There isn’t much to add… I took a lovely video of Carlita yesterday when the three of us where outside, airing out the baby as it were, but someone decided to let out a loud fart right at the end, and then I made a promise not to post said video, but I never said anything about not blogging about it!
Grilled cheese sandwich day.
In other news, I’m sort of bummed about Jelly Man at the moment. I know work is tough and the hours are long, obviously he is going to be tired when he gets home. Tired I can understand, but when Jelly Man gets tired he morphs into a five year old with spiking blood sugar. Don’t get me wrong, I love him in all his anxious glory, and I can handle the anxiety, but when everything is just “meh” and “blah” every time we’re together and nothing I do makes it any better it’s time to look for another solution.
I just wish I was part of that solution, but I don’t think I am. I’m trying my best to keep the load off, but when the grump comes out I go into hiding, and I do so or the whole family would suffer MY grump, which happens to be my specialty, btw. I imagine that it’s not very nice being told you’re not much fun to be around, but then I guess it might be better than watching movies on your own.
I don’t know, it just makes me a little uneasy that I’m the one who is less depressed at the moment. Unfamiliar territory and all.
Also in other news, the keyboard quit working on me all of a sudden, and I got slightly panicky when I rebooted the computer just to find that the keyboard was still not working and I was now locked out of my own* computer! DOOM!
Luckily we have a spare from when my computer died, that Carlita has been drooling over and the cats have peed on. Yes, indeed, lucky me! So, anyway, I unplug the keyboard and as I’m lifting it coffee spills out of it. Coffee I spilled in it a couple of days ago and was all like “Wow, and it still works!”, then totally forgot about five seconds later when I went about my day again, because that’s what you do when you successfully avert disaster and mayhem.
So much for still working, though. I mean, come on, it wasn’t even cat pee!
* Technically, if you want to know, it’s Jelly Man’s computer. Mine wen’t to computer heaven years ago and has never been replaced. Santa, are you getting this?
As crazy as it may sound (and I know it does), I’m looking forward to our time change, which, if I am correct (and I probably aren’t), happens on the 22nd or 29th or somewhere around those days (I think). Anyway, despite my not knowing exactly when it will occur, I am still very much looking forward to it.
You see, Carlita has decided that 6am is a good time to get up, and I on the other hand feel totally out of this dimension at the time of this writing, and it’s only 8pm for crying out loud! Suddenly, finding myself an hour ahead doesn’t sound all that bad to me, and getting up at 7am instead of 6am makes so much more sense! And it will happen, all on its own! I don’t even have to lift a finger since the only clock that needs any manual adjusting is in the hallway, and it was never corrected when we switched from summer to winter time. WIN/WIN!
It’s magic!
Anyway, Wednesday Jelly Man had a dentist appointment, so he had the day off work and took me to the customs office to pick up some boots that got caught, curse those stingy bastards! When we arrived back home I was greeted with yet another customs slip, this time for a bunch of bath products - which, when you think about it I should totally have anticipated - that shit just tends to happen to me, often multiple times and whenever it’s the most inconvenient.
So, today he gets off early, so I can go get my soap out of custody - a woman gotta keep clean, you know - and I dig through the box of cables looking for the printer cord, find the printer cord, print a gazillion test prints of photoshopped screen prints before I finally get it just right, print out my “evidence” (of what I’m not really sure, because I could manipulate the documents as much as I would want to without them being able to tell me it’s fake), and while I make sure to carefully place “the evidence” in my bag I completely forgot to bring the slip that they need to find my package.
But that’s not why we turned around the first time.
No, first it was because Jelly Man forgot to bring cash, and the customs office, which is located at the harbor outside the city, doesn’t have an ATM and they don’t take our brand of VISA in the office. We drive back to the city, find a parking spot, get some cash and head back out to the harbor. Where we (meaning I) realize that we (meaning I) don’t have the golden ticket, so back we go, not just to the city but all the damn way home.
It took three tries, but I finally have my soap! I’m too tired to go for a shower tonight though, and besides, I need some time to recover or I’ll never want to look at another bar of soap ever again.
Oh my god how time flies. Oh. My. God.
January 19th, 2007
OHMIGOD!
March 3rd, 2008
My uterus is twitching watching those old photos. My brain is saying “NO! Your Vagina is a one way street from now on, woman! Don’t you remember? Wasn’t once enough?!?”, but my heart.. Oooh, it wants a sibling for Carlita.
As they so infamously say - Just Say No!
It sounds suspiciously like yes to me.
28 year old living in the northern hemisphere, bunked up with husband, kid and Old Man Grandpa, 3 cats, 2 turtles and 1 guinea pig.
Am currently plunging into body acceptance (and, as a result, fat acceptance), living with trichotillomania and trying for kid #2. It's good times!
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