Okay, so I'm sticking to my resolution to blog everyday, or at the very least trying to, but I can't think of anything to write about. My day was largely uneventful. I did a little cleaning. One load of laundry. I got groceries. Did some work and attended a fundraising meeting. Blah. Boring. Blah. I did make a huge effort and wore jeans to the meeting. Then came home a whole hour later and slipped right into my pajama pants. I'm nothing if not high maintenance. I haven't worn make-up since Saturday when work necessitated it. No I'm not a streetwalker or stripper. Work didn't actually request I wear make-up, I just feel a little less like Rosie O'Donnell with it on. I am wearing my glasses which people assure me look fine but I feel about 70% less confident/attractive in but my contacts are bugging me again so I have no choice. Hair in sloppy ponytail...wait, is that Vogue calling?
I am taking part in an on-line seminar at 9 p.m. in regards to my hawking of the jewellery. It's referred to as a 'Webinar' but when I say that I feel like a giant douche bag. Douche bag makes me think of Chelsea Handler and Jo Koy and my immense gratitude to the TV Gods who saw it fit to make E! available on my cable service again. Chelsea, Chuy and the gang are all back every night at 10 p.m. If you haven't watched Chelsea Lately, please do. Even if it's only to earn back my respect for a moment. If you have watched it and find it crass or un-funny. Fuck off.
My boys are going to daycare tomorrow to provide me with a day of uninterrupted working time. This should be great. I always feel like a million bucks by the end of the day. Number one, I accomplish things. I accomplish things without interruption to "wipe off (some body's)bum". I complete tasks without having to stop to get the Wii to work. I listen to music and not Toy Story 3 or Diary of a "Wumpy" (that's how my three year old pronounces it) Kid" for the umpteenth time. Nor do I have to play Play Doh. To be honest though, I like the Play Doh part. Those assholes make a lot of money off that shit though and it's shoddy at best. I mean the actual Play Doh is good and smells good (don't judge me) and all that jazz but I'm telling you right now, the ice cream maker contraption does not work like it suggests it will on the front of the box. Nor does the sprinkle maker. Do they even try this shit out? And if they do, can someone hook me up with a job there? How sweet of a job would that be? Playing with Play Doh every day? I wonder how much they get paid and if they'll let you work from home...
Yeah, so um anyway, this might be a good place to stop. At the very least, my resolution is holding on and it's the 10th already! Eat your heart out Oprah! (Oprah likely resolved to be more grateful and aware and rich this year and to dispel the lesbian rumours). I don't think she's a lesbian at all and am even more confused why people would be so alarmed if it was...
Okay, yeah, so stopping here instead.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Miss Popularity
Okay, so now that I'm thoroughly back in the swing of things in the blogging world I am discovering some things I had forgotten. Being part of the blogging world is like being part of a big high school. It's a giant limitless popularity contest. Much the same as when I was actually in high school I continue to fail in this regard. I was not hated or bullied or bothered. I was also not popular. I was just there and in Grade 11 I became known as another one of the myriad of girls in the school who was pregnant and then as one of the girls with a baby in the daycare at school.
Now, I don't even have that notoriety. Does it bother me? Duh. Why do you think I'm writing about it. I know it shouldn't bother me and that first and foremost I should write for myself and I do but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate appreciation. I want to be a 'Top Blogger' or get some other kind of blogging award that no one else will acknowledge or know what it means unless they happen to blog as well. I have read a number of blogs in the past few days. Some of my old favourites and one or two new ones. The ones that are official looking and have little buttons declaring their popularity make me jealous. They are the popular rich girls who never say or do anything embarrassing or get knocked up. They have all the name brand clothes and perfect hair. Sigh.
Blogging is a job for some people. They have put in some serious time and effort to attain the level of notoriety they have amongst other bloggers. This summer I put in a pretty solid effort myself but then let it go. It's time to get back in there. Shut down the pity party and break out my acid wash jeans and curling iron and make these bangs as big as they can be.
Stay tuned. By the time Spring rolls around I should be a shoe-in for Prom Queen!
Now, I don't even have that notoriety. Does it bother me? Duh. Why do you think I'm writing about it. I know it shouldn't bother me and that first and foremost I should write for myself and I do but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate appreciation. I want to be a 'Top Blogger' or get some other kind of blogging award that no one else will acknowledge or know what it means unless they happen to blog as well. I have read a number of blogs in the past few days. Some of my old favourites and one or two new ones. The ones that are official looking and have little buttons declaring their popularity make me jealous. They are the popular rich girls who never say or do anything embarrassing or get knocked up. They have all the name brand clothes and perfect hair. Sigh.
