-bum). He asked if I'm extremely tired and my response was, "I'm fat and I don't go to bed early enough. Of course I'm tired." Heh-heh I can't say there's a real noticeable difference in how much energy I have, and he said that's because I've been anemic for so long that I perceive how I feel as normal. Makes sense.
There are a number of possibilities for the cause, and Step 1 of solving the problem is for me to have 5 weekly iron infusions - which means I get hooked up to an IV every Monday for a big bag of brown stuff. Hooray. Just did the second infusion on Monday. Do I feel any better. Nope. But Dr. Bloodguy said I likely won't notice a difference until the third or fourth. If this doesn't work, we move on to other things, like scopes and biopsies. I'd rather not have any cameras up my arse or prodding of the insides of my bones, so let's hope these iron infusions do the trick.
Oh and for those who are wondering, Mr. Spectacular is still quite spectacular. Moreso as time goes on. I'm pretty dadblame lucky.
I LOVED that magazine as a kid. It's National Geographic Kids now, and Kevin loves it as much as I did. What a great mag - the articles, the pictures, the creative ideas. Kev saves all of his issues and rereads them (just like I did. In fact, I have that issue in the picture up there - from 1978 - in a box in the garage. I'm a packrat and I'm proud).
But I'm kinda miffed at them right now. So I wrote 'em a letter that explains the source of my miffedness:
I recently received a notice via U.S. mail to renew my son's National Geographic Kids subscription for the price of $19.95. I decided to do the renewal online and visited the National Geographic website. There, the price for a subscription is only $15.00.
Why the difference in price? I would think that National Geographic would offer a slightly lower price to current customers as an incentive to renew their subscriptions, not punish them by charging them more.
Is it me or is that just sneaky and wrong? I understand offering a lower price if subscribing online, but current subscribers should be notified that there's a lower price by subscribing online. Shouldn't they? Dadblameit.
I'll let ya know if/when/how they respond.
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So, there's stuff going on.
My family doc has been battling my anemia since September and not getting anywhere, so she sent me to a hematologist a few weeks ago. Did you know that, often, hematologists are also oncologists? I didn't. So imagine how much I freaked out when I called to make the appointment and realized I was calling an oncology office. ::: insert music of doom here :::
Dr. Bloodguy says I ain't got no eye-ron and that my red blood cells are small (well yeah...they're cells. Ba-dum-bum). He asked if I'm extremely tired and my response was, "I'm fat and I don't go to bed early enough. Of course I'm tired." Heh-heh I can't say there's a real noticeable difference in how much energy I have, and he said that's because I've been anemic for so long that I perceive how I feel as normal. Makes sense.
There are a number of possibilities for the cause, and Step 1 of solving the problem is for me to have 5 weekly iron infusions - which means I get hooked up to an IV every Monday for a big bag of brown stuff. Hooray. Just did the second infusion on Monday. Do I feel any better. Nope. But Dr. Bloodguy said I likely won't notice a difference until the third or fourth. If this doesn't work, we move on to other things, like scopes and biopsies. I'd rather not have any cameras up my arse or prodding of the insides of my bones, so let's hope these iron infusions do the trick.
Oh and for those who are wondering, Mr. Spectacular is still quite spectacular. Moreso as time goes on. I'm pretty dadblame lucky.
Indeed.
Today is Pete Townshend's birthday. I think we should officially deem it a holiday: Petemas.
Thank you, Pete. For all of it.
Happy Petemas!
Today is Pete Townshend's birthday. I think we should officially deem it a holiday: Petemas.
Thank you, Pete. For all of it.
Happy Petemas!
My apologies for the title. I made a promise that I would use the above quote for the title of my very next blog entry, and I try my best to keep promises, however spooty they may be.
(See, told ya' I'd do it. Hee.)
And more apologies for basically abandoning this blog. And promising to write more but then not doing it.
Today's topic: yoga.
There are two basic types of yoga
1. Yoga from India
and
2. Yoga from Kentucky
The Kentucky class is full for this session. I'll get back to you when it opens up again.
(See, told ya' I'd do it. Hee.)
And more apologies for basically abandoning this blog. And promising to write more but then not doing it.
Today's topic: yoga.
There are two basic types of yoga
1. Yoga from India
and
2. Yoga from Kentucky
The Kentucky class is full for this session. I'll get back to you when it opens up again.
I wrote this on my Facebook page, but I'm posting it here too since some of You People (like Sadie) said you miss when I get snarky.
