Kiss me, I’m from Luxembourg
Posted on | March 17, 2006 5 Comments | e-mail | print
Happy Reason to Drink Day! I consider St. Patty’s Day to be about on par with Cinco de Mayo: Both are holidays enthusiastically celebrated with large quantities of alcohol by people who have barely a passing involvement with the actual event which it comemmorates.
Enough soapboxing, on to the bulleted list.
- New weight loss program. It’s called the Laziness Diet. I’m simply too weak with apathy to create a meal more involved than instant oatmeal or cheddar on a Triscuit. I’m estimating I’ve lost 30 or 40 pounds so far … it’s just an estimate, though, ‘cause I’m too lazy to find my scale.
- Playground at Oregon Ridge: Hella cool. Gonna spend all summer there.
- Two weeks until I get my wisdom teeth forcibly removed from my person.
- I should not be left alone at Target with a debit card. Today, for example, I spent part of our hard-won tax refund on a John Deere Toy Cell Phone and Key Fob Set. I mean, yeah, he loves it, but c’mon.
- I am considering applying to the College of Classic Rock Knowledge.
- Only kidding.
- I have added many blogs to my newsreader [high praise indeed], yet I am too lazy, at present, to link to them.
- I am making a fashion statement. It says “Grey Is Beautiful.” It also says, Steinem-like, “This Is What 26 Looks Like.” Heh.
- Owen gets cuter and more fun every day. Latest word: Stick. Latest trick: Walking. While carrying a stick. My heart leaps into my throat just thinking about it.
- In college I had a leg-hair contest with a girl named Cat. We were competing to see who could let theirs go the longest. She lasted a day and a half, and forfeited because she had a date. I’m kind of wishing I was in a similar contest now, because then I’d at least have victory, instead of feeling pathetically (not parenthetically) lazy.
- Now reading: Prince Caspian, from the Chronic(what?)cles of Narnia series. Yes, I dipped into my son’s future reading stash. I am that hard up for material.
- And by material, I mean both reading and blogging.
- Now seems like a good time to wrap this baby up.
- Considering I stopped making any sort of sense about fifteen bullets ago.
Category: daily grind
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March 18th, 2006 @ 12:52 pm
I never had a leg hair growing contest in college… hmm, that might have taken up some time better used studying. I might be able to take you on now!
Now reading: Sense and Sensibility. It is really hard to make sense of when you only read a couple of short chapters a week.
Lazy isn’t so bad, at least you’re not doing much of anything to make a mess, so there’s not much clean-up to do later. It all works out in the end.
Reply to thisMarch 19th, 2006 @ 6:36 am
Hmm, Sense and Sensibility … that might be an Austen I haven’t read yet. Must remedy that!
Somehow the mess still seems to be created, even though I’m not doing anything. It’s like, a wrinkle in the space-time continuum.
Reply to thisMarch 20th, 2006 @ 5:20 pm
More like a wrinkle in the husband-training continuum. You know, pants over chairs, socks stuck in the bedsheets, a sandwich assembly expands to a mess of mass proportions.
That’s what happens in my house, anyway
My husband has been known to brag about his skill of being able to make a house full of mess out of one sunday newspaper.
Reply to thisMarch 21st, 2006 @ 8:56 am
I’m in an unofficial leg-hair growing contest with myself. With no men folk in the house anymore and it being all cold-like the last few months I couldn’t come up with a good reason to shave. It’s not going so well, though. You’d think I’d be a shoe-in being the only contestant and all but after 3 months my legs remain oddly hairless. Except for that stray patch. But I’m convinced those are related to the 3 inch long eyebrow hair that occasionally grows in overnight and therefore don’t count.
Reply to thisMarch 21st, 2006 @ 10:26 pm
Bittermom, that is too unfair. Here, have some of mmine. I have plenty to spare.
Elizabeth, heh. In my house I’m the messy one, and my poor husband is wondering how the hell there are five empty water glasses on the side table.
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