It started at about 7:30 on Wednesday night. I was working and had gotten a snack from a certain alliterative pretzel place in the mall. The sweet mustard was expired, so I didn't eat it, and wasn't interested in returning it. The pretzel, however was fine.
Or so I thought.
Immediately after eating it I started having stomach cramps. thinking I had just not chewed enough, I set my jaw and finished the night. When I got home, I went straight to bed.
Then it began. I'll spare you details. Let's just say it was awful. 2:45 in the morning saw me weak and praying for relief. I still don't know if it was the pretzel or a 24-hour bug; either way I was out of commission all day yesterday.
My amazing heroic manly darling husband stayed home from work to take care of Milo and I while I slept away the day. He also washed out the bucket (oh yeah there was a bucket) and all the bed linens.
He even went to store during Milo's naptime and got Redbox movies for the evening and special dinners for the guys (because all I could have were saltines). I really wish he were here so I could hug him. I'm lucky to have him.
Anyways...we watched Gnomeo and Juliet (WAY MORE AWESOME THAN I THOUGHT!!!! RENEWED MY LOVE FOR ELTON JOHN!!!) and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Best Harry Potter movie yet. I haven't read the books and never really got all crazy into the phenomenon; and I keep insisting that I've not seen all the films yet (Mr. Smith thinks I'm nuts), but this movie was AMAZING. The animated sequence about the three brothers was one of the most impressive things I have ever seen.
And that is all.
Have a GOOD day. This weekend I am going to spend some time with my bestie for her birthday. If I only had the means to shower her with spa treatments and gifts...
But I think that feeling goes for all my loved ones.
*little green smiley*
Friday, May 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Last Night
I didn't have to work, so I planned a tasty meal. Like one I used to cook before I started working nights.
Nigella Lawson's Asian Braised Beef with Tangy Mashed Parsnips and Potatoes with Hot and Sour Shredded Salad.
I was most of the way through the dinner prep when I reached under the sink and found (drum roll please)...
A PUDDLE OF WATER!!!!
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, our ghetto, cheap-arse, janky no-name faucet finally bit the dust.
This was what my Mac looked like last night:
Nigella Lawson's Asian Braised Beef with Tangy Mashed Parsnips and Potatoes with Hot and Sour Shredded Salad.
I was most of the way through the dinner prep when I reached under the sink and found (drum roll please)...
A PUDDLE OF WATER!!!!
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, our ghetto, cheap-arse, janky no-name faucet finally bit the dust.
This was what my Mac looked like last night:
Can you read my tabs? 'remove leaky faucet', faucetdirect.com...
ugh.
But my mother and father in law came over (after getting back from a cruise no less) and helped us out. Through the removal , the trip to Menards and the installation.
And now I have a SWEEEEEET new kitchen faucet. There's a photo on Facebook.
And the dinner got eaten, just without the salad or the wine pairing. Frankly, I'm thrilled just to have a working kitchen sink.
WOOOO!!!
Also...I have recently discovered two beauty maintenance treatments slash completely unnecessary expenses (depending on your opinion of these things):
Shellac Soak-Off nail color (and my friend Bethany to apply it for me)
AND
Eyelash tinting
These are two things that really help me look (and feel) pulled together with basically no maintenance.
With the Shellac, my nails don't chip or break. I am not constantly having to file them down so they don't snag or cursing under my breath because I broke a nail while opening a cabinet.
I was raving about it at work the other day, and our resident Green Warrior was like, 'That is so toxic.'. I looked at her and and called her a freakin hippie. Although I do not think I said freaking.
I love it. My nails are like...actual NAILS.
Now the eyelash tinting. I went and got them done with a gift card, so it was a relatively frivolously spent $20. I am waiting to see how long it lasts...basically I am now keeping track of the growth cycle of my eyelashes for cost effectiveness purposes. Because I no longer need mascara! And there isn't makeup smeared below my eyes! Yay!
It's 20 bucks, and the time away from my wife/mother duties...so we'll see.
In closing: how about this WEATHER!? DAAAANG...
Also...I have recently discovered two beauty maintenance treatments slash completely unnecessary expenses (depending on your opinion of these things):
Shellac Soak-Off nail color (and my friend Bethany to apply it for me)
AND
Eyelash tinting
These are two things that really help me look (and feel) pulled together with basically no maintenance.
With the Shellac, my nails don't chip or break. I am not constantly having to file them down so they don't snag or cursing under my breath because I broke a nail while opening a cabinet.
I was raving about it at work the other day, and our resident Green Warrior was like, 'That is so toxic.'. I looked at her and and called her a freakin hippie. Although I do not think I said freaking.
I love it. My nails are like...actual NAILS.
Now the eyelash tinting. I went and got them done with a gift card, so it was a relatively frivolously spent $20. I am waiting to see how long it lasts...basically I am now keeping track of the growth cycle of my eyelashes for cost effectiveness purposes. Because I no longer need mascara! And there isn't makeup smeared below my eyes! Yay!
It's 20 bucks, and the time away from my wife/mother duties...so we'll see.
In closing: how about this WEATHER!? DAAAANG...
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
A Comedic (very) Short
Int. Mid-Day. A townhouse in suburbia.
A giggling and adorable three year old boy zooms around a corner and into a powder room. The child must dodge around the door and around the Bjorn potty chair that is wedged into the small room. He is chased by his mother, a youngish oldish type that looks really familiar in a vague way.
Child: 'Mommy you NO GET MEEEE haaaahahahhaa'
Mother: 'Oh I am gonna GET YOUUUUU hahahaaaa'
The child closes the powder room door as his mother stops short. The 'CLICK' of the door locking is audible.
We see the waves of thought pass over the mother's face. Is he safe? Do I know how to unlock the door from the outside? What should I do , he's actually contained for a moment?
The mother jogs up the stairs. She enters her master bedroom and picks up a small box of large paper clips. Opens box, removes a single one. Unbends it part-way. With this she will unlock the door.
The mother jogs back down the stairs.
The bathroom door is open.
There is pee all over the floor. The mother shakes her head and wonders 'why' for a split second before going into the kitchen for some towels.
End.
A giggling and adorable three year old boy zooms around a corner and into a powder room. The child must dodge around the door and around the Bjorn potty chair that is wedged into the small room. He is chased by his mother, a youngish oldish type that looks really familiar in a vague way.
Child: 'Mommy you NO GET MEEEE haaaahahahhaa'
Mother: 'Oh I am gonna GET YOUUUUU hahahaaaa'
The child closes the powder room door as his mother stops short. The 'CLICK' of the door locking is audible.
We see the waves of thought pass over the mother's face. Is he safe? Do I know how to unlock the door from the outside? What should I do , he's actually contained for a moment?
The mother jogs up the stairs. She enters her master bedroom and picks up a small box of large paper clips. Opens box, removes a single one. Unbends it part-way. With this she will unlock the door.
The mother jogs back down the stairs.
The bathroom door is open.
There is pee all over the floor. The mother shakes her head and wonders 'why' for a split second before going into the kitchen for some towels.
End.
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