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***What do you do when you annoy yourself…*** I think I’m in trouble***

I feel like a have a new appendage.  I’ve had my laptop about a month now and I don’t now what I did to get by before that. I carry it from room to room with me, I take it to bed, I take it to the play land… I tell you it goes almost everywhere I do. I was a little concerned about this and mentioned it to my husband. He offered to take it with him to work and it felt like he wanted to rip my arm off…

 What would I do for a whole day without my computer, I couldn’t read what my xanga friends were doing, I couldn’t jot down my ideas or work on my writing. I couldn’t surf youtube and ebay,  google the Louvre or play Noggin and Sesame Street with Cooper. I couldn’t listen to my itunes, or download my camera.  What would I do without this new accessory I am so attached to. 

Listen, I’m sure it’s not normal, and it may be a little unhealthy but I’m thinking about having it permanently grafted to my right side. Okay nothing that drastic, but I do hope it never breaks… I think I  would actually go mental, I mean more then I am already…

Do any of you have an item you can not do without? What is it? Just curious. Ang

Isabelle and I just got back from a run to Walmart and I am in a state of shock.

I got a look, several of them in fact. I used to get a lot of them when I was younger but then they just made me nervous, attention was not and is not something I ever wanted. But I do have to say now that I’m reminiscing I made a guy hit a tree… I was getting something from  my car so my butt was sticking out the car door in the air. (yes I was wearing pants!)Luckily he was entering a credit union drive through and not going fast. I must say that was flattering, mostly because I could make a quick get away and didn’t have to talk or see the guy. Ah youth. 

Okay that was a bit off the subject, back to the look. After eleven years of marriage and three children it took me a couple moments to even realize what it was and then it played out like a bad commercial.

 I noticed a very hot young latin guy in his hard body twenties, smiling at me. So I gave him my vague generic smile that I give everyone and glanced away. Then I hear a “How You doin”…No joke… I looked up and there he is smiling at me. I looked over my shoulder and back at him and responded so smoothly “Me?” If it weren’t happening to me I would have laughed.

He said “Yeah, How’s your day going?” and I said “I’m doing well, how about yourself?” As I’m asking this I can feel the look on my face. My look was saying: What the heck is wrong with you that your checking me out?  I mean come on. I’m no Heidi Clume and I’m in my uniform of a pullover sweatshirt jacket and baggy cotton pants with a baseball hat shoved over my greasy hair. I most likely smell like puke and other nasty things… There had to be something wrong with him. If I was a guy and I saw me I’d be running, not walking the other way.

Well, I finished my transaction and get this he said “If you wait a minute I can help you to your car?”  I’ve got diaper cream in a bag and my daughter pulling on me begging for her candy. I said something like “I’ve got it thanks.” and sprinted for the door. I barely remember the drive home, I was in shock. 

I’ve gone over this in my head and he was a customer. My sleep deprived mind did not mistake a clerk or bagger for someone putting the moves on me…clerks don’t carry out at Walmart  and they don’t have baggers.

What I have decided is that this young guy saw me and how pathetic I was and decided to give me a thrill, maybe it was his version of charity?  That must be it. It worked and I hope he didn’t get the impression I thought he was a leper or deranged. Although he may have been deranged…

Okay I need to ask Ben to start grabbing my butt more and giving me dirty looks around the house so I won’t be this shocked and pathetic when this happens again in another eleven years!

I think I’m going to go take a shower and try to make myself worthy of a look. If I scrub really hard I can probably get the smell off. I get to go out with the girls tonight. Okay, the girls consist of my Mom, my friend Kim and her husband, who isn’t a girl but he doesn’t have to know I called him that. 

I know I’m pathetic.

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Well, I just got back from my night out and what fun it was. I forgot how fun a bar full of kar-re-okee singers can be. Everyone is there for a good time and it shows. It was a contest tonight and my friend Angie who sang the best version of Etta James’s At Last, that I have ever heard other then  Etta’s should have won, but they chose a girl who was flashing her boobs and wearing a belly shirt…  

The closest I came to being hit on was when My friend Kim leaned over and said “Ang, you are so beautiful, your personality just shines through your smile.” That is quite a compliment and I’ll take it. The fact that she was working on her third Long Island Ice tea shouldn’t matter right?

Well, I just consumed about 100oz of Mt.Dew and I smell like a cigarette so it’s in the shower for me to

 destinck-afy so that Ben will let me in bed. Hope you all had an evening that was at least half as fun as mine. Ang

Well, I only had about two hours of sleep last night. Who knows why. When I got up this morning my youngest gave me a hug and then hurled on me. I ask you, is there any better way to start the day.

Charlie upchucked at school and I went to pick him up. He was easy though, because he just laid down on the couch with his emergency bowl and cartoons. Poor Cooper just didn’t seem to understand why Mommy couldn’t make it better.

Things did not get much easier, but hopefully tomorrow, tummies will be a little better. I’ve been trying to sleep but it’s just not happening. I guess I’ll shut down my computer and stare into the dark at the wall some more. 

No school today so I took the children to sleep with the fishes, okay, just visit the fishes…

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I can’t sleep so I’ll just add a bit. No, even though I said it, they don’t make the fish into ‘fish food’ they send them to a processing plant in Bear Lake. The good ones are sold to fish market’s for smoking and fresh fillets, the old or severely damaged ones are sent to a plant where they are put into cat and dog food. They take any eggs from the spawning salmon that they get to a hatchery. The spawn is worth gold by the way, I have asked for some in the past for my Pop… The line to even offer a bribe was long…  the collecting process is great fun to watch and if I’m not feeling like too much of a slug on Wednesday I might go watch, Cooper will be safely strapped in his stroller this time, boy that little bugger is fast. Hope I haven’t bored you too much. Ang

BB61 made me a new banner! What do you all think? I’m not really a callgirl people it’s a joke so no one ask for my number. Ang

Yes, I am going to Hell.

