January 2012
Bubbles?
So I popped a bottle of champagne and we just suffered through the Gaga, and no way I can drink more than this half glass. Will the vacuum cork thing keep the bubbles in until tomorrow breakfast mimosas?
December 2011
Some things
It has not been a good night. Chris and I fought hard about dealing with Tyler’s lack of get-up-and-go anywhere or do anything.
This week last year I was purchasing productivity apps every five minutes.
I’ve only used two of them with any regularity, but I hope I remember to claim them on my taxes.
I’m tense. Very tense.
I found out last night that the grant proposal I...
I meant that last reblog to be encouraging, not...
I realize that I failed in that regard.
::shoves soapbox under desk::
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“The FDA recently revealed that factory animal farms now burn through fully 80...”
– Horrifying story from Mother Jones detailing The FDA’s Christmas Present for Factory Farms. In a nutshell, the FDA has decided not to pursue its decades-long quest to limit the routine use of antibiotics on animal farms, ruling instead that now it will support voluntary reform.
Now, it should be...
I love you, Advil gelcaps.
There's a red hot golf ball in the side of my...
I don’t have time for this shit again.
Sore throat? Hurts to swallow? Really, day after...
How am I not hung over?
There are four empty wine bottles and an empty Prosecco bottle on the counter, and there were only four people drinking.
It’s a Christmas miracle!
She's been playing the kinect for 2.5 hours...
Elevated heart rate? Check.
Sweating so hard she changed into shorts and a tank top? Check.
Three tall glasses of water already? Check.
Legs so tired she keeps kneeling and the game tells her she might need to rest for a bit?Check.
Glad we changed our minds again and let Santa bring it? Check.
Holy Mary, mother of I don't think I'm making it...
So much tummy pain. So very much Merry effing Christmas Eve tummy pain.
Fuuuuuu
the teenager has it too. Where’s my Purell suit?
Aaand the puking continues
I started a pot of chicken stock with a carcass I had in the freezer. Will make them broth and rice a little later. Merry Christmas Eve morning. RALPH.
6:50 am
Finally fell asleep around 1:30, woke to Lila tapping my leg at 2:30, saying she’d just puked all over her bed and floor. Chris thankfully did cleanup duty and she climbed in bed with me. Has woken to puke and also the other end every half hour since. Chris’ stomach is gurgling. Guess we’re not going to the Christmas Eve feast at his brother’s. I can’t feel my face.
Midnight
I’ve been in bed for two hours. Why can’t I fall asleep when my face is falling-off-tired?
PEWP.
It's moments like the one I just posted
when I realize I shouldn’t give him so much shit for being a colossal hoarder. At least *most* of the shit is in the garage.
The Ancient Classical Christmas station on Pandora...
NINE
That is the number of opened jelly jars in my refrigerator, which explains why I can’t fit any actual FOOD in it. And on top of the fridge? Six bags of corn chips rolled up, each with a half a handful left in the bottom. What exactly are we saving these chips for? And why aren’t we eating them before we open another bag?
These people, I swear.
Is it weird?
That I hope my mom lives long enough that she, my siblings, and I will all be able to fly to a sunny and warm destination with cabana boys and fruity beverages for Christmas. Our kids will be grown. Our spouses won’t mind a holiday apart. The core family unit will be together, just the four Of us, celebrating the splintered pieces thar make up our solid foundation.
Another year I’d...
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Glögg
My Swedish grandfather made many kettles of this spiced firewater every Christmas. One year he threw the soaked fruit out in the trash, but the lid wasn’t on tight, and his two hunting dogs, Ike and Scout, ate it all then passed out in the back yard. Another year my father drank too much of it, then left to deliver his gift bottles to all of his friends and crashed his car, breaking his back...
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Man Eats Cocaine From Brother's Butt, Dies -... →
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headline of the year.
Thanks for bringing this to my attention Beau.
Wait what
Something, something, gene pool.
Something, something, Darwin.
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That's the jingle bell... That's the jingle...
hauffle-deactivated20120418 asked: Okay. What's in the recovery smoothie? I must know.
Exhaling
Whew. Today was the final farmers market of 2011 - part two of our holiday market. I was up at 5:30 to get everything loaded, then at the site at 7:30 where I helped just about every vendor unload their products and displays into the venue so they could quickly move their vehicle out of the way. Talked to no less than 200 people, wrote out receipts for collected fees for 35, cashed in...
This is the company that owns the company I work... →