Last night I sat down to my laptop and I was assaulted by an article on Yahoo that the recession has spilt it's way into the Girl Scouts.
I ask you. Is nothing sacred?
Apparently not.
According to the article, in order to cut costs, the Girl Scout councils are cutting back on the cookie selection. As I read this, my self serving psyche was thinking, "If they phased out the Samoas I'm going to stab someone." Thankfully, this did not happen and for those of you that can eat an entire box of Thin Mints by yourself, you know who you are, those are safe as well.
Let's get something straight. I was NEVER a girl scout. In the second grade when all the other little girls I went to elementary school with were giddy over joining, I was dreaming about my very first dance costume.
It was emerald green satin, with silver sequins AND fringe. Frankly, the girl scout uniform just couldn't compete. I don't care how many badges you slapped on that thing it still wasn't sparkly.
Although my love of the girl scouts extends only as far as the cookies. I was somewhat indignant that such an American institution could be facing cut-backs.
Cut-backs are for car manufacturers and companies that make injection mold plastics. Cut-backs should not be for 8 year old girls trying to make enough money to go to this year's Jamboree.
So for the love of all things in pigtails, help those girls out and shove a cookie in your mouth!
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Cloudy with a chance of...you're just makin' it up. Admit it.
Did you ever just have one of those moments when you knew that getting up off of the couch was way too much effort?
Yeah, that would be me. Right this minute.
Currently, I'm sitting on the couch with the box of chocolates my brother and SIL gave us as part of our Christmas basket, wondering if I could, in good conscience, eat the whole top layer whilst I wished that the cat or the dog was smart enough to bring me the Wii controller so I can find something to watch on Netflix.
Yeah, tough. I know.
I am officially over winter. The idiot meteorologist is forecasting a crap load of snow for tomorrow night.
Of course he is. I have to work until 11pm. Jerk.
For two days in a row I have worn my 'functional' coat to work. It makes me look like a sage colored Pillsbury Dough Boy Girl.
Not so hot when you're only 5 feet tall. And this thing is never going to wear out. I got it from LL Bean in 1993 and the freaking thing still looks brand new.
Bastards and their good quality.
But let's go back to the weather man for a minute. That moron has forecasted 3-6", 6-10", 10-15" of snow and perhaps a wintery mix which would include ice.
All that means is we'll have a hurricane and it'll be raining pancakes with syrup on Friday.
I wish I could be as inaccurate at my job and still get paid. It would make things so much easier.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Picture Perfect Weekends
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Meow
I've been trying to post this for approximately 8 days, so I'm forgoing the picture I wanted to insert and throwing this up...
About two months ago The Boyfriend got it in his head that we were going to adopt one of the kittens that had appeared on the construction site he's currently working at.
I was pretty much indifferent to the idea because really, what's one more thing that sheds right?
Did I mention that the BF has never had a cat?
This should be fun.
As the weeks went by I was becoming a little excited about having a 'new baby' in the house but it was becoming increasingly more unlikely, as the days ticked by, that they would be able to catch the little bugger.
In my own words, "Just put an apprentice on it." And he did, two in fact. But, alas, that didn't work either.
Last week we pretty much resigned ourselves to the fact that it wasn't going to happen. Oh well, things happen for a reason.
So Sunday after we dropped the kids off at a school hockey game we decided to take a trip through the local animal rescue. I wasn't even sure it would be open on a Sunday, but, they were.
And there she was.
Huddled in her litter box.
Isn't there always one that sleeps in the litter box? They always make me smile.
She's a five month old kitten. Some kind of long haired tiger mix of something. I have no idea, but the BF just llluurrvveessss her.
After we brought her home I patiently explained to the BF that no place would be out of bounds for her. You can't confine a cat like you would a dog.
I pointed out that in another month or so she'd be able to jump to the top of the entertainment center, in 2-3 months she'd be able to jump onto the refrigerator.
