Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Hard to Say Goodbye

Last week I copied over the entire archives of my old blog to my hard drive, so I could go back and reread someday whatever was going on. It was several years worth of stuff. Goofy and unimportant stuff I'm sure, but may be fun to check it out again, or even let the girls read it at some time.

So with it copied and saved, I deleted MurphysLaw. It was hard to do, and that just sounds silly. I had a moments hesitation when I went to click the delete button, and a moment or two of sadness after it was gone.

So it is gone, but not forgotten I guess.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

I'll Get You My Pretties, and Your Little Bun Too!!

Munchkin got busted and was sent to her room for the rest of the night. Rest of the night being, like an hour, including dinner. After dinner, I told her to go back to her room. After being in there all of a couple minutes, the inevitable call came, "Can I come out yet?".

I swear that will be under her yearbook picture.

When told no, she yelled down at this little gem. "You better let me out of my room or I'll turn you both into ham and then you'll be sorry."

Yeah, she only got madder as we laughed our asses off.


(As an aside, as I about to post this, Little walked up to me offering up something. Turned out to be a turd from the diaper she just dug out of the pail. Yeah. You all fucking envy me, I know it.)

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

In My Day

I am getting ready this morning, of course accompanied my trusty helper, Little and she is, well, we'll say helping. She is constantly thieving everything off the counter, in the drawer, or cabinets. She especially loves getting the deodorants and then she wipes them on herself, in various places, because that is what we do apparently.

I got one of those new fangled deodorants that you twist the bottom and then the shit comes out some holes inthe top and then you swipe it on. I hate this. What was wrong with the old way with one big bar that coves it all? I need to gauge hwo much sputz to crank up there and frankly, that is more hassle than I need in the morning.

I hate to sound like and old, get off my lawn kinda guy....back in my day we used rocks!! You'd spend all day looking for the perfect rock that was nice and round, and if you wanted to smell good, you pounded flowers for hours with it dammit and then rub your pits to smell nice.

Now get off my damn lawn!!

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Oh Sweet Nectar of Productivity

Oh Mountain Dew, how do I love thee?
Let me count the ways...

1. Laundry
2. Dishes
3. Vacuum
4. Fold #1
5. Make dinner

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Hell on Wheels

Little that is.

Wheels she most likely stole. She is such the little klepto. And intelligent. And destructive. Such a lovely combination.

She took apart a pair of pliers. Pliers, people!!!

But she has her good sides I suppose. She loves to dance and will stop whatever she is doing to do it, when the right song strikes her. Whether one of my mp3s or a commercial. And get this, she claps at the end of each song. A nice little polite clap showing the band appreciation.

How cute is she?

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Before I Forget

I'm feeling better now, but it was a kinda bleh weekend for me. Thanks guys for the support.

A few weeks ago, Munchkin cracked me the hell up and I kept forgetting to put it up here. I am down the hall, and in the kitchen I hear Shannon singing Row Your Boat to Little and I think to myself how sweet. Stick my head out to listen and over the chorus of Shannon singing..row, row, row your boat...gently down the stream....is Munchkin just around the corner from them, playing with her ironing board, bopping her head and singing...rock the boat...don't rock the boat baby...rock the boat.

I about lost it.

Friday, January 05, 2007

2007 Off to A Rip Roaring Start

...or at least it was until today.

While going to pick up the girls from daycare, I hit a dog that ran into the street in front of me. I had no chance whatsoever of missing, and I hit it before my foot even reached the brake pedal.

I pull over immediately and get out, and the person in the SUV two cars back grabbed the dog and raced it to the vet, leaving her teenage daughter to comfort the kids that had just raced up. The dog had gotten out and they had been chasing it to catch it.

Let the kids use the cell to call someone and the daughter her mom. I tell the boy who owned how sorry I was, but he said it wasn't my fault. Pretty mature and or understanding considering the moment. They get picked up and taken to the vet and I take the daughter to the vet to rejoin her mom and also to see about the dog.

Turns out the dog winds up dying. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. But it didn't suffer so there's that I guess. I find out afterwards from some adult, relation unknown and the grandmother that it escapes all the time and has almost been hit before. She told me it wasn't my fault either. I know it isn't but I still feel horrible. Thank God this was before I picked up the girls.

And today started out so damn well.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Nice Aim

I had to go get some blood work today that included the ole whizzing in cup. Yay. So I go in an whoever was before me, peed all over the damn seat. Now granted I don't need to sit down, but I feel compelled to clean it up because I don't want the people after thinking it was me!!

Who the hell pees on the seat? I mean c'mon already.