Do Not Call

Remember this? Yeah. Me too. So I'm always curious who is calling because we just don't get that many calls any more. Love that do-not-call list. Anyway, curiosity got the best of me and I picked up the phone. And there, on the other side of the line, my "unknown caller" was a recording offering me a free DVR and installation in up to four rooms of my house! Except, that, again I ALREADY PAY THEM FOR THAT. So I pressed 1 and waited to find out why they were calling me and if I could please get off that list. And then I was connected to a very nice lady in India who, when she discovered that I probably wanted something she couldn't give me, promptly HUNG UP ON ME.

I'm pretty sure my contract runs out this summer.

Any bidders for the next one?

p.s. One more call and I'm naming names.

Frosty

This is Frosty. He wanted to pose with Hunter, but Hunter just wanted to get back to his game.


River thought Frosty was kind of cool. Kind of, except when he stole his chair.

Frosty thought Dad's broken ankle was a bummer and tried to cheer him up.

Frosty felt a little squeezed, but was far too polite to say anything.

Then he got his seat back. Yay!

Then the Merry Chrismoose totally stole his seat, clearly indicating that it's on.

This is what happens when school sucks up all my brain cells. Cool or sad? Depends on your perspective I suppose.

For Real

If you expect me not to post on my blog or surf the net during lecture... you must be compelling in some small way.

So Very Proud

Eight years ago I stayed up late in to the night and I cried. I cried when they called the election for George W. Bush.

Four years ago during the Democratic convention I was watching a keynote speaker named Barack Obama, whom I had never heard of before, and I cried. I cried because I was moved that someone could speak so elegantly about bringing people together when things were so bitterly divided.

Tonight, as they called this historic election, I cried. I cried because I was so happy and proud that we have a leader who represents what I believe.

Thank you America. Tonight I have more hope than I've had in a long time.

You rock.

Snotty

I'm used to getting snot rubbed all over me. I'm not new at this mom thing. So when River came and rubbed his snotty nose on me, I just made sure there weren't any huge boogers. Glamorous, eh? I also said something along the lines of "Ew, gross dude!" River ran off and I didn't think anything of it.

And about 30 seconds later he came back with a brand new roll of toilet paper and furiously shoved a wad near the snot mark he left on my shirt.

Seriously, does it get any cuter than that?

Not a lot; a couple links

Tired. Couldn't sleep last night. Still have to function like a grown-up. Yuck. So... I don't have anything except my mad, mad love for Wyatt Cenac.

Go see this.

Then go see this, because it's still funny.

Vote people!

Ciao.

A couple pictures. Very busy. Suck it people.

Awww. Aren't they cute? Seriously, the only one I've captured of him so far.

Cute little pug.

I didn't even have to alter this. I just suck at taking pictures THAT much. But it turned out pretty cool this one time...

More pictures after Halloween if I remember to take the camera. No promises. Head is brimming with information.

I have lots of boyfriends

Here's my newest boyfriend's latest interview.

How do you stop yourself from just wanting to hug him!?!

Even if you're sad that I'm voting - vote. It really matters that more people participate. Also, you don't get to complain if you don't vote. What more could you ask for?!

Happy Blogoversary

So, apparently I missed it, but I started blogging about a year ago. 10-12-08 to be precise. It seems like only yesterday, and also about a hundred years ago. Probably it feels this way because I feel like I've neglected the old blog lately. Truthfully, I'm going to continue to post lightly until Christmas break. You see, I spend about a billion dollars on school and daycare, so I really should make an effort to do it well. Because someday I'm going to have to pay those student loans back and it could really be hard if I don't have a lucrative job.

Things I plan to do:

• Take some pictures of the kids so you can at least see their cute little faces.
• Um, study and then study some more.
• Check the mail for my mail-in ballot.
• Take the kids on a walk.
• Sit down and write one of the many papers that are due in the very near future.
• Procrastinate writing stupid papers because I actually hate writing. For real.
• Feel bad about not writing stupid paper.
• Start laundry during guilt phase of not writing stupid, stupid paper.
• Focus on negative political ads so as to distract self from writing stupid, vile paper.
• Watch Grey's Anatomy while pretending not to remember horrible paper.
• Do the dishes and clean toilets because clearly they have priority over irritating paper.
• WRITE THE &*^$^%$@x PAPER ALREADY.

So I'll get on that picture thing.

Drunk Pumpkin

School is crazy busy and I haven't taken many pictures. So I have to rely on whatever I can for post material. Mike forwarded this picture to me and I thought it was hilarious. So now I'm sharing with you!

Let me tell you about the time I put a tampon up my nose...

So I was on my way to school last week and I needed to blow my nose. So I grabbed my last Starbucks napkin and blew. And then I got a bloody nose. Thing is, I had just used my last napkin. So, since I was wearing my white lab coat and professional attire, I did what any resourceful idiot in rush hour traffic would do. I found a beat-up lonely tampon from my purse, ripped it open and shoved it up my nose.

Not a drop of blood hit my pristine white lab coat.

Sometimes you just have to read good stuff (that's right, I said stuff, give me a break - my brain is full)

Read this.

Yeah, I'm bossy. So what.

Just some random Hobo...!?

The kids and I were talking about the blog the other day and Hunter was really interested in the world map that shows where all the hits on the site come from. Then the conversation with Meadow went like this:

Have we had one from Hawaii?

Yep.

We have family in Hawaii?

No. Well, not that I know of. Just somebody checkin' it out.

So, some random hobo is lookin' at our blog?

Um, no. Just random people. Besides, where is a hobo going to get a computer?

Maybe they saved their pennies.

Maybe they did.