From the floor.
He looked doubtful, remember...he's never owned a cat, until he came home from work the other day and found her on top of the entertainment center.
Meet Quint...
(insert pic) ***this is what I've been trying to do for 8 days but it's just not coming together***
She's shy but certainly not afraid of the dog. The evidence of this being her NOT hissing or flinching, when he jammed his nose in her face while she was sitting on the couch. She just rubbed her nose on his.
And then he licked her.
Aaaawwwweee. I know.
Instant friends. It's irrelevant that he can fit her whole body into his mouth, she thinks he's a doofus.
They've been terrorizing the house Cowboy and Indian style for the last week.
Having friends is good.
About two months ago The Boyfriend got it in his head that we were going to adopt one of the kittens that had appeared on the construction site he's currently working at.
I was pretty much indifferent to the idea because really, what's one more thing that sheds right?
Did I mention that the BF has never had a cat?
This should be fun.
As the weeks went by I was becoming a little excited about having a 'new baby' in the house but it was becoming increasingly more unlikely, as the days ticked by, that they would be able to catch the little bugger.
In my own words, "Just put an apprentice on it." And he did, two in fact. But, alas, that didn't work either.
Last week we pretty much resigned ourselves to the fact that it wasn't going to happen. Oh well, things happen for a reason.
So Sunday after we dropped the kids off at a school hockey game we decided to take a trip through the local animal rescue. I wasn't even sure it would be open on a Sunday, but, they were.
And there she was.
Huddled in her litter box.
Isn't there always one that sleeps in the litter box? They always make me smile.
She's a five month old kitten. Some kind of long haired tiger mix of something. I have no idea, but the BF just llluurrvveessss her.
After we brought her home I patiently explained to the BF that no place would be out of bounds for her. You can't confine a cat like you would a dog.
I pointed out that in another month or so she'd be able to jump to the top of the entertainment center, in 2-3 months she'd be able to jump onto the refrigerator.
From the floor.
He looked doubtful, remember...he's never owned a cat, until he came home from work the other day and found her on top of the entertainment center.
Meet Quint...
(insert pic) ***this is what I've been trying to do for 8 days but it's just not coming together***
She's shy but certainly not afraid of the dog. The evidence of this being her NOT hissing or flinching, when he jammed his nose in her face while she was sitting on the couch. She just rubbed her nose on his.
And then he licked her.
Aaaawwwweee. I know.
Instant friends. It's irrelevant that he can fit her whole body into his mouth, she thinks he's a doofus.
They've been terrorizing the house Cowboy and Indian style for the last week.
Having friends is good.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Snow Days!!
There will most likely be random Blogger updates throughout the day from my phone but I just wanted to tune in quick to tell everyone how much I love me a snow day.
Currently it's 8:48am...and we have a foot of snow and it's still comin' down.
Due to the impending storm, school was cancelled yesterday and the Kid is spending today with his dad.
I have vacuumed the house.
Emptied the dishwasher.
The Boyfriend, who NEVER stays home, is snow blowing the driveway. I *heart* him.
I have an awesome soup recipe I'm going to try later from Taste of Italia; my dad gave me a subscription for Christmas. (Cue Jen on the Edge, grammar girl, did I use the semi-colon correctly? I'm never sure.)
and I have the urge to bake something...I'll keep you posted.
If you're home today let me know what you're doing.
**Throws a snowball at you!**
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Yes, I DO have a sense of humor.
You know that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you realize that your kid(s) totally get you?
I had a moment just like that last night.
I should point out a few things before I tell you my story:
a) I have zero sense of humor. None. I don't get sit-coms and generic funniness is lost on me. I'm just not wired that way. It's a waste of time for me to even attempt to watch comedy movies because I look confused.
And that's because I am.
b) I specifically told The Kid that for Christmas I wanted something 'pretty'. Not expensive, not fancy, just pretty. In other words, "Think about it, BEFORE you buy it."
and
c) I am a gigantic nerd. In the literal sense. I have the diploma to prove it.
