Come on! It’s nothing to be ashamed of!!! She looks amazing. Not too plasticy…why won’t she admit it??????
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If it’s the KIDS who were headed back-to-school today, why wasn’t *I* able to sleep last night?? Tossing and turning worrying about their new teachers…would they *get* my quirky boys? Would they TRY to get them or just dismiss G as another crazy undisciplined boy and Pedro as ‘special’ so go sit in over there and be special while I teach the normal kids??? Then, more ridic thoughts like will they like ME as a parent…will they try to avoid me in carpool?? “Oh Shit! There’s Peter’s mom…don’t make eye contact!” I wonder if there is a file on us…oh, them…they are too _____ (overbearing, obnoxious, in denial, loud, gossipy….)
Had an OH SHIT moment last night…somehow G’s waist has grown! Too many chips and video games perhaps?? Stuffed him into his uniform shorts and shoved him out the door. Will deal w/that later today. He isn’t too young to do sit-ups, is he? Perhaps he and I can do them together! He also, being very cool and 11 now, wants his uniform shorts to ride low on his hips and go past his knees. Um, G? It’s Catholic school, not a music video, kwim?? Also had to convince him not to gel his hair into a faux-hawk. Yes, my little angel wants a faux hawk. He has no idea that that’s what it is, he just likes spending time in the bathroom obsessing about his hair 😉 He did let me pop the pimples on his nose last night…much to my great joy!!!! He was walking around with little white caps on his nose and refused to let me get my hands on them til last night! I do think he is too young for that…maybe sunscreen and chip related?! Maybe we all need a back-to-school makeover! G and I will workout and get facials! LOL
Now, Pedro…all worried today about having a fire drill! He hates the fire alarm noise. The child’s voice is louder than any fire alarms i have ever heard but somehow this bothers him!?! Oh well. He is part of a special group of kids that gets taken out of the school before the alarm is pulled…sure hope they remember that. Otherwise they will be treated to the saddest sad face ever. He can morph his face into the Scream face
…it gets all long and distorted…and he cries the fattest tears you have ever seen. Grow up, pally! It’s just a fire drill! LOL
Well, with them in school I will have more time to blog, time to clean the house, walk the dog, etc. HA! Who am I kidding?! More time to be a sloth! haha And, more importantly, more time to read/watch Twilight naked.
Do not mix El Martillo and La Hacha…and then follow w/the pink nectar of the Gods. Translation? The Hammer and The Ax margaritas at Mexicali Blues and then later white zin(s) at a strangely hoppin’ Chinese restaurant…
I will say that it was a very fun drunk though. However comma apparently I was talking with Brad about wanting a little girl? And crying? MFWTF?
The antidote was 3 advils and a Diet Coke and 3 hour nap on the couch this morning! All better! LOL
LOVING how evil Dakota Fanning looks! Countdown to New Moon – 83 days….
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That Frug, he is a wily bastard. Btw, it has come to my attention that certain dumbasses people may not know that Frug is pronounced Frooog…like FRUGAL…not Frug like thug! 😉
Anyway, you may know that the Frug is frugal (hence the name! get it now? lol)…he is also Nelson Neat. And if you know me personally, you realize that he and I are opposites! To say the very least! lol Special bones of contention are: the laundry area (I am good at the ‘doing‘ of the laundry – not necessarily the ‘folding’ and the ‘putting away’ of the laundry) and the condition of the Guest Bedroom…the laundry, if it is not immediately folded/put away, it commonly left to pile up in front of the washer/dryer…and/or piled on the guest bed, to hang out with Otis while he stares out the window to alert us to danger (people walking their dogs, mail carrier, wind blowing thru the trees)…the Guest Bedroom is also where I have my computer…so, being an efficient multi-tasker (ha!), this room is also where I sometimes put my makeup on while blogging…read magazines, eat low fat/healthy snacks…drink a LOT of Diet Coke…in short, it can become a scum pit rapidly.
Which brings us to this week…which has been a bit of a F*ck Me week. When we come back from vacation, the laundry, which has been mating like bunnies in our suitcases, is completely overwhelming…and it takes me about a week to unpack all of our stuff, get it put away, wash/put away the clothes etc. So, what does that wily Frug do to me?? He schedules the repair guy to tinker with the dryer on Monday! We got back from the beach on Sat nite! You can imagine, if you are a pig like me I suppose, how bad the laundry area looks! (btw, we have the washer/dryer upstairs where the bedrooms are – I hear that this is way better than having to go to the basement to do it??) So, I have to get thru what I can and then throw the rest of the stuff onto the bed in the Guest Bedroom. Guy arrives, maybe 5 hours later than he was supposed to (OF COURSE), and fixes the thing (well, actually, he had the Frug outside on a ladder unclogging the lint/vent thingy – I have a pic – priceless)…
The next day, Tuesday, the Frug has the construction type guys over to do some repairs to the drywall, imbed some cables, etc. So, it’s a mad cleanup so these clowns won’t judge us (aka ME) on our lack of cleanliness…oh, and get this…he wakes me up at 7ish (sorry, working gal friends, this lazy beech tends to sleep in on summer days so 7 is EARLY!) to tell me that the cat box reeks and it might be too gross for the workers and to please get up and clean it. MFWTF???
I allowed him to live.
Today, he has a computer guy come to work on the computer hell situation…I shouldn’t bitch too much since the end result is this selfish bitch has herself a faboo new Mac to blog on! Woo Hoo! However f*cking comma the guy being in this room aka the infamous Guest Bedroom, meant that the whole @($&)@ room needed to be gutted in order to be presentable. Like this clown cares about our level of slobbitude?! Frug was underneath the desk, finding old candies that the elves must have dropped when they were here last Christmas Eve, old receipts that had been stolen out of my wallet, misc. cables, eyeliner pencils that had been stolen from my very organized Make-Up Area (heavy heavy sarcasm here since an organized anything is a foreign concept)…etc. You get the idea. The Frug has truly missed his calling. He should be on that Clean House show…mocking us pigs and making us clean that shit up! LOL
Anyway, what was my point? Oh. Somehow, he managed to get my lazy ass to unpack and get all the laundry DONE. Really done. He managed to get this Guest Bedroom completely cleaned out and organized…
Sure hope he doesn’t open any closets.