Blogging is a job for some people. They have put in some serious time and effort to attain the level of notoriety they have amongst other bloggers. This summer I put in a pretty solid effort myself but then let it go. It's time to get back in there. Shut down the pity party and break out my acid wash jeans and curling iron and make these bangs as big as they can be.
Stay tuned. By the time Spring rolls around I should be a shoe-in for Prom Queen!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Day 2
In the spirit of Resolutions and such I'm here to report. Obviously I'm so far sticking with the blogging resolution and I'm not doing horribly with the procrastination issue either. I'm sorry, I need to digress here for a minute to talk about how much I dislike Queen Latifah. I attempted to watch the People's Choice awards for about thirty seconds but gave up because she's too much. She's not funny. Neither are the Kardashians and why is that one so much taller and bigger than the other two?
Sidetracked.
Anyway, I did get some laundry done but this is nothing...
Okay, twenty-five minutes later and I'm back. Where did I go? Well in the midst of promoting a successful productive life in the day of this modern-day do it all woman, I realized I forgot to pick my daughter up from rehearsal.
Oops.
To be fair it was only five after nine and I was supposed to be there at 9 and we only live about five minutes away. Yes, I am defensive but also had a good laugh at myself. She found it funny too. Eventually.
Heh heh.
Okay, so anyway, I did some laundry. My son's. This is because he started cleaning his room the other day and this led to mass dumping of a clothing and other articles in the laundry room. Clothing we thought was lost for good. Clothing that likely hasn't fit him for at least two years. Clean clothing. As in still folded but because he failed to put it away properly so it eventually ended up on his floor and as such, he's decided to just put it back in the laundry. Teenage boys are a special gift.
As are teenage girls but at least they are clean.
I got a solid five hours of work done today. Not bad in between parenting the three year old, the 14 year olds orthodontist appointment, pick ups and drop offs of the six year old and the stupid laundry and making supper. So I forgot to pick up a kid, big deal! In all reality, something had to give.
I had to run out to pay a bill too and stopped at the store to buy some dishwasher detergent and picked up some discount Christmas candy too so part of my multitasking included mass consumption of grocery-store brand chocolates. So basically I'm efficient and pretty...Pretty on the couch stuffing my face full of candy but too lazy/tired to get up off the couch and go get the drink of milk I was desperately craving.
So, all in all, not a bad day. I'm a bit rambly and scattered I know but deal with it. This is a much more positive post than the one I was/am contemplating about the capacity of humans, especially family members, to be such complete assholes to one another, but I'll save that for another day. But seriously, how can some people be so desperately unaware and ignorant?
Ooops. That was a little slip into Negative Nelly land. So sorry.
Not.
Sidetracked.
Anyway, I did get some laundry done but this is nothing...
Okay, twenty-five minutes later and I'm back. Where did I go? Well in the midst of promoting a successful productive life in the day of this modern-day do it all woman, I realized I forgot to pick my daughter up from rehearsal.
Oops.
To be fair it was only five after nine and I was supposed to be there at 9 and we only live about five minutes away. Yes, I am defensive but also had a good laugh at myself. She found it funny too. Eventually.
Heh heh.
Okay, so anyway, I did some laundry. My son's. This is because he started cleaning his room the other day and this led to mass dumping of a clothing and other articles in the laundry room. Clothing we thought was lost for good. Clothing that likely hasn't fit him for at least two years. Clean clothing. As in still folded but because he failed to put it away properly so it eventually ended up on his floor and as such, he's decided to just put it back in the laundry. Teenage boys are a special gift.
As are teenage girls but at least they are clean.
I got a solid five hours of work done today. Not bad in between parenting the three year old, the 14 year olds orthodontist appointment, pick ups and drop offs of the six year old and the stupid laundry and making supper. So I forgot to pick up a kid, big deal! In all reality, something had to give.
I had to run out to pay a bill too and stopped at the store to buy some dishwasher detergent and picked up some discount Christmas candy too so part of my multitasking included mass consumption of grocery-store brand chocolates. So basically I'm efficient and pretty...Pretty on the couch stuffing my face full of candy but too lazy/tired to get up off the couch and go get the drink of milk I was desperately craving.