So, with all that being said, for Christmas The Kid got me a girlie t-shirt that says 'I *heart* Presents' on it and Season 1 of The Big Bang Theory. Alright, so not exactly 'pretty'.
Buuuttttt....
Last night after dinner we started watching The Big Bang Theory. Basically it's a sit-com about four nerdy guys and one super pretty girl, who lives across the hall from two of them and it's full of science humor.
O.M.G!!!!
I have never laughed so much in my life!
The BF was all: You get this? I don't think I've ever heard you laugh this much. Ever.
Me: Are you kidding? This is hilarious!
The Kid: I know it's not exactly pretty but I knew you'd like it. Only you would get a reference to Klingon Boggle and find it funny that the cereal is organized by fiber content.
After all these years there really is proof that my teenager is paying attention.
I *heart* him.
I had a moment just like that last night.
I should point out a few things before I tell you my story:
a) I have zero sense of humor. None. I don't get sit-coms and generic funniness is lost on me. I'm just not wired that way. It's a waste of time for me to even attempt to watch comedy movies because I look confused.
And that's because I am.
b) I specifically told The Kid that for Christmas I wanted something 'pretty'. Not expensive, not fancy, just pretty. In other words, "Think about it, BEFORE you buy it."
and
c) I am a gigantic nerd. In the literal sense. I have the diploma to prove it.
So, with all that being said, for Christmas The Kid got me a girlie t-shirt that says 'I *heart* Presents' on it and Season 1 of The Big Bang Theory. Alright, so not exactly 'pretty'.
Buuuttttt....
Last night after dinner we started watching The Big Bang Theory. Basically it's a sit-com about four nerdy guys and one super pretty girl, who lives across the hall from two of them and it's full of science humor.
O.M.G!!!!
I have never laughed so much in my life!
The BF was all: You get this? I don't think I've ever heard you laugh this much. Ever.
Me: Are you kidding? This is hilarious!
The Kid: I know it's not exactly pretty but I knew you'd like it. Only you would get a reference to Klingon Boggle and find it funny that the cereal is organized by fiber content.
After all these years there really is proof that my teenager is paying attention.
I *heart* him.
Monday, January 3, 2011
New Year - New Look
So 2010 has come and gone. We had some ups and some downs but all in all it turned out pretty well.
I'm sure you've noticed my new look. Frankly, I was getting bored with the old colors, so if I'm bored, you must be scratching your eyes out.
Dana from Life is Good sent me an email the other day telling me she couldn't comment on my blog. I've tried everything I can think of to fix this, including the new layout, so if anyone else is having a problem let me know.
Today was the first day back to school after winter break and you would've thought I was trying to awaken a hibernating bear.
Leaving the house this morning...
The Kid: WHY did you call me on my phone at 6:02 am? My alarm just went off.
Me: I was too lazy to get up out of bed and shake you.
The Kid: I was getting up. Sort of. Mostly. Alright maybe not.
Me: Yeah...but you were cutting into MY shower time.
We're all about cheery mornings at our house.
Not.
I'm sure you've noticed my new look. Frankly, I was getting bored with the old colors, so if I'm bored, you must be scratching your eyes out.
Dana from Life is Good sent me an email the other day telling me she couldn't comment on my blog. I've tried everything I can think of to fix this, including the new layout, so if anyone else is having a problem let me know.
Today was the first day back to school after winter break and you would've thought I was trying to awaken a hibernating bear.
Leaving the house this morning...
The Kid: WHY did you call me on my phone at 6:02 am? My alarm just went off.
Me: I was too lazy to get up out of bed and shake you.
The Kid: I was getting up. Sort of. Mostly. Alright maybe not.
Me: Yeah...but you were cutting into MY shower time.
We're all about cheery mornings at our house.
Not.
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