March 5, 2006
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Tids N’ Tads
You got Xanga? I was at the library yesterday and was walking past the internet users… and someone was checking comments and their friend’s Xanga sites. My first reaction was “Hey…!!” And then I thought… do I really have ANYTHING in common with that girl? She WrOtE hR BlOg LIk DiZ… and I can’t think like that… and there was a skull on the screen… hrm. Skeery. I didn’t say anything… but all I could think after that was wow… I’ve been at Xanga for five years… way longer than these kids, and they’re just… everywhere. Like viruses…. Not sure if those were observatory thoughts or negative thoughts… hrm.
Xanga Burn Out. I read my subs on… was it Tuesday…?… and the one common thread was that EVERYONE I know is burnt out. They trudge to Xanga, drag themselves to their sites… but the heart is just not there. I don’t know why. Must be something in the air. Ninety percent of you sound like you’re just… WEARY of blogging. I sincerely hope I didn’t start it – or contribute in any way. It must just be the long part of winter or something. Actually, I’ve noticed this week I’ve started pepping up again. Maybe that means your ‘oomph’ is gonna come back soon, here, too. Well, it’s a theory, anyhow.
Blockbusted! I got Alias 3:2 in the mail yesterday, and it was CRACKED!!! All the way across the disk. Serious bummer. So now on Monday I have to send it (and a subtitled Beauty in the Beast which was a *little* too scary for the kids) back… and HOPE they’ll send me another 3:2… and in the meantime, I’ll be holding on to 3:4, which is slated to come Monday… although they skipped 3:3… this is a MESS. Oi vey. Maybe I should just send them ALL back and start over. (((sigh!!!))) It’s not kewl, I’ll tell you. I dreamt about Agent Weiss last night. I think I’ve got a new crush. Who’d want a scrawny, pansy-butt Vaughn when you have this FINE specimen of manhood (with wit, integrity, and this total soft side) going on with Weiss, that’s all I’m saying… I need a life. Hahahaha!!
Cry Wolf. Yesterday at K-Mart there was a little boy in the main aisle. There were tears running down his face and he kept turning in all directions as if he was lost. He called for his mom two or three times. I saw him, and immediately went into MomMode… found a service person in the aisle next to him and brought him over… and she asked him where he last saw his mother… and he pointed to her. In the aisle next to where we were. He wasn’t lost the little bastard. The K-Mart chick was relieved when he started laughing too-hard, but I was PISSED. If it were my kid playing that game, he’d be one sorry little boy. And as we headed off to get shampoo, we heard him start his little game all over again… I won’t tell you how angry that made me. MOSTLY at his assinine, ineffective, irresponsible mother.
DuDe, Where’s my Kitchen? Or my whole house, for that matter. I found places for stuff when we moved here, but it’s… NOT RIGHT. And it’s caught up with me. So I didn’t get my projects done yesterday. Instead I ended up going off the deep end and having a snit about the organizational catastrophe my house is. ((Which seemed a bit extreme until this morning when Aunt Flo knocked on the door, and now all is explained.)) Anyhow, I started rearranging. You know how it is… and the place needed a SERIOUS clean-up and vaccuum, so we did that, and we ran errands… maybe today. If I don’t rearrange s’more.
Black Robe. We picked Brian up at work yesterday. They’d locked the gates… but it’s really stOOpid, because you can drive right in the gated area from the front, so that’s what I did – FAST – right in front of the boss. Who’s not the nicest person on earth, anyhow. ((I was annoyed at driving down the cul-de-sac and having to look like an idiot when the gates were locked. Yes, I’m an emo blonde chick.)) Anyhow, the boss came in, saw my kids gaping at all of the BIG BIG machines, and he got two company t-shirts (small) for them. They have been wearing them as ‘nighties’ ever since. They match Brian. We have the Order of the Black Robes (aka T-Shirts) going on over here…
In Closing… Well. Brian’s out of the shower, which means it’s time to eat, dress kids, do make-up, and get ready for church. Like that. So…. we shall see you later!
Comments (4)
Our little boy (now a not-so-little 17 year old) used to sleep in his dad’s olive green Army t-shirts. Also, I’m with you on seriously punishing that little kid who thought it was funny to pretend he was lost when his mom was right there. What was she doing while this was going on anyway? Obviously not paying attention to her brat.
Hey, thanks for the comment. Love the blog!
You are soooo right! I have thought Weiss to be the much better choice ever since I got hooked on Alias a couple of years ago. Much better than Agent “do you think Botox would help the wrinkles in my forehead” Vaughn . . .
Omigosh, am I ever GLAD to hear that the forehead wrinkles are distracting to other people, too. I just… stare at them. They’re not right. I haven’t said anything, because I’m weird and I figured it was just an Anna-is-Weird thing, but Vaughn has some FREAKY forehead wrinkles. I wonder what kind of ink blot they’d make…. LOLOLOL!!!!!