Thursday, October 30, 2008

Wine Night

Last night I made all the necessary arrangements that included: calling The Davey no less than 15 times to say"are you on your way yet?" "How about now?" "How is traffic?" "Are you traveling by donkey? Because, seriously, you should be home right now." The arrangements also involved laying out PJs, arranging my transportation and 1 very large meatloaf.

It turned out that all of this preparation was energy well spent because, wine night? AWESOME. Sitting with friends, telling stories and eating no less than My Actual Weight in creamy dip=So Worth It.

I love you girls. Lets do it again soon. And when I say that, I mean, lets do it at your house sometime soon. Because, my house? Usually it is too dirty for company, and when I say Usually,I mean to say Always.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Greasy Goose

I finally had time to take the quarterly shower and after I got everyone settled in so I could dry my hair FOR ONE EFFING MINUTE SO HELP ME SWEET BABY JESUS, I somehow globbed the hair product all in front on the right side of my head.

The end result, after drying, really isn't much different than it looked/felt prior to the quarterly shower.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

2 Things

1. I just realized that the wholesome Tivo'ed Sesame Street episode that I had plugged Ruby into while I am working has ended and found her glued to a particularly disturbing Maury episode featuring one woman, one baby and six possible fathers, none of whom is proven to be the actual father.

2. Did you know that if you sincerely tell your husband that you don't want to do anything for your 30th birthday because you are depressed about the economy and amount of work you have to do that:

a. He will take you literally and actually not plan anything for your birthday


b. Your depression will shift seismically from "woe is the world, lets all dig a bomb shelter and buy canned goods" to " Where's my cake, motherfucker?"

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

30 down, 70 to go

Holy "Let's Build A Bunch of Nuclear Plants" Batman! Must.Not.Listen to. Debate. Anymore.

Ahem. What's going on with me? Thanks so much for asking. Very thoughtful, indeed. Things are rocking around Chez Davey with kids and their doctor appts. and jobs and internships and children who whine all the time because they need "attention" and haven't "been fed" and on and on. What about me? I need things too. Like more than 5 hours sleep. And booze. Lots and lots of booze.

Ruby and the Rash of Mystery continues as we have suddenly realized that most children do not get hives more than once per day nor do they often have have big, hard bellies. What I thought was her just being Full has been diagnosed as possibly being Distended. Also? You know how we always thought she just had a chronic case of The Fussy? Well, turns out that since she started getting a few words down, the most used one is when she is broken out in hives and screaming "OWWW OWW OWW." Oh. Fuck. Am wonderful mother. She had a lot of tests done the other day to check for everything from food allergies to The Scurvy. Am in a quandary because I don't know whether to hope for a diagnosis and have a possibly sick baby or hope that they don't find anything and feel like a monster who sends healthy babies to doctors to suck out all their blood.

Also? I turn 30 today and suddenly I have realized that I am entering a decade of my life that promises to be so busy that I may not blink for another decade. As long as I have my babies, my Davey and my friends around me, this promises to be the best 10 years yet.