Tuesday, March 28, 2006


Tomorrow is D - Day

I have a Dentist appointment tomorrow.

hee hee whooo hee hee whooo,

Doing good so far. Its just a filling, how bad can it be?

Don't answer that.

Its not going to hurt, people get fillings all the time.

I will be fine I will be fine I will be fine.

Did I mention I'm going all by myself??

WHoo WHoo WHooo Whoo hee hee hee hee hee hee Whoo whoo whoo

I think I need to lie down....

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

The New Couch.

So we got a new couch this weekend.
A super duper comfy black leather reclining couch.

Aaaaahh, sweet sweet couch.

It comes apart, they say, in three peices so you can move it in with ease.

But it doesn't come that way.

First you would have to get it out of the elaborate cloth, cardboard, wood, plastic labarynth of packaging.

Then you would have to figure out how exactly it comes apart, which would undoubtably
require you to turn it upside down, outside, out of its packaging.

Then once you had it inside you would have to put it back together again.

Forget that! We say!

We are strong..... it's a couch...... how heavy can it be?

Heavier than our hide-a-bed couch!

I have pulled the muscles in my arm so it hurts to press down with my middle and ring fingers.
Al almost broke his knee slipping on the ice and having one leg slide under the house at an angle reserved for pipe cleaners, while holding the heavy heavy couch.

I love the couch.

If we ever move we are taking it apart "for ease of transport"!!!!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006


So my husband bought a scale.

The kind that you stand on and it flashes this number at you and you think "holy man do I need to lose weight".

I have never personally owned a scale before.
I have never wanted to own a scale.
I was, in fact, dead set against a scale being in our house for the longest time.

When I started at the gym they weighed me, and I told them I didn't want to see what I weighed. I didn't care, I didn't want to know.

Now I know.

Now I have a scale, in my bathroom.

A scale that will track your weight loss/gain, if you program your original weight into the scale.

I am now, obsessed with the scale.

I weigh myself everytime I pass it. I am getting a close to accurate reading of how much each article of clothing I own weighs by removing a piece every time I weigh myself... "how much do I weigh in just socks?"

I am working my way up to actually saving my weight in it (its okay now that I know, but what if my husband saw?)

I like the scale though. It told me I lost 8 pounds.


The scale is my new best friend!

Thursday, March 09, 2006


A weekend around the little man got me thinking.

He can speak, and he does speak, but he mainly uses two sentences.
I think I am going to start reverting to two main sentences.
His two main sentences to be exact!




I mean really, what more do you need to say!

"Can you do this tedious job?" NO WAY? aaaahh. That's better.

How good would you feel? Just looking up at someone and saying NO WAY!
People would just stare, and then do the crappy work for you, they would be too stunned! and then you could say "That's better!"

All good.

Thanks Little Man...

That's better!