So, all in all, not a bad day. I'm a bit rambly and scattered I know but deal with it. This is a much more positive post than the one I was/am contemplating about the capacity of humans, especially family members, to be such complete assholes to one another, but I'll save that for another day. But seriously, how can some people be so desperately unaware and ignorant?
Ooops. That was a little slip into Negative Nelly land. So sorry.
Not.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Happy New Year
Okay, so I'm not big on resolutions but given that 2010 sucked, a lot, in a variety of ways, I've decided to make 2011 better any way that I can. And just how am I going to do this? Well first of all, I'm going to get back to blogging on a daily basis! Starting today. I know, I know, resolutions are supposed to start on the first but given it felt like a creature from a Stephen King novel had burrowed itself into my brain and I vomited like it was 1999 on the first? I was in no shape to blog. Then on the second I felt so good not being hungover that I tackled a number of household duties and prepared for my mother's visit the next day.
Which leads me to resolution number 2: quit procrastinating!!!
What I was preparing,on January 2nd, for my mother's visit, was her and her husband's gift. Yes. I'm aware that is late. However I knew I wouldn't seen them until after Christmas so I left it. Longer than I should have. I leave everything longer than I should. And then when I finish whatever it is I left, I feel so good. You'd think I'd learn but much like hangovers, I'm not a real quick learner of the whole action and consequence thing. Slow slow learner, in fact.
So there it is, blogging and no more procrastination. Of course I have plans to return to the gym too. Who doesn't? Given that I was blessed with PMS during the yuletide season I'm sure my intestines are currently coated in chocolate and the Type 2 Diabetes fairy is chuckling with glee at my future of finger pricks (as opposed to the kind I'm used to dealing with, heh heh) and sugar spikes and drops.
As luck would have it though I purchased a lovely new pair of elastic waisted pants just prior to Christmas and they are divine. I'm wearing them right now. And just to the left of me is a small-ish pile of wrappers from some after dinner chocolates I was enjoying. Again, reference the slow learner paragraph above.
So tomorrow it is off to book my son's birthday party, drop off some donations and tackle some work projects and laundry. And with any luck at all? No one in this house is on short supply of clean underwear because who am I kidding?!
Happy New Year!
Which leads me to resolution number 2: quit procrastinating!!!
What I was preparing,on January 2nd, for my mother's visit, was her and her husband's gift. Yes. I'm aware that is late. However I knew I wouldn't seen them until after Christmas so I left it. Longer than I should have. I leave everything longer than I should. And then when I finish whatever it is I left, I feel so good. You'd think I'd learn but much like hangovers, I'm not a real quick learner of the whole action and consequence thing. Slow slow learner, in fact.
So there it is, blogging and no more procrastination. Of course I have plans to return to the gym too. Who doesn't? Given that I was blessed with PMS during the yuletide season I'm sure my intestines are currently coated in chocolate and the Type 2 Diabetes fairy is chuckling with glee at my future of finger pricks (as opposed to the kind I'm used to dealing with, heh heh) and sugar spikes and drops.
As luck would have it though I purchased a lovely new pair of elastic waisted pants just prior to Christmas and they are divine. I'm wearing them right now. And just to the left of me is a small-ish pile of wrappers from some after dinner chocolates I was enjoying. Again, reference the slow learner paragraph above.
So tomorrow it is off to book my son's birthday party, drop off some donations and tackle some work projects and laundry. And with any luck at all? No one in this house is on short supply of clean underwear because who am I kidding?!
Happy New Year!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Temporary Insanity?
I put a question mark behind the title because I'm not sure how temporary this state is. I am tired. This is a recurring theme. I seem to have reached a new level of exhaustion and I can't even blame it on work anymore. I don't work a 40 hour plus week anymore. Not outside of the home anyway. Yet last night I was in bed by quarter after 8. I read for a little while and then it was lights out somewhere around 8:30 and yet, I find myself fighting the urge to either be-head someone or cry.
This could be due in part to the fact that around 12 a.m. my three year old made his nightly appearance in our bed. I took him back to his bed by 1 a.m. and roughly an hour later I was on the couch having given up sleeping with fucking Shrek.
Shrek is my husband. Who has some serious sinus or adenoid issues because the snoring is getting out of hand. Yesterday morning I gave up and went and slept in my daughter's bed. She was out of town so I had roughly an hour of silent sleep there. I currently roam my house at night searching for quiet and slumber.