This "article" was on the revolving list of "news" on AOL's main page: http://www.stylelist.com/b
I don't usually click on that stuff, but I did today. Why do we care what color her boots were? She dresses well. That's great. It's not "news." She has blue boots. Good for her. Still not news.
And for people to pay enough attention to what she wears to even notice that the sweater in the picture is the same one she wore at the inauguration? Dayum.
Okay that's not entirely fair - I shouldn't judge others just because I barely remember what's in my own closet (which ain't much to begin with). But to try to make news out of stuff like that? Bleh.
This "article" was on the revolving list of "news" on AOL's main page: http://www.stylelist.com/b
I don't usually click on that stuff, but I did today. Why do we care what color her boots were? She dresses well. That's great. It's not "news." She has blue boots. Good for her. Still not news.
And for people to pay enough attention to what she wears to even notice that the sweater in the picture is the same one she wore at the inauguration? Dayum.
Okay that's not entirely fair - I shouldn't judge others just because I barely remember what's in my own closet (which ain't much to begin with). But to try to make news out of stuff like that? Bleh.
My mouth hurts. And I've discovered that Percocet makes me an asshole.
But there's always a silver lining, yes?
At least Friday didn't go like this:
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
But there's always a silver lining, yes?
At least Friday didn't go like this:
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
This time it won't be due to being busy or lazy though. Tomorrow morning at 9 I go in to see Dr. Yankemout* so's he can get rid of this hurty tooth for good. And three wisdom teeth.
Send pudding.
In other news, My friend Dawn is selling a book. Hooray!
I'll check in if I can get my recouperating booty off the couch this weekend.
*No, that's not his real name. Heh
Send pudding.
In other news, My friend Dawn is selling a book. Hooray!
I'll check in if I can get my recouperating booty off the couch this weekend.
*No, that's not his real name. Heh
So I have another tooth abscess. I hate these mofos. It's the left upper molar, the one before the wisdom tooth (which I still have, though it grew in sideways and the bottom faces my cheek).
Last Wednesday I looked like this. Seriously.
Not both sides of my face, though, just the left side was all "blowed up" and unmovable. Made smiling very interesting.
Went to the dentist who said, "You have an abscess. Here are drugs." Hooray drugs! The penicillin I had on hand and had already started taking wasn't really doing the job, so she bumped me up to Augmentin.
This afternoon is the appointment with the oral surgeon, Dr. Toothyanker. He'll rid me off the offending molar and my three remaining wisdom teeth.
Then when everything's healed, it'll be time to go back to the dentist so she can work on repairing what has occurred over the pastseveral few years of no dental visits. Single mom living on verrrrrrry little = no dental visits. Now that things have changed, I can treat the choppers to fillings and crowns and such. Hooray! Wait. That stuff is costly, time consuming, and somewhat hurty. Semi-hooray sounds better.
Last Wednesday I looked like this. Seriously.
Not both sides of my face, though, just the left side was all "blowed up" and unmovable. Made smiling very interesting.
Went to the dentist who said, "You have an abscess. Here are drugs." Hooray drugs! The penicillin I had on hand and had already started taking wasn't really doing the job, so she bumped me up to Augmentin.
This afternoon is the appointment with the oral surgeon, Dr. Toothyanker. He'll rid me off the offending molar and my three remaining wisdom teeth.
Then when everything's healed, it'll be time to go back to the dentist so she can work on repairing what has occurred over the past
I'm cooking for the staff meal at Kevin's school. I'm on the committee that provides a meal once a month for when they have a big staff meeting. The theme this month is Italian, and my sister the Sausage Queen
(she has an Italian sausage business) gave me a recipe for pasta fazul. It smells scrumdiliumptious!
Just in case you wanna make some one day...
PASTA FAZUL
1 package Italian sausage
4-6 TBS. olive oil
4 cloves minced garlic
1 chopped onion
2 sliced/chopped carrots
1/4 cup chopped parsley
2 tsp. dried basil
1 tsp. dried oregano
20 oz can diced tomatoes
2-16oz cans navy beans
1 lb. penne pasta
1/4 c grated parmesan cheese
salt/pepper to taste
In a skillet, steam and brown the sausage - add olive oil if needed. Then cut links into 4 long strips and then into small pieces. While the sausage is cooking, in a large skillet heat 2 tbs. olive oil, then add onion, carrot, garlic, parsley, basil, oregano and sauté until onions are tender. Stir in tomatoes plus 1/2 can juices. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Reduce heat to med-low. Cover, stirring frequently for 10 minutes or until carrots are tender. Stir in navy beans, cover and simmer 20 minutes. Add sausage, stir, cover and simmer on low or turn off. Cook pasta, drain and toss with 2 tbs. olive oil and parmesan cheese. Add pasta to sausage mixture. If you want a stew, leave out the pasta and serve with crusty bread.
