and there you have it…


November 2008

Ode to IKEA

‘Twas the eve of my birthday and all through the store

People were shopping the IKEA eye sore

Curtains were hung by employees with care

In hopes that a manager soon would be there

Ok, that sucks, I’m stopping now. But even my awful poem couldn’t kill the satisfaction I have from all the deals I got today at IKEA. I don’t even like to shop, but how can you hate buying bathroom accessories for 99cents (did you know the cent symbol is not even on the keyboard, what’s up with THAT?!?), tea kettles for $8, and kitchen chairs for $20? How can you? How?!? You cannot, I say.

Such deals, and with someone elses money, it is WIN-WIN I tell you! I got stuff for the kitchen, stuff for the bathroom, stuff for the closet, more stuff for the kitchen and a Christmas gift for someone else to boot! All for pennies, mere Pennies! Well not really, pennies don’t buy anything anymore, they’re not even worth the copper they’re printed on and should just be discontinued already…but I digress. Point: IKEA ROCKS!!! End of story.


Dear Concerned Population,

I’ve notice a recent trend in your members. It seems you all have a recent need to assure yourselves of my OK-ness. I am here to assure you all that yes, I am OK. I understand you are equipped with a special OK sensing radar. I also understand that my face is setting off said radar. However, I assure you it is just a collective defect. You may want to suggest a product recall. 

In the meantime, if you could please cease asking it would be much appreciated.


OK Joy

u mean u don’t remember things?

That’s right, I DON’T. I’ve got outlook reminders set up for everything from meetings to sending an e-mail, I leave notes on my Facebook, send myself e-mails, and have lists on every imaginable square inch of free space. Why? Because I don’t remember things.

So if you need something and you tell me, consider it forgotten. Unless it makes it somewhere other than my brain there’s a slim to none chance your going to get it from me. I may remember it someday, next year….at 4 in the morning. But really, what good is that going to do any of us?

But I no longer feel bad about this, I read an article ummm…last week…week before…I don’t remember, about the importance of forgetting for our brain’s functionality. So the way I see it I’ve simply been Refining my brain power all these years. Kids did not eat my brain they simply made it more efficient! Yeah that’s it! More Efficient!

It was really quite a fascinating article, not that I remember much of it, but I do remember the feeling of fascination and satisfaction. I would love to have linked to it for all of you to enjoy, but you see I have such a highly efficient brain that I simply cannot remember where I found it. Though it’s probably pretty safe to say the trail started with Facebook. Anybody want to help out here?

So there you have it. My Final answer. NO. I do not remember things. It’s a product of my highly powered brain functionality at work. We should all be so lucky.

blurry eyed ramblings

When am I going to learn that a day off does not mean sleepping in? Sleeping in is Dead. 2 and 1/2 years into this and I still stay up late on “fridays,” only to be awakened before dawn to little footsteps and “mommy granda” (the most recent word for banana, anyone want to explain THAT one to me?). All attempts to conjole him back to sleep are met with “shhhhh mommy, baby sleeeeping” screamed into my ear. Since baby was sleeping on the other side of the head that was just screamed into, the sound Of Course travelled through my head, amplified out my other ear and woke her up. And thus starts every day off my other job, the easy one. 

Today started at the ungodly hour of 5:45AM, which is early even for my kids. Today is Thanksgiving, the day we sit around with our family and friends and say how thankful we are for umm…things…and…ahhh…Stuff!? That doesn’t seem right.

Mommy needs sleep to be able to think of things I’m thankful for. I know they are there, once I return from a ride on the magical sleep train I will find said things. Once my shift is over, we are waking daddy, and mommy will ride the sleep train all the way to thankful land and wake up happy. Why? Because Publix makes thankgiving dinners, and my mother picked it up yesterday, and my sister is in town already.  

Hey look at that, I thought of something to be thankful for, and I haven’t even slept yet. Go me.

Madien Voyage

My first post. Should be a good one. But it’s not!

As excited as I was to get this thing started, I now have no thoughts, NOTHING. However, I cannot have the first post looming over my head, taunting me with its imcompleteness. So here it is, my first post, now I can get on with it.

and there you have it.

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