Friday Follow & F-Bomb Friday

Really, how adorable is this?!

I saw this button on Desert Rose Moments earlier this week and of course, had to check it out. It's Friday so click above, link up and find some new blogs.

Joy oh joy...it's Friday and so far I haven't broken a computer or three in two days! I'm feeling a bit smug about that. Donnie arrived home this morning (kudos to him for taking a redeye flight...I'm not so much a fan of those anymore...I like sleeping in my bed).




While Donnie was gone this week, I woke up one night startled by a noise. I lay still in bed trying to make sense of the odd knocking...almost Morse code or what I imagine Morse code would sound like from the old movies or Gilligan's Island when it hits me. It's a mouse in our bedroom wall! Okay, we live in an old house (not Civil War-old but it could receive social security checks at this point) so it's not surprising that we have the occasional mouse (note the use of the singular form of the word).


I've learned I really don't do well when I know there is a little thing with a tail in my house (now that I think of it even my dog doesn't have a tail). Years ago right after college I slept on the floor in my friend's house after seeing a mouse on the floor in the same room. It didn't bother me and I didn't mention anything because I didn't want to offend him. In my mom's house there was a mouse scurrying across the floor when construction was going on (she truly becomes weak at the sight of a mouse so I come by my squeamishness honestly) and I tried to get it. I've learned that it's a different ballgame altogether when the little fuckah is in my house. I want him (again, let's think singular) out. NOW.


Our weekend calendar is completely blank, which puts a smile on my face. Well, Bug does need a haircut but with nothing else going on I think we can squeeze that in. I'm thinking the weekend will consist of some playtime, naptime, reading, a little football, possibly a movie (rental, of course, we're trying to avoid more babysitting expenses this month) and a call to the exterminator.


Go visit MiMi at Living in France for more F-Bomb Friday talk.

Dear Someone

Dear Cold,

Oh, if only I could run as fast as my nose these days. You win. I surrender. I've taken plenty of cold tablets and ibuprofen but now I'm giving up. Yep, that's me waving the white tissue flag. How about we don't do this again for a long time, okay?

Signed,
Sneezy, Dopey & Doc

Dear Computers,

You got me good yesterday and it wasn't even April Fool's Day. First I arrived at work to find out my computer had a virus (why should I be the only one not operating at peak, right?). I'm always a bit hesitant, even shy, when I report problems to our IT department because somehow I think I caused the problem and should know how to fix it instead of bringing in the big guns. Oh well. I received a computer (none of my files but could work via email) but that quit on me so my replacement computer was replaced with a laptop that also shut down. THREE of you died on me yesterday..ain't technology grand? Had it not been the end of the work day I wouldn't have been surprised for the IT dept to bring me a typewriter.

Signed,
Bashful & Grumpy

Dear Bug,

The middle of the night is for sleeping.

Not for eating cookies.
Not for playing outside.
Not for watching TV.
Not for going to the store to find a mirror with purple stripes (but nice try on that one).

Signed,
Sleepy

Dear Donnie,

I'm very excited that you'll be home tomorrow. Safe travels!

Love,
Happy

Visit Amanda at Family of Shorts for more Dear Someone letters.

Random Tuesday Thoughts

Facebook: I found a high school friend/gymnastics team buddy over the weekend. She's remarried so I didn't recognize her name when I first saw her listed. She moved back to my hometown. Anyway, I mentioned that I would probably be back in South Dakota next month and we talked about getting together. She gave me her phone number...it's the phone number from my childhood...as in...she has my parents' old phone number. Weird and kind of nice.

Sprout: We're fairly new Sprout viewers. Bug loves that station and has started asking for The Wiggles (shudder). Truth be told...I think Nina of The Good Night Show has the best job in the world with the possible exception of former athletes who get paid to talk about sports. She hosts a show while wearing comfy clothes, her sidekick is a pillow and she sits on a couch for nearly the whole show. Although I like to pretend when they break for one of the gazillion child-friendly "gotta have it" so beg your parents for it now commercials, that she drops the F-bomb about 47 times and downs a couple of shots before they return to the program.

Allergy Stuff: Bug and I made egg-free/peanut-free chocolate chip cookies yesterday from a mix. I was thrilled to find a mix in the store that I could make for Bug. I've got a pretty good egg-free cookbook for him and have made a few things but the thought of a boxed mix was kind of exciting to me. (I realize how pathetic that sounds but it's true.)

On the plus side, the cookies were really good and for the first time in my life I had to shoo Bug away from the hot cookies that just came out of the oven. That alone was a fun experience the first 17 times.

Go to The Unmom for more.

I think I'm gonna dream about you tonight

Donnie left for a work trip on Friday morning so Bug and I have had a lot of together time this weekend. We've had our moments but all in all it's been good. He wasn't feeling well Friday night so we had snuggle time. During the weekend we listened to some Springsteen (his request, I swear). He helped me give Clara a bath by singing to her to calm her down. We watched some football. And yesterday he was my sous-chef while I made dinner for our company. Of course, as I'm typing this he's upstairs screaming because time out for biting me (again, still, whatever) and naptime came too close to one another.


Last night as I was tucking Bug in, he said, "I think I'm gonna dream about you tonight." Sigh...

So tomorrow the real world returns and it's back to work for me and back to preschool for the little guy. Right now a lot of work things seem to be hitting at once. Part of me is ready to be at the office and deal with stuff but at the same time I know that putting on work clothes, getting Bug dressed by 8am and dropping him at daycare will make me sad.

fits to a tee

hugs & chocolate...in your my face

Our babysitter is on vacation for two-plus weeks so things are a little all over the place at our house right now. I stayed home yesterday. Bug cried and screamed and cried some more when I dropped him off at preschool (he later told me he didn't think I was coming back).


Today at drop off he told me I gave him one too many hugs and asked me to wipe one off and gave me a serving of Mommy B Gone. Sigh...


On my way to work I decided it was a perfect day for hot chocolate. I stopped at a lovely little coffee place around the corner from my office. It's not a big chain and their hot chocolate is capital T--Terrific. I placed my order and the woman behind the counter asked if I wanted whipped cream. "Yes," I said. Then the conversation went like this:


Coffee Lady: You like whipped cream?
Me: Yes, of course.
CL: You like ice cream?
Me: Sure.
CL: You like all sweets?
Me: Yep.
CL: You're not so fat.


(Sigh...correction heavy sigh...)

Sesame Street GANG

Last night I had a dream that I was volunteering at a big gala for our adoption agency (not a wild imagination…our volunteer kick-off meeting is tomorrow night).

The big difference—in my dream the gala was being held at a prison. I was doing some preliminary set up for the event and passing various inmates in the hall. Then I recognized one of the prisoners. There was Mr. Noodle--you know, the guy from Elmo’s World--he put his hand out as though to greet me. Instead, he grabbed my arm HARD and said, “I can kill you any time I want."

Word on the street: FEAR

Number of the day: 20 (to life with no chance of parole)