My arms are literally tired from trying to hold them up to type this. I have zero energy.
My husband? Rolled out of bed sometime after 8. He then huffed and puffed for awhile because the dog pissed on his jacket. Not good behaviour on the dog's part but at least it saved me from having to do it.
Do I hate him? No. But motherfucker if that guy can't sleep his way through life. There is nothing short of mind numbing pain that he can't sleep through. Until whatever time he pleases. You know how a lot of adults say they can't sleep in anymore? He is not one of those people.
I am. Although given my current state I think I could actually sleep in. It feels like I could sleep for days and not be rested. There are still Christmas cards to mail, presents to wrap, a meal to plan, baking to do and don't forget actual work. Oh and I'm not done shopping yet either.
This is not a good time to be fading. Yet here I am. Faded.
Shortly I will leave to take my oldest child to the orthodontist and I will be hitting Starbucks first to get a White Chocolate Peppermint Mocha. Artificial energy is my only friend at present.
I am considering giving up all together and letting my youngest sleep with my husband and just taking the kids bed. Why? Because when I went back to my room this morning they were snuggled up like two peas in a pod despite the fact that my husband continued to sound like he was choking on a fucking chainsaw. The little man slept right through it. So perhaps they'd be better off together and I can sleep a whole night through in Jr's bed.
Worth a shot? I think it might be. It's that or manslaughter charges...I plan to plead not guilty by, you guessed it, reason of temporary insanity.
This could be due in part to the fact that around 12 a.m. my three year old made his nightly appearance in our bed. I took him back to his bed by 1 a.m. and roughly an hour later I was on the couch having given up sleeping with fucking Shrek.
Shrek is my husband. Who has some serious sinus or adenoid issues because the snoring is getting out of hand. Yesterday morning I gave up and went and slept in my daughter's bed. She was out of town so I had roughly an hour of silent sleep there. I currently roam my house at night searching for quiet and slumber.
My arms are literally tired from trying to hold them up to type this. I have zero energy.
My husband? Rolled out of bed sometime after 8. He then huffed and puffed for awhile because the dog pissed on his jacket. Not good behaviour on the dog's part but at least it saved me from having to do it.
Do I hate him? No. But motherfucker if that guy can't sleep his way through life. There is nothing short of mind numbing pain that he can't sleep through. Until whatever time he pleases. You know how a lot of adults say they can't sleep in anymore? He is not one of those people.
I am. Although given my current state I think I could actually sleep in. It feels like I could sleep for days and not be rested. There are still Christmas cards to mail, presents to wrap, a meal to plan, baking to do and don't forget actual work. Oh and I'm not done shopping yet either.
This is not a good time to be fading. Yet here I am. Faded.
Shortly I will leave to take my oldest child to the orthodontist and I will be hitting Starbucks first to get a White Chocolate Peppermint Mocha. Artificial energy is my only friend at present.
I am considering giving up all together and letting my youngest sleep with my husband and just taking the kids bed. Why? Because when I went back to my room this morning they were snuggled up like two peas in a pod despite the fact that my husband continued to sound like he was choking on a fucking chainsaw. The little man slept right through it. So perhaps they'd be better off together and I can sleep a whole night through in Jr's bed.
Worth a shot? I think it might be. It's that or manslaughter charges...I plan to plead not guilty by, you guessed it, reason of temporary insanity.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
A Blast From the Past
Friday, August 21, 2009
Out of the comfort zone
The other day my husband suggested I try something completely out of my comfort zone in response to my 100 millionth bitch about my job... I hate my job. This will be a recurring theme so may as well get it out of the way now. However, I have four kids, a mortgage, a car payment and a husband embarking on a new career so I'm stuck with it. I'm ridiculously envious of him because he's doing what he's always wanted to. And unless someone out there wants to pay me to make fun of others, that's not an attainable goal for me.
So here I am. I wish, more than anything in the world, to be a writer. Original, I know. However after having just finished another Jen Lancaster book I'm sure this is my calling. Oh, and to write for the Chelsea Handler show and maybe someday make the round table....euphoria. However, when one lives in Saskatchewan and began breeding just about as soon as physically capable and didn't stop until a full 13 years later, my chances are greater that I will be spat on by a client.
