Saturday we awoke to a note on our door that our neighbor accidentally cut the telephone cable. This is a problem since our internet is DSL. I felt like a true American Pioneer as I tried to survive until today without phone or the web. It amazed me how often over the course of 2 days I would think “Oh I’ll just google that.” or “Ooh, I need to put that in my queue.” So I ended up just having to make a mental list of things I wanted to tell y’all.
My new issue of Real Simple smells like a Cover Girl powder, you know, that Noxema smell. I’d forgotten how much I love that smell.
I’ve been loving me some Craisins lately.
I’ve also been loving Tori & Dean: Inn Love. Although it was kind of off putting to see Sylar at a baby shower a couple of weeks ago.
CSP has been having to work some overnights. This sucks in ways I can’t even describe. I’ve had to resort to using sleep aid pills to get to sleep. The upside is I’ve been reading a lot more (since it’s taking me SO FREAKIN LONG to get to sleep) and I’ve really enjoyed the following books: The Glass Castle, Water for Elephants (esp this one), The Constant Princess, and I’m currently digging Little Children.
I also spent some quality after midnight time late last week reading all about Chew’s horrible experience with her adoption agency.
The long version is now gone and has been replaced with a shorter, yet no less important of a read, version. The whole situation is just heartbreaking for everyone involved, and I salute her bravery in posting the truth.
CSP gets a kiss from Molly
Originally uploaded by heyshanny.
It kills me the way she’s sitting on the back of the sofa & kind of on his shoulder at the same time. She’s the funniest little dog I’ve ever met.
I got in trouble the other day for my potty mouth. Moi? With a potty mouth? Can’t be! I rarely curse, and if I do it’s usually in the PG-13 range. Ass, damn, hell & if I’m really mad the occasional s&%t. But when I’m around kids I really do pay attention to how I speak. Or so I thought. I was at my neighbor C’s house tonight when she told me that her 4 year old daughter was looking for something the other day and exclaimed “Oh my God!”. C told her she shouldn’t say that and E responded with “Why, does Jesus get mad?” and then followed up with “Why don’t you get mad when Miss Shannon says it?” Uh oh. Who knew I said it so much? And it’s not really my fault as I am a child of the 80s and any girl who got through the valley girl days unscathed is a rarity. So I’ve got to come up with something else to exclaim. Any suggestions?
I live in the Carolinas where we have 2 seasons- Summer & Not Quite Summer. It’s Summer now and I’m already ready for it to be over. SO hot. And it’s not even Hot Hot yet. Ugh.
Ever have this happen to you? Out and about running around doing errands and what not and I get home at the end of my day and everything’s fine. Then I go to get ready for bed and there’s a big honkin zit right there on my nose!?! Where the hell did that come from? I mentally ran through my day and pictured all my encounters with people wondering who I talked to and who spent the whole time staring at that horrible growth on my face. And all day I’m bee bopping around thinking I’m looking all cute cause I had perfectly blended eye shadow? What a dork.
And they’re called Pirate Crocs!
While the IKEA corporate site doesn’t mention my IKEA yet, the sign offers a glimmer of hope of the fabulous shopping experience to come. And don’t think I won’t be taking Kiki (full name IKEA Li Mei Fun) to the grand opening!