I escaped the other night and went to dinner with fifteen other people, all family and friends. We were seated at a long table in a very nice restaurant. My grandpa who is pushing eighty- four, quite well I might add. Was seated at the opposite end of the table from me. After we ordered our food Grandpa clanked his water glass and announced grace as is our custom at all family events.

Grandpa has been saying our dinner prayers for as long as I remember. He used to say the standard ‘Bless this food to our bodies and our bodies to your service’ prayer with a ‘keep those traveling or hunting safe’ thrown in.

But as Grandpa gets older the prayers keep getting a bit longer. Like he wants to make sure that he gets it all out while he has God’s ear. Maybe he wants to make sure he covers all the bases for us while we all have our heads bowed, just in case we’re not doing it ourselves.

Well, Grandpa started the prayer and soon I thought he was done…I started to raise my head…he wasn’t done.  I thought he was done again, I started to raise my head…he wasn’t done.  And this part I can blame on all of you… I started thinking ‘Wait until I post about the prayer that never ends’, then I started to laugh, not out loud, I covered my mouth, but I could feel my shoulders shaking and my eyes started watering…and I would have had it under control, but my Aunt Carin leaned over and asked if I was okay. Just as Grandpa said amen a laugh popped out, I could see my Aunt Mary down the table, smiling, cause she knew I was trying not to laugh and My Pop  sitting next to me,was grinning, trying not to laugh, I fake a cough and my Aunt Carin says ‘She’s okay, she was just choking.’  I told my Aunt thank you and apologized for my moment of immaturity, But let’s be real, these people all know how immature I am.

My Grandpa luckily was far enough away that he didn’t notice, And he’s hard of hearing, so I think that helped.

But I am going to Hell, and I just wanted you all to know it’s your fault.

Ben and I were sitting at the table with Isabelle this morning. Out of the blue Isabelle says “Mom I want to speak Italian.”  Smiling and nodding in that there, but not really way, I said “That’s great. Why Italian?”

Isabelle responds between spoonfuls of Shredded wheat. “Because then I can talk to animals.” 

Oh. Is my daughter brilliant…Did anyone else out there know Italians could talk to animals? Was Dr. Doo Little Italian… I thought he was English. We learn something new every day.  

(Jenny, something else for you to study!)

So, This is THE ROOM. I thought I would give you all a progress report so you didn’t think it took me a week and a half. to paint four walls. I have finished painting three walls and a ceiling. I ran out of the pictures for the wall which are all reptiles so I had to scramble and find another book I could disassemble. 

Check out that wall paper. That was the bottom layer of three. I originally thought I could just paste the pictures over the paper…did not work…and don’t any of you dare say I could have told you that(Jason)! so the kids and I spent time peeling off paper until we got to this layer, which is like paint on the wall.. Any way I look at it and think, in 1950 someone actually took the time to hang this, then probably stood back  and thought…beautiful. 

I know the wall won’t do much for resale value, but we’ll just paper over it, or put up a new drywall, until then the kids will enjoy it and if something gets ripped off or written on, we’ll just find a new picture we like and paste it on!

The floor I just did today, I plan on finishing tomorrow. Ben is going to do all the cuts…We’ll see. If he doesn’t feel like it I just might do it myself. Remember I’m only working on this during nap times and after seven at night. So that’s why it’s taking so long.

The occasional questions have really helped me keep moving towards getting this done, so thanks for that.

Oh do you  like the dragon, it’s actually quite big and I will paint it on the wall, that’s just there so I can spare pictures. Once he is painted it will look like he’s coming out of holes or water on the wall. I haven’t decided yet. I think I’m going to put a large one swooping down at him.  I asked Charlie what he wanted with the stipulation, that I would listen to everything he had to say and then do what I wanted. He was okay with that. Luckily his ideas are close to mine.

 Okay, Enough boring blabber about the room. There it is and hopefully this weekend I’ll get the floor in, possibly the molding, we’ll see.

Oh my Friday night adventure ended at 8:30… I thought that was pretty good. Have great night. Ang

Ben had a snowday today. At nap time I abandoned him and the monster to go do ‘errands’. I went to lunch with my Mom at an adult resturant. No playroom, relative quiet while I spent quality time with my Mommy. She wasn’t Grandma and I wasn’t Mommy. *sigh* And don’t feel too sorry for Ben I took him left overs…They were good leftovers! This is her pretending to pay for lunch…okay we went halfsies… I am thirty ahem years old after all.

I know it’s crooked! I’m still learning, I forgot to flip it okay! 

Now I’m jumping ship again. Muahahaha… Out on a Friday night…unbelievable… More later. Ang

Our house is tiny and comfortable, but it has a flaw. It only has one bathroom. Usually this isn’t a problem, but since there are five people in this house, four of which are potty trained, we occasionally run into a problem.

When I was working so diligently on THE ROOM yesterday night. I heard two sets of feet sprinting down the hall and a door slam. Then silence, then pounding on the door. Then this:

“Hurry Charlie! I have to go bad!”  Charlie “I am!”

“ I have to go number two, hurry!” Charlie “I am!”

“Charlie, Poop like the wind!” Charlie “I AM!”

Okay, I ask you, how exactly does one ‘poop like the wind’ ?  

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“I support HappyDeviant’s butt”   I know it’s ironic considering this post! But they closed my friends site.Which I don’t understand since I’ve unfortunatly seen worse. So I am in effect joining the protest. therefore…

“I support HappyDeviant’s Butt” and I hope it’s not pooping like the wind… *sigh*