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.

A link that you shouldn't follow if you're conservative and your feelers get hurt easily

Check this out.

Parental Supervision Advised

Hunter and Meadow were sick and had to stay home a week or so ago. Mike took the day off to stay with them because HE'S THE BEST HUSBAND EVER. And also, I really needed to be at school. I wanted to let him sleep as long as possible, so before I left with River I told the kids they could get breakfast and not to get Daddy unless they really needed to get him. They asked if they could make toast and I said yes, "but you know you're not allowed to cook anything else, right?" Nods assured me this was understood.

So when I left the house at 6:30, I was surprised to hear my phone ring a few minutes later.

It was Mike.

Apparently the toaster was set really high. So when it burnt the toast it set off the fire alarm. Mike was rudely awakened to a fire alarm and his daughter screaming her head off in the kitchen.

On the upside, the house wasn't burning down.

Dancing With the Stars, an update

I love Lance Bass. And the judges were mean tonight. Boo hiss!

**Updated**

OMG I love Warren Sapp too!!!

A reason I'm old *OR* Why my grades are about to take a nosedive

I LOVE Dancing with the Stars.

So much, that when they dance well... I totally cry.

p.s. The Cheetah girl got robbed. (A few seasons ago. I will NEVER let it go.)

An economy story

In the spirit of deregulation (Big business Republicans), the banks around here (Mike) decided to extend loans that were, perhaps, questionable (to Meadow). She secured a loan of $3 to purchase one High School Musical water bottle. Then the bank (Mike) sold the original loan to another bank (me). The questionable buyer (Meadow) decided to default, even though she could have paid, she decided she didn't want to. This caused the new owner of the loan (me) to repo the water bottle. Now I have a water bottle that is no longer worth $3, what with High School Musical being so yesterday. Oh, and it's used. Now since the bank (me) purchased too many of these loans, and now I have the rights to tons of crap I really don't want and can't use because it holds virtually no value, I should suffer consequences... right? And somehow I didn't notice the problem until it was in the BILLIONS. But then, the best thing ever happened. The government decided to socialize business and totally saved my ass. So now, you, the American public own a tiny little piece of that High School Musical water bottle. And I still get to keep my job, because you're going to pay for all those bad loans that I bought even though I knew they were risky.

Congratulations.

Bits & Pieces

Me: What do you think you want to be when you grow up? Are you still thinking you might be a ballet teacher?

Meadow: A millionaire!

Me: But how are you going to make that money? What job?

Meadow: I don't want a job, I just want money!

Me: You're going to have to get a job to get money.

Meadow: I'll just keep cleaning my room and getting money from you.

Me: That's not gonna get you to a million sweetie.

Meadow: What!?

Me: Yeah, I know.

Meadow: Well I'll just keep saving and I won't spend ANY money.

Me: Okay.
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Me: If you don't spend any money when you're a millionaire, how are you going to pay for your house?

Meadow: A house?

Me: To live in.

Meadow: I'm living with YOU!

Me: Even when you're old?

Meadow: Are you saying I can't?

Me: You can stay until you don't want to anymore.

Meadow: Cool.
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Hunter: *gags*

Me: Do you need to puke?

Hunter: Yeah, then I'm going to eat.

Me: Okay. Can you go puke away from the dinner table while we're eating?

Hunter: Sure. But when I'm done I want to eat.

Me: No problem dude.
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River: Popsicle?

Me: You want a popsicle?

River: Cheese stick?

Me: You want a cheese stick?

River: Popsicle?

Me: You want a popsicle?

River: Cheese stick?

Me: You want a cheese stick?

**repeat as often as necessary, with no end in sight**