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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Why I love my plant

Jack went out of town today for work and I've already heard "I want daddy" more times than I can count. So I decided to be happy for the little things. Things such as making my plant come back to life.

Here it is at 8am before I watered it:

Here it is at 12pm:

The only thing I can kill and bring back to life. And here's Molly the cat, wondering what the hell I am doing.

Thursday, September 25, 2008


Why do women wear so much perfume it feels like you're choking on it as you walk through the hallway?

I work in a huge office building which houses many different companies. When I walked out of my office and down the hall, it smelled like my grandma's house used to smell. I could taste it, it was so freaking overpowering.

Obviously the person wearing all that perfume goodness doesn't work for the same company I do. If she does, she ignored the email we received yesterday titled "Fragrances".

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Unspectacular Things About Me

I got this from Larissa's blog and since I'm bored at work, here we are.

The rules:

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. List 6 unspectacular quirks you have.
4. Tag 6 bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each person’s blog to let them know they’ve been tagged.

1. After I vacuum, I don't like rolling up the cord. I just leave the vacuum there until my husband sees it and does it. I think it's just an unspoken understanding. I don't ask him to do it and he doesn't ask me WTF.

2. When I take off my shoes, I put them next to the shoe closet, not in it.

3. I won't (ever) drink out of the same cup as my kids. I'll give them my drink, but I won't share. I usually don't share w/ my husband either, but I'm getting better about that.

4. I always hold the remote when we're watching DVR b/c he always goes too far.

5. When I'm reading, I never stop reading in the middle of a page. Ever.

6. I only have crushed ice when I'm drinking Crystal Light.

Listed all together, these unspectacular things make me look a bit strange. And that's not a question.

Things you see in Boise #1

All the strange things I see while driving that make me think "Only in effing Boise" have made me want so share. Now that my Blackberry actually has a camera (w00t!), I can take pictures while driving. Yes, I know it's not the safest thing to do, but I live in Boise, remember?

This one is by far the smallest one I've seen on the road. Just wait until I show you one taking up two lanes on a two lane road. I know you can't wait.

I'm almost 30

Or so my sister says.

I've never heard myself described as almost 30 before. Even though I'm 27, it still feels like 30 is a long way off. Which is weird, b/c I feel so much older than 30.

The weekend was great. There was a football game (which I usually don't like), Nordstrom Rack, IKEA, and two birthday parties.

Oh and we want to move to Vancouver, WA.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Living in Boise: Trash Day

I think the thing that surprised me the most when we moved here was how the garbage wo/men will take anything. And when I say anything, I mean anything. Do you have a recliner that isn't worth putting on craigslist? No worries. Just set it on the sidewalk beside your garbage can on Tuesday. Do you have a box that your 60" TV came in? No worries. Just set it out w/ your garbage. Though I've never actually seen anyone leave an old toilet or refrigerator out, I'm sure they'd take that too.

So even though the commute to work sucks, at least the garbage wo/men make my life easier.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008


Only my sister could get me to drive seven hours with a 7 y/o, a 6 y/o, and this man.

I’ve put the drive time out of my mind. I get to see my sister (and nephews) tomorrow night! w00t!

I tried to add a picture, but it didn't fucking work. It might just be b/c I'm at work. If I remember, I'll try to add it from home.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Jack Bauer watching football

When Jack Bauer watches football while drinking beer, he thinks it's funny to slap himself in the chest to see the hand marks. He also fluffs his chest hair so it looks better in the picture.

He also tries to talk me into slapping him on the back and when I don't agree, he tries to swing his arm around to slap himself. I think he dislocated his shoulder.

He wants to make sure I let everyone know that the cause of this is football.

Have I ever mentioned that I hate football?

ETA: This is NOT a porn blog!

It's not because I'm blonde. Srsly.

The weekend before last, I did a complete overhaul of Cheeks' room. My parents had taken both kids camping, so I decided it was the perfect time to get rid of things she'll never know are missing. It was splendid. Until I hurt my mother-f-ing back. When I first started feeling pain, I attributed it to PMS. I generally get backaches w/ my period, so I just took a couple Midol and moved a six drawer dresser and carried the vacuum up the stairs (among other things). It was only when I woke last Monday that I realized that it's not PMS related and I'm fucked. I could not sit down, I couldn't walk, I couldn't do anything. So what did I do? I drove to work. Maybe that part was a little blondish.

After visiting the Chiropractor on Monday and again on Tuesday, I realized I couldn't take it anymore. My doctor couldn't see me that late on Tuesday, so I went to one of those Urgent Care clinics. They're everywhere here in the Boise area. All I wanted was some pain meds. That's it. Since I was planning on seeing my own doctor, I didn't really care about anything else. All I knew was that I had been in pain for more than 48 hours straight. I would cry when I had to get up from the couch (or the floor). I couldn't even empty the effing dishwasher (which is wonderful, but not). The doctor gave me muscle relaxers and let me tell you...they relaxed me. Oh did they relax me.

So on Wednesday, Jack and I had an appointment, which we had to leave early b/c I could barely keep my eyes open. I also wasn't very coherent. This is what I asked Jack on the way home:

"Do you think I feel tired b/c the muscle relaxers are relaxing my eyelids?"

And that I can blame on the muscle relaxers, not my blondness.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Do you swear to tell the truth

the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

Waaaay back in March I was a witness to a horrific car accident. I wasn't surprised that the drivers involved were men. Whoever says that women are worse drivers than men don't know what they're talking about. Anyway, I was behind the truck that eventually rolled over three or four times, ejecting the driver. Both drivers involved were charged with reckless driving. Lucky for me, I am the only witness and have been subpoenaed to testify.

Ever since I received the subponea, I've had nightmares of something like Law & Order meets Eli Stone.

Oh and when the accident happened, the guy that was ejected asked someone to call his wife. So I called her using my cell phone. The wife has since given my number to about 142 lawyers and insurance companies. I finally had to let Jack handle it b/c I'm so nice that I would talk to anyone. He just told them to read my witness statement. I guess I haven't watched enough Law & Order.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Not mad enough

I was so freaking mad when I left work today that I thought about going on a run when I got home.

I thought about it for 2 minutes.

I think I'll have a beer instead.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Boise Drivers

Before moving to Boise, I didn't consider myself as a person who would be prone to road rage. That was before I moved to the land of people-that-don't-know-how-to-fucking-drive.

I work in downtown Boise, which is about a 30 minute commute. I've learned to just accept how idiotic these drivers are, but there are days like today when I wish I could just give another car a friendly nudge w/ my car.

First of all, these mofos drive in the fast lane while going over the speed limit. And they don't get out of the way. Anywhere in California if someone comes up behind you in the fast lane and you don't get the hell out of the way, lights are flashing and there's a little horn blowing. At the beginning, I flashed my lights, but then I got sick of getting flipped off. So I usually just go around them. There are the a-holes that speed up, which really pisses me off.

I've recently noticed a new driving trend. Pulling out in front of me. I generally don't care if someone pulls out in front of me as long as they accelerate quickly enough so I don't have to slam on my brakes or rear end them. These drivers have a lot of faith b/c they pull out no matter what.

I'm disappointed to say that I think Jack is going to turn into a Boise driver. I haven't decided what I should do about that.