I'm quite positive I'm not at liberty to divulge what my current job is but believe me, being spit on is entirely possible.
Posted by 77Cher at 8:37 PM
Out of the comfort zone
The other day my husband suggested I try something completely out of my comfort zone in response to my 100 millionth bitch about my job... I hate my job. This will be a recurring theme so may as well get it out of the way now. However, I have four kids, a mortgage, a car payment and a husband embarking on a new career so I'm stuck with it. I'm ridiculously envious of him because he's doing what he's always wanted to. And unless someone out there wants to pay me to make fun of others, that's not an attainable goal for me.
So here I am. I wish, more than anything in the world, to be a writer. Original, I know. However after having just finished another Jen Lancaster book I'm sure this is my calling. Oh, and to write for the Chelsea Handler show and maybe someday make the round table....euphoria. However, when one lives in Saskatchewan and began breeding just about as soon as physically capable and didn't stop until a full 13 years later, my chances are greater that I will be spat on by a client.
I'm quite positive I'm not at liberty to divulge what my current job is but believe me, being spit on is entirely possible.
Posted by 77Cher at 8:37 PM
Out
I was bitchy yesterday. All day. It had me wondering what was up and if I'm one of those people who'll never be content. Then I showered, did my hair, put on some make-up and clean, semi-fitted clothing and left the house. Lo and behold, I found myself in a better mood!
You see, like everything else, slob-ness must be done in moderation. I spent the better part of my day in my favourite pair of sweatpants. I left my house yesterday morning and I paired the sweats with a fleece hoody and tucked my hair up under my hat. I looked like ass. And it turns out, it meant I felt like ass too.
I'm not placing all the blame on my sweats. There are other factors at play here. Like my children. The youngest continues to be an asshole and this time I'm referring to his tendency to come sleep with us in the night. There is not enough room at the inn. So I take him back to bed, and within an hour or two, he's back. We sometimes do this up to three times a night. This does not equal a rested me. It actually itches a very bitchy me. Especially first thing in the morning.
Christmas is coming and I can't quite decide how I feel about that just yet. I like Christmas. However, Christmas requires money. I don't care you are. And money is still in somewhat limited supply around here. Not as bad as last year when the piece of shit my husband was working for stopped paying him, but it's still tight. On the positive side though I am at home. I can shop on a Monday morning. I don't have to cram my baking into the two days before Christmas if I was lucky enough to get them off of work. I don't have to return to work after Christmas. I'll be working, but from my home. So there definitely is an upside.
Bottom line is I need to get myself out of this house. Not allow myself to be lulled by the promise of sweats and un-styled hair every day. It just doesn't do this body good. And as a kind friend warned me, I need to keep an eye on 'things' because sweat pants don't get tight. Or at least not until a good 20 or 30 pounds has been gained, so jeans, once or twice a week (I'm not going to get crazy here), will serve more than one purpose.
You see, like everything else, slob-ness must be done in moderation. I spent the better part of my day in my favourite pair of sweatpants. I left my house yesterday morning and I paired the sweats with a fleece hoody and tucked my hair up under my hat. I looked like ass. And it turns out, it meant I felt like ass too.
I'm not placing all the blame on my sweats. There are other factors at play here. Like my children. The youngest continues to be an asshole and this time I'm referring to his tendency to come sleep with us in the night. There is not enough room at the inn. So I take him back to bed, and within an hour or two, he's back. We sometimes do this up to three times a night. This does not equal a rested me. It actually itches a very bitchy me. Especially first thing in the morning.
Christmas is coming and I can't quite decide how I feel about that just yet. I like Christmas. However, Christmas requires money. I don't care you are. And money is still in somewhat limited supply around here. Not as bad as last year when the piece of shit my husband was working for stopped paying him, but it's still tight. On the positive side though I am at home. I can shop on a Monday morning. I don't have to cram my baking into the two days before Christmas if I was lucky enough to get them off of work. I don't have to return to work after Christmas. I'll be working, but from my home. So there definitely is an upside.
Bottom line is I need to get myself out of this house. Not allow myself to be lulled by the promise of sweats and un-styled hair every day. It just doesn't do this body good. And as a kind friend warned me, I need to keep an eye on 'things' because sweat pants don't get tight. Or at least not until a good 20 or 30 pounds has been gained, so jeans, once or twice a week (I'm not going to get crazy here), will serve more than one purpose.
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