So I kinda promised a more meaty entry, didn't I. I'll get to that, but in short, Mr. Spectacular (who is now sometimes called Mr. Wowtacular) is still spectacular. The kiddos are great. Steph and her crew are still here and all is well at Beejland. And, as a special bonus to our neighbors...after 2 and 3/4 years...we now have window coverings!
Lookie! They open and close! Hooray for plantation shutters! I heart them. They're inspiring me to do more with the inside of the house. Like put stuff on the walls. And paint. Yikes. I'm becoming "homey."
One thing I really want to put in the living room is a picture of Pete*.
This one:
It's a gigantic poster from AllPosters.com. 48 inches by 72 inches of awesomeness. I'm wrestling with justifying such a purchase. Help me justify, would you?
What will soon go on the wall is a particularly wonderful Christmas gift from Mr. Spectacular. He searched far and wide for many hours and found six fantastic photographs of the city of Prien am Chiemsee, where I went to school in Germany. He had them enlarged and framed. He said wanted to give me something that, when I looked at it, made me smile and recall happy memories.
I will pause for a moment of swoon.
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Okay, on to a bit of updating...
I have two fun pics of the kids at Christmas. One is Courtney opening her gift:
A close-up of the box:
She was afraid to open the box. See the look on her face? HA! She thought it was a) a broken iPod, b) an iPod made of chocolate, c) an iPod that was supposed to look like it was made of poop, or d) some unknown joke thing. The beauty of the joke was the contents....it was the purple iPod Nano she'd been wanting forever. Got her good and freaked out, and then thrilled and excited. Hee!
The other is of Kev with some of his gifts: the hat and shirt from his big sister and the bike from Santa:
Rock and rolllllll!
The pasta fazul is finished and I'm pooped, so I'm off to bed.
Thanks for sticking around, You People. :-)
*If you looked at the picture and said, "Pete who?" then please come closer to your monitor so's I can flick you on the forehead. With great force.
So I kinda promised a more meaty entry, didn't I. I'll get to that, but in short, Mr. Spectacular (who is now sometimes called Mr. Wowtacular) is still spectacular. The kiddos are great. Steph and her crew are still here and all is well at Beejland. And, as a special bonus to our neighbors...after 2 and 3/4 years...we now have window coverings!
Lookie! They open and close! Hooray for plantation shutters! I heart them. They're inspiring me to do more with the inside of the house. Like put stuff on the walls. And paint. Yikes. I'm becoming "homey."
One thing I really want to put in the living room is a picture of Pete*.
This one:
It's a gigantic poster from AllPosters.com. 48 inches by 72 inches of awesomeness. I'm wrestling with justifying such a purchase. Help me justify, would you?
What will soon go on the wall is a particularly wonderful Christmas gift from Mr. Spectacular. He searched far and wide for many hours and found six fantastic photographs of the city of Prien am Chiemsee, where I went to school in Germany. He had them enlarged and framed. He said wanted to give me something that, when I looked at it, made me smile and recall happy memories.
I will pause for a moment of swoon.
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Okay, on to a bit of updating...
I have two fun pics of the kids at Christmas. One is Courtney opening her gift:
A close-up of the box:
She was afraid to open the box. See the look on her face? HA! She thought it was a) a broken iPod, b) an iPod made of chocolate, c) an iPod that was supposed to look like it was made of poop, or d) some unknown joke thing. The beauty of the joke was the contents....it was the purple iPod Nano she'd been wanting forever. Got her good and freaked out, and then thrilled and excited. Hee!
The other is of Kev with some of his gifts: the hat and shirt from his big sister and the bike from Santa:
Rock and rolllllll!
The pasta fazul is finished and I'm pooped, so I'm off to bed.
Thanks for sticking around, You People. :-)
*If you looked at the picture and said, "Pete who?" then please come closer to your monitor so's I can flick you on the forehead. With great force.
I was wondering if anyone still came 'round. You're here you're here!
