<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d8550954\x26blogName\x3dAdventures+in+Heroing\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLACK\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttp://heroswelcome.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://heroswelcome.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d-4696448520857565605', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Draining day....

I feel like Ethan Hawke right now.

Mentally, I feel like I've been run over by Tall Boy in the tractor with the trailer attached. I'm still so wound up that even though I feel exhausted, I don't think I'd be able to sleep anyway. So instead, I'm halfway though a 4 count box of original Dove ice cream bars and LOVING IT! I'll be going back to the cult soon as well as Curves so I need to get in as much ice cream now as I can.

Songbird is having issues with the walking dick and it may get really, really ugly in the next couple of days and I'm worried about her.

Bam Bam had a visit with Nana, his babysitter before I got fired, and although she tried to convince me that he was not the demon from hell that he became when I walked in the door, I don't buy it. I was embarrassed, horrified and wanting to exorcise him right there in the middle of her living room. I'm sure she thinks I'm a complete idiot and that it's amazing the we're both surviving on a daily basis or worse, that he'll be a delinquent by the time he turns six.

Bam Bam didn't make it to the bathroom in time today and peed on the floor.

I think Bam Bam and the Bomb have a pact to see who can get me to scream at the top of my lungs first. I don't know who's winning but it certainly isn't me.

Tall Boy is on overload with the trash collector. He, the TC, hasn't shown up in about three weeks and I think there may be a shotgun involved if his ass doesn't come by here tomorrow and get the stuff.

The roof is still leaking.

Josey has an upset stomach.

I really need Puerto Vallarta to get here, like, NOW.

Can you believe how hot Jamie O'Neil is? Wow. Of course, I picked that video but I'm not feeling like anybodys hero today.

Man, where's that next Dove bar.....

2 Rescued:

At 8:56 AM, Blogger MommaRia said...

I hate to laugh at your pain, but LOL. I'm sorry it sucked, but sure it is better now. AS for BamBam, they are ALL going through this right now. My Monkey Boy actually has thrown the H bomb (I HATE you) and then followed that with "you SHUT UP". ohh...I so don't think so, not in my house buster!

The thing about the classic meltdown in front of mom not for the sitter is "Mommy, I know you love me no matter what stupid crap I pull, so I am comfortable with you enough to be a total freakchild in your presence, especially in front of other people so you will wonder how to handle me and I can figure out what you are willing to accept as public display of early childhood". Basically, I want to know how far I can push you. What are my limits before YOU blow.

MB knows if I count to 5 his butt is mine (or the video he wants, the trip to the store, the game he wanted to play....you get the point). He then tells me "Mommy it not good when you count". and I reply...then do what I ask when I ask and don't make me count!

BamBam loves you and wants to know your and his limits. It's nice that our kids feel this comfortable with us isnt' it. (sigh*).

 
At 11:07 AM, Blogger Nessa said...

Oooh... Dove bars. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ...

DAMN, why cant I drive a car now! See what I get for being a fat girl with cravings? Eat one for me baby! LOL

 

Post a Comment

<< Home



Image hosted by Photobucket.com