Annnnnnnnnnnnnd, we're back.

I thought I would have more time for things, but I don't. In short, I have come to the conclusion that I will not have enough time for all of my interests until at least one of the boys are in school(next year, w00t!). Once both are in school, I will celebrate by running around the house naked, eating peanut butter. Sure, some of you already do that, but I have a child with allergies, so I don't, anymore. I should probably just stick to the yummy soy butter though, b/c what if I get drunk(after noon, of course), & I think it's a good idea to run around, eating it & forget to clean it up? I can't very well drive Elon to the hospital if he has a reaction when he gets home, I might still be buzzed. (Please, don't think everything I say is true, like stated before, I talk to myself(not out loud), & these are the ideas I get & share). Anyways, viva la CHEESE!

Go away GLEE!

I was playing a type of scrabble today & went to look up a word. Guess what word Google asked me I meant? Gleevers? As in people who know the Glee Verses to Glee songs. I don't watch it, so I am out of the loop on this one, but I will be most annoyed if they ever get put on Broadway. Sure, go make a musical out of it, but don't it ruin the graceful stage of Broadway. That would be like Carrot Top performing at The Apollo. I am so mad about it, that's all I have to say.

A blessing in disguise

I usually know what I am going to title my blog before I start, but I wasn't sure where I was going with this topic, so I just thought I would start typing. My husband is now ordained to do weddings, funerals, last rites, etc. No, he is not eligible for tax exemption. Yes he can bless water for a vampire/werewolf attack. It all started with my new interest in becoming Pastafarian. (No spell checker, I did no mean Rastafarian). If you have no idea what I am talking about, go here (remember to came back & finish reading) http://www.venganza.org/ So, I love anything that promotes pirates or beer, but pirates & beer? Making my life choices seem 99% guilt free? SOLD. So, from this my husband wanted to know if the Certification of Ordination was real or not. Yes, we saw that you could get the certificate, but when I checked the site & read discussions, there was no real answer. We checked the internet & you can get ordained, for free. So, why not get for reals ordained? He can totally dress like a pirate & do kickass weddings now! About to die? Don't worry, he can give you last rites. I really just think that this adds to my horror survival plan, for that, I love him more.

I really should be supervised...

So, it's that time of the month. No, not that time of the month. My hair grows so fast that every 3-4 wks I have to think if I am going to cut it, color it, etc. I wanted a more predominant mohawk, so I decided that I would just section my hair off & cut the old color off. I texted my husband to let him know what I wanted to do, which he never minds. He likes the short punky look anyways. So, I thought that during the baby's nap, I would just jump into it. It had been a while since I cut my own hair, but thought that it would be like riding a bike. WRONG. As I was trying to section my hair, the baby woke up & didn't want to go back to bed, something to do with teething, apparently. Even though the part I did on the left side of my head seemed straight, it wasn't until I was done & parting the other side that I noticed it was narrower than I wanted. So, yes, it is a mohawk. No faux hawk here. I am hoping that after I dye it, it will look better than in it's current state. All I could do half way through this was laugh at how "Tank Girl" I looked. I really should be supervised while doing my hair.

Blogger's Block

I thought that when I started writing this blog that I would be able to write one blog a day during the week, & take the weekends off. That way, the weekend would give me something to write about during the week if nothing happened. Well, I would think about something to say, but not have time to get to the computer. Stupid me, I wouldn't take notes down on phone & forget what I wanted to say once I got to the computer.  Yesterday, I had a great thing I wanted to write about. I was certain that there was no way I would forget about it, it was that awesome. Guess what? I totally fucking forgot. As I write this, I am trying to think of the conversation I had with my husband to try to remember, ha! My computer just froze on me after I typed "ha!". This damn thing is against me, too. My dishwasher keeps breaking my damn glasses. The baby keeps head butting me, making me bite my lip/tongue. My husband blocks me as I try to tickle his sweet meats & hits my hand in a way that it hurts. The 3 yr old keeps elbowing my boob! What's next? Is Mr. Cris going to come over & try to get me to choke on water? He does that all the time. He is a damn ninja with that shit. He hasn't done it in a while. I will have to be on the look out for the next strike...

It's too quiet...

I took some hamburger out of the freezer & into the fridge to thaw at like 9am. At 3pm, I took it out, & it's still frozen. I asked my husband what he want to do for dinner since it didn't thaw & he decided to go pick something up. Not a big deal. Our 3 yr old wanted to go with, that's cool. That way I only have to deal with the baby. As the Elon is putting his shoes on to go, the baby sees this & starts throwing a fit. He even walks to the door. My husband asks if he wants to go to, which of course he replies yes. We try getting him to come back from the door so we can change his butt, but he refuses. After I physically take him from the door & give him to DH, I went to change my clothes. DH came & told me not to worry about it, that he would take them. I was shocked. Not, that I don't think he can handle it, it's just never been done before. Sure, I have taken them out together, or left them home with him, but him taking them out, me alone. What am I suppose to do with myself? Run around naked? That's not new, do it all the time, especially after bath night. So, instead of sitting around & talking to myself in my head, why not just write what I am thinking? I know! I can finish that song...

Stupid, face

A few days ago I noticed I have two wrinkles forming across my forehead. My husband is the one turning 30 in 10 days, where the fuck are his wrinkles? Wait, that's right, he's half Hmong. Damn asian gene is going to have him looking  younger than me soon. Bastard is 3 yrs older than me, too. Apparently, while he was showing a video of our son to his teacher Monday night, she saw me in it & said I looked young. Good thing he didn't have the HD zoomed in on my face. I dye my hair. No secret. I love to punk it up, so why can't I start graying? Nope, let's just put aging out there in a form I can't cover up.