Friday, January 29, 2010
dancing
i wonder how dane came up with the head shaking thing to equal dancing.
i don't know but i love it.
Monday, January 25, 2010
and the money is rolling in
hey guess what? i made $.03! no, no, not 3 dollars...3 cents. except i can't find the cents symbol on my keypad.
yeah, yeah, i'm really happy people are reading this because otherwise what the hell is it for right? but i can't help admitting that the thought of potentially turning this into a moneymaker like that damndable "dooce"" lady DID cross my mind. do you know that crazy pixie makes upwards of $40,000 a MONTH? and yes, i'm basically ripping her off except i have MUCH worse photography here but hot DAMN that would be amazing. when starting this blog i also had-in addition to the fantasies of me rolling around on the bed demi moore style rubbing myself with hundreds-fantasies of a talk show devoted to mommyhood. it's like all these bloggers just happen to have book deals and deals with hgtv and deals deals deals.
that would be cool.
i'm just sayin.
i wonder if i'll get a check for that in the mail? i will frame that shit for sure.
yeah, yeah, i'm really happy people are reading this because otherwise what the hell is it for right? but i can't help admitting that the thought of potentially turning this into a moneymaker like that damndable "dooce"" lady DID cross my mind. do you know that crazy pixie makes upwards of $40,000 a MONTH? and yes, i'm basically ripping her off except i have MUCH worse photography here but hot DAMN that would be amazing. when starting this blog i also had-in addition to the fantasies of me rolling around on the bed demi moore style rubbing myself with hundreds-fantasies of a talk show devoted to mommyhood. it's like all these bloggers just happen to have book deals and deals with hgtv and deals deals deals.
that would be cool.
i'm just sayin.
i wonder if i'll get a check for that in the mail? i will frame that shit for sure.
too. cute. must. kiss. lots.
let me tell you one of the gajillion trillion things i love about little danger: he is a snuggler and cuddler extraordinaire. he should have a baby masters degree in it. (yes, that gave me a laugh aloud visual). he snuggles simultaneously ferociously and gently after every nap and/or night's sleep. he plops is pacifier in his mouth and grabs his bear blankie and slams his head on your chest. the cherry on top of that heart melting ice cream sundae is that he REMAINS there. i'm talking for at least 10 minutes. yesterday, i was feeding him breakfast when he reached out for my arm and guided it to his cheek and laid down his fuzzy noggin and snuggled my arm for like 10 seconds. he doesn't restrict his snuggle skill set to living things either. if he is reading a book with anything resembling something cute and fuzzy, he will bring the book to his cheek and go "ooooooooh".
really, i can't take it.
really, i can't take it.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
i speaketh too soon
ha! figures when i say something so haughty like i did in the previous post about my angel child and his unearthly sleep filled wonderfulness he has a fit of sorts this evening. i put him to bed at 6:10 and he cried pretty solidly till about 30 seconds ago (it's 7:22). ok, he's quiet now. phew.
you see, i am in my bachelorette mode where i have rented "the proposal" having already paid my effing dues with "the hurt locker" last night. along with the fluffy movie, i am on my THIRD night in a row of frozen chicken potstickers and let me tell you audience: IT IS BY CHOICE. it is a PRIVILEGE to eat these things. it says right on the box "delicious and authentic". so there. in addition to the aforementioned delights, i bought a box of "swiss cake rolls" which i used to eat every day in the ninth grade and i swear on my life that is true. every day. ask karrie. she may also remind me of the time she pointed out a stray piece of waxy chocolate which fell on my leg and when she tried to brush it off, realized it was a mole. i'm moley. (i peel the waxy chocolate coating and throw it right the hell away so i can enjoy the chocolatey cream layer. you have to say "chocolatey" because that ain't chocolate.)
ok, back to my girl's night in.
you see, i am in my bachelorette mode where i have rented "the proposal" having already paid my effing dues with "the hurt locker" last night. along with the fluffy movie, i am on my THIRD night in a row of frozen chicken potstickers and let me tell you audience: IT IS BY CHOICE. it is a PRIVILEGE to eat these things. it says right on the box "delicious and authentic". so there. in addition to the aforementioned delights, i bought a box of "swiss cake rolls" which i used to eat every day in the ninth grade and i swear on my life that is true. every day. ask karrie. she may also remind me of the time she pointed out a stray piece of waxy chocolate which fell on my leg and when she tried to brush it off, realized it was a mole. i'm moley. (i peel the waxy chocolate coating and throw it right the hell away so i can enjoy the chocolatey cream layer. you have to say "chocolatey" because that ain't chocolate.)
ok, back to my girl's night in.
hhmmmm. interesting
since danny's been out of town one thing is sticking out like a sore thumb: my house is a wreck. when he's here, i tidy, vaccuum, and generally take alot of pride in our cheerful abode but holy crap i canNOT muster the energy to do anything but look at dane and perez. (not in that order). i have to force myself to grocery shop and vacuum out the car and tend to the laundry.
and it's not like i can blame my lack of motivation on being tired. angel baby's new thing is sleeping in until 8:30 or 9:00 and this is on top of going to bed at 6:30 and me not setting foot in his room till the morning.
so i guess i've discovered that danny makes me a better person. hurry back danny. there's a 4 day old poop filled diaper that needs to be dealt with.
and it's not like i can blame my lack of motivation on being tired. angel baby's new thing is sleeping in until 8:30 or 9:00 and this is on top of going to bed at 6:30 and me not setting foot in his room till the morning.
so i guess i've discovered that danny makes me a better person. hurry back danny. there's a 4 day old poop filled diaper that needs to be dealt with.
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