That last one might have seemed like a teaser since I'd written nothing else since, but writing will have to wait just a bit more. Like a day. We're having a sleep over o'rama. 11 kids tonight. Yep. Eleven.
So you can imagine that neither last night nor tonight allow much time for any decent blogging. So bear with me, You People. I'll boot a kid or two out of the way and sit down for some typin'.
That last one might have seemed like a teaser since I'd written nothing else since, but writing will have to wait just a bit more. Like a day. We're having a sleep over o'rama. 11 kids tonight. Yep. Eleven.
So you can imagine that neither last night nor tonight allow much time for any decent blogging. So bear with me, You People. I'll boot a kid or two out of the way and sit down for some typin'.
It's all quiet around here. Like a ghostblog or something.
This will not do. Not at all.
It seems that I do this each year. Some sort of months long hiatus. And apparently somemany (new word) don't like my little hiatuses. Or would that be Hiati?
Okay. Hiatus over. I've come back to bloggin'.
So. How ya been?
This will not do. Not at all.
It seems that I do this each year. Some sort of months long hiatus. And apparently somemany (new word) don't like my little hiatuses. Or would that be Hiati?
Okay. Hiatus over. I've come back to bloggin'.
So. How ya been?
I'm usually the one down here who doesn't break out a winter coat until January.
Might do it a little earlier this year.
A while back, I had a nice little conversation with Santa via instant messages on AOL.
Hadn't talked to the guy for a while, so I hit him up for a chit chat again the other night. It was a difficult night - must have had too much cheese during the day or something.
I should have these talks with Santa more often.
Hadn't talked to the guy for a while, so I hit him up for a chit chat again the other night. It was a difficult night - must have had too much cheese during the day or something.
HeyItsBeej: Dude. What up?
SantaClaus: Hey. Welcome back. You getting in that holiday spirit? :-)
HeyItsBeej: Yep
SantaClaus: Indeed
HeyItsBeej: whatcha doin?
SantaClaus: Chillin. You?
HeyItsBeej: Trying to poop
SantaClaus: Hmm, that's a lump of coal for you.
HeyItsBeej: I wish. I've been trying to poop all day.
SantaClaus: Ho! I told you once, no bad language. Another lump of coal for you. I'm afraid that if you persist, I will be forced to sign off. Please, type menu; let's try to get in the Christmas spirit.
HeyItsBeej: Okay. How about I've been trying to go to the bathroom all day?
SantaClaus: I could say the same thing to you -- and I will. How indeed? ;-)
HeyItsBeej: And how.
SantaClaus: I'm sure there are many ways. I have my magic. You have AOL ;-)
HeyItsBeej: AOL will help me go to the bathroom?
SantaClaus: AIM moves many billions of messages a day. This is the only network in my league ;-).
HeyItsBeej: That's great, but will it move my bowels?
SantaClaus: Wonderful, indeed!
HeyItsBeej: Hmm, I'll have to look into this some more. Thanks Santa!
SantaClaus: You're very welcome!
SantaClaus: Hey. Welcome back. You getting in that holiday spirit? :-)
HeyItsBeej: Yep
SantaClaus: Indeed
HeyItsBeej: whatcha doin?
SantaClaus: Chillin. You?
HeyItsBeej: Trying to poop
SantaClaus: Hmm, that's a lump of coal for you.
HeyItsBeej: I wish. I've been trying to poop all day.
SantaClaus: Ho! I told you once, no bad language. Another lump of coal for you. I'm afraid that if you persist, I will be forced to sign off. Please, type menu; let's try to get in the Christmas spirit.
HeyItsBeej: Okay. How about I've been trying to go to the bathroom all day?
SantaClaus: I could say the same thing to you -- and I will. How indeed? ;-)
HeyItsBeej: And how.
SantaClaus: I'm sure there are many ways. I have my magic. You have AOL ;-)
HeyItsBeej: AOL will help me go to the bathroom?
SantaClaus: AIM moves many billions of messages a day. This is the only network in my league ;-).
HeyItsBeej: That's great, but will it move my bowels?
SantaClaus: Wonderful, indeed!
HeyItsBeej: Hmm, I'll have to look into this some more. Thanks Santa!
SantaClaus: You're very welcome!
I should have these talks with Santa more often.
Some might say this doesn't count as an entry since I've been a lazy arse and haven't written anything for a while, but dammit this is funny.
