I don't consider myself a tech-head. Far from it. I resist changes in technology for the most part. Not voluntarily, but lack of expendable income tends to limit which technological trends our family follows.
We got our first dvd player somewhere around 2003. I got my first mp3 player in 2006 - and didn't use it because I had to rip all of my cds, and that took time. Way too much time. I've probably only ever bought about 5 songs on iTunes. I got my first laptop 3 months ago.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Rhino piss bath and so many lies
After a busy day of postal line-standing and soccer game-missing this weekend, I went to a friend's to hang out. It was a lovely, crazy, kid-filled day.
When I returned home, I need a break.
The kids were in bed, I decided to take some "me" time.
The considerable amount of exercise this week has taken a told on my gymnastically abused joints, and an increased work load in my job has taken its mental toll.
When I returned home, I need a break.
The kids were in bed, I decided to take some "me" time.
The considerable amount of exercise this week has taken a told on my gymnastically abused joints, and an increased work load in my job has taken its mental toll.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Laziness 3,000 miles away cost my cute kid quota
Saturday was a nut-so day for us...in a crazy-good sort of way. The hubs was at work, so I had both kiddos to entertain.
I had a shower gift to ship across the nation, so we first headed to the post office. Apparently, the couple in front of us were moving their son's belongings via USPS to his college in Washington state. EV-ER-Y-THING. The guy behind the desk was working his ass off to maintain composure as the large, sweaty man hefted box after sweaty box onto the desk.
I had a shower gift to ship across the nation, so we first headed to the post office. Apparently, the couple in front of us were moving their son's belongings via USPS to his college in Washington state. EV-ER-Y-THING. The guy behind the desk was working his ass off to maintain composure as the large, sweaty man hefted box after sweaty box onto the desk.
Friday, September 17, 2010
I'm playing hooky!
Please forgive my delinquency in not posting anything new today.
For those who may have missed something this week:
What a week! See why I need a breather?
Are you following me on Twitter and tweeted to everyone how much you love me? Have you shared a link to my Facebook page? Have you checked my Review Blog?
See, I can still keep you from doing what you were supposed to be doing today!
Have a fabulous weekend everyone!
For those who may have missed something this week:
What a week! See why I need a breather?
Are you following me on Twitter and tweeted to everyone how much you love me? Have you shared a link to my Facebook page? Have you checked my Review Blog?
See, I can still keep you from doing what you were supposed to be doing today!
Have a fabulous weekend everyone!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
When one line can mean so many different things
I've promised to not make this blog about politics, so I'll make my comment open-ended and general: "UGH!!!" That is all.
I've also promised to not go into a religion debate on here. It's not my thing. To each his own.
That said...My sister in blogging crime, Stay At Home Babe, inspired this entry.
I grew up with my grandma singing "This little light of mine" to me. A lot. I loved the song, knew all of the hand gestures, when to yell "NO" when Satan interfered, etc.
Years later, my boyfriend (husband now) got me tickets to see my all-time favorite real life celebrity.
I'm not talking about cartoon versus non-cartoon when I say "real life." I'm talking about non-Hollywood, real people with real experiences, that have nothing to do with the drama of their own self-promoted fame.
I've also promised to not go into a religion debate on here. It's not my thing. To each his own.
That said...My sister in blogging crime, Stay At Home Babe, inspired this entry.
I grew up with my grandma singing "This little light of mine" to me. A lot. I loved the song, knew all of the hand gestures, when to yell "NO" when Satan interfered, etc.
Years later, my boyfriend (husband now) got me tickets to see my all-time favorite real life celebrity.
I'm not talking about cartoon versus non-cartoon when I say "real life." I'm talking about non-Hollywood, real people with real experiences, that have nothing to do with the drama of their own self-promoted fame.
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