My mind is blank, but I ramble anyway
I had a really great post in mind, but my mind just went completely blank. It does that a lot lately. If I were to go wake up Erik, he could probably recite some ad about memory enhancing drugs to help me. He loves reciting ads. I am not a fan. He’ll sit there and just keep saying “Big beef burrito at Taco Bell!” twenty times in a row, until you want to take a big beef burrito and shove it in your ears (or down his throat, but he’s my bay-bay and I don’t like to write such threatening things about him when I’m in a good mood).
Did I ever tell you about the time I bought some humorous t-shirts for him, but then couldn’t stand to have him wear them. One said Patience Tester. I can’t remember what the other two said, but the moment I had one of them on him I felt so guilty that I had to give them away on freecycle immediately. Or maybe I returned them. Point being, I’m particular about how I portray him to the general population. It’s only my lovely blog readers that get to hear the real story.
Does anyone find it tacky or strange when people refer to their own children as brats? I will sometimes say mine are being bratty, but for some reason it sets my teeth on edge when people use “brats” as their standard noun for their own children. I know I’m crazy. I know lots of people do it. I just can’t bring myself to say it. I can call my children other names, but brat just implies something I’m not comfortable with.
Anyway, we had a really good day today. We had a MOMS Club meeting and I was a little nervous because I thought our agenda was fairly light, but it turned out that our one item was something people had strong opinions on and our meeting went on at great length while we discussed the heck out of the issue before our vote. I was happy to see a discussion happening.
We were supposed to go swimming at our friend’s pool, but it was rainy and cool, so we called that off and had an impromptu playdate at my house. My house was a total pit, but my friend didn’t seem to care. I really, really, really like this friend and we always have such a good time when we are together. I believe she really doesn’t care if my house is a pit or not, as long as there is not disgusting things happening in the kitchen or bathroom.
She has a four week old, so our boys went to the basement and gorged on video games while we sat and chatted with our baby girls. And we sat and sat and sat and suddenly we realized we had been chatting over four hours and we needed to start cooking dinner. I love friends like that.
My mom wants us to move closer to Oregon so bad, but I am settled in. We’ve been here six years. We have good friends. I don’t want to move unless Mike has some sort of super amazing opportunity that would improve our lives in a dramatic way. And honestly? That would take some serious doing. We have a pretty sweet life right now *knock on wood*. I mean, yes, of course I would love a bigger house and a smaller body. Of course I would love for Mike to be less stressed at work. And I would really, really like to get more sleep. But all in all we are in a good place right now.
To completely change the subject, I hate the theme on my wordpress blog. I have a beautiful theme on my old blog that quit working (HERE. It doesn’t work the last few days of the month) and I want that theme again. I decided I have enough technical know-how to make it work since I obviously made it work before, but no. I don’t. I can not figure it out at all. My old blog was queenoframbles.com/blog. My new one is blog2.queenoframbles.com. I knew exactly where to put things to make it work for the blog. I have no idea where to put things for blog2. I can’t find the directory when I look at the ftp. It is so irritating. I feel like my brains are slipping away and I’m just becoming a stupid old person. I need to take up crosswords so I don’t completely lose my mind. I asked Mike to please make sure he finds me a nice facility when he sends me to the home. I think I’m headed there soon.
Holy crap.
Did you know it is almost midnight? What am I doing up so late? To bed, to bed! I’m meeeeeelting!
Antropologa said,
August 4, 2011 @ 12:24 am
I am so jealous of you and your friends! I used to have a ton of friends. I know your “Be Vivacious” worked for you in the US, but I’m vivacious all the time and it does no good here in Sweden. SIGH.
I would never call my kid a brat. In my opinion, if children are brats, that is usually the fault of their parents. So I’d just be insulting myself. I will, however, freely complain my kid is being “irritating” which my husband thinks is too far.
These days I am way stupid and it’s so embarrassing. My husband is so competent and knowledgeable and I call everything “thingie.”
Jennifer said,
August 4, 2011 @ 7:34 am
I had a couple message shirts for Peter when he was a lot younger – one was a shirt with a name tag that said ‘hello, my name is trouble’ and there was another one, I think it said ‘i didn’t do it’ or something like that. Actually my husband bought them. I thought they were ok, but i didn’t put them on him very often. By and large i’m not a big fan of ‘message’ shirts either – I will advertise a place, if appropriate for a 6 year old – but dopey sayings? not so much. My kid is into geekier stuff than yours though I think – to some extent – my kid’s wardrobe is filled with train shirts, Phineas and Ferb shirts, Twins baseball shirts (he loves these), and Cars shirts. He has zero interest in Star Wars (disappointed!), Transformers, anything about military or fighting or any of that stuff. Basically my son is an engineer in training on so many levels (he sits around and draws vehicles, or maps, or buildings, or talks about how stuff is built or how he is going to build X or Y or Z someday) – my husband is a design engineer and my dad is a civil engineer so its no shock. He’s very reality based – hence why stuff like transformers or harry potter do not interest him.
Oh I had a point! lol My husbands family is more into those dopey message shirts – especially the sister with the 5 kids. My son got for his first birthday a shirt that said ‘its all about me’ – i had him wear it once when we were at their house. She gave me a bunch of stuff when he was born and a lot of it went to good will.