OH, HAI! I’m still alive. Cindy-Lu hasn’t eaten my eyeballs or anything. This writing business is, like, soooo totally hard and stuff, so I thought I’d jump back in with bullets. Because sometimes I just don’t have the brain cells to form real paragraphs.
- Today is THE BIG DAY. Leslie is having her baby today. I can’t wait to see pictures of Lucy. I. CAN’T. WAIT.
- My baby boy is eight years old now. EIGHT YEARS OLD. Someone hold me.
- To celebrate his birthday we went to Medieval Times and the Dupage Children’s Museum. We had fun. Pictures will be added to flickr as soon as I get Photoshop off of my old laptop and on to my new one. Is that even possible? I hope so.
- Last night, while eating dinner, Cindy-Lu turned to me and said “Mom? Can I say Jesus cries?” “Jesus cries?” I repeated back to her. And then it hit me. Jesus CHRIST. “Er, no. Maybe you should just stick to singing Jesus Loves Me in that sweet little voice of yours and I’ll be the one banging things around and muttering Jesus Christ, mkay?”
- Bullet point posts would not be complete without a couple of bullets dedicated to rants. Let the ranting commence. (Also, each bullet point post should contain SOMETHING about Wal-Mart. Its like a law or something.)
- Last night I walked in the doors to Wal-Mart and went to grab a cart. Our Wal-Mart just recently replaced about half of their carts FINALLY BECAUSE I WAS REALLY SICK OF DRAGGING MY CART ALONG BEHIND ME WHILE IT TWISTED AND TURNED BECAUSE THE EFFING WHEELS WERE SO EFFED UP and so I always look for the carts with the gray sparkle paint instead of the older non-sparkle paint. I like to push my cart like a normal person, you know? I was walking up to pick out the perfect cart when an older gentleman was pulling a cart out for himself, an older one, and then noticed me. “Here! You take this one!” he said all friendly like. And then he took the new sparkly one that was behind the crap cart. I hate when people try to be nice to me. It just ruins my day.
- Lately Cleatus has been noticing DIRT in my house. And pointing it out to me. For example, the other night we were sitting on the couch together and he looked at the TV screen and stated that it was “covered in shit.” I replied that the Windex and paper towels were located in the kitchen. He just kind of laughed and changed the subject. Last night we were eating dinner and as he stood up from the table he was eye level with the light that hangs down above our dining room table. “This light needs dusted.” Again, I told him where the cleaning supplies were located and he just bust out laughing. Ha ha ho hee. Aren’t I funny? Expecting a man to clean something. I just kill me.
- I cried when I watched The Biggest Loser last night. I was SO HAPPY that Bernie won the money in the first round. Did anyone else think that the one pound difference between Mark and Bernie was rigged? Seriously? ONE POUND? I would punch myself in the face if I had the chance to win a hundred grand and I lost by ONE POUND. I didn’t really care who won the main prize, because I loved all three of the finalists. Roger was looking hot, wasn’t he?
Alright, I’m done. I’ll be sitting at my computer, staring at Leslie’s blog, and hitting refresh like a maniac until I see a picture of that baby.
