Feckless

The Boss Man told me I'd hit the trifecta the other night. (Does one say "hit the perfect trifecta?" Or is that redundant?)

He came in from out of town all bedraggled and worn out. Poor guy had driven to Louisiana the night prior and got stuck in traffic until 3:30 am and then went to meetings all day and drove back to TX the next night. Pulled in to our house around 11. Ouch.

Meanwhile I'd taken nyquil and gone to bed with the kids around 8:30. Also ouch, if you count that I've been hacking and sneezing all week. But nonetheless, I had gone to bed at 8 pm. Drugged on cold meds. With both kids snuggled into our bed with me. Delicious.

Apparently I had also:

1. Left the car unlocked.

2. Left the front door unlocked.

3. Left the back door unlocked.

TRIFECTA! I WON!!!

oops. I was also in trouble.

My parents used to call me feckless. You don't have to go look it up. It means "inattentive to detail." Pretty much sums me up. Apparently I spent most of my childhood with my head in the clouds. At least it explains Quirky. I could give a rats ass about the details. Appreciate them, but pretty much only can't focus.

which brings me to my new favorite website:

www.shitmywiferuined.com

I like to send golden little nuggets to The Boss Man so he can see the humor in his wife's flaws. It seems to help.

Heart Ablaze

I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF THIS!!!!

I keep playing it over and over and over and over. I've always had a huge crush on Super Grover (sigh...) and now I must admit that Quirky and I spent most of the evening practicing the little dance moves that the muppets do at the bottom of the screen.

Rare that one little 1:52 snippet can sum things up so well...

FORG

So Very Very Busy

Worrying about stupid shit like this:

If I go one way home after dropping Quirky off at school then I can stop at the convenient store that has caffeine free Diet Coke. Then I get my daily vat.

But the straws there suck.

The other way home I can stop at the convenient store with excellent straws.

But they have NO caffeine free Diet Coke.

Pushing Up Daisies

Literally.

I'm engaged in full fledged warfare. With my irrigation system. Look what I come downstairs to find each morning outside of my kitchen window.

It's so defeating and disappointing. Look where they're coming from.

Aren't the little window boxes outside of my guest room cute? It's my attempt to break up the monotony of the brick and concrete. (note- it's an ATTEMPT) But the flowers just don't want to stay there.

My sprinkler system has decided to push these little geraniums or daisies (or whatever they are) up out of their cozy dirt home each day. I guess the water pressure is just too much. I keep trying to replant and move the flowers farther away from the nozzle heads, but I keep losing the battle.

Losing.

How long do you think these will last? Another two weeks- tops. I'm not trained for the fight.

Why Can't??

Just for today-

I wish people would just LISTEN to my question,

ANSWER me,

and GIVE THE ANSWER THAT I WANT, goddamnit.

I want to paint the living room, got it???? Not purple, just eggshell.

But Boss Man, if you don't give me the answer that I want I'll slip you an ambien and paint it rainbow. So there.

Everyone else, give me the answer that I WANT today. Be forewarned.

(Cue Theme Music)

Hell yeah. I've picked my theme song. It came to me as I was walking out to the patio tables yesterday at Mission Burrito, carrying a tray of salads, soups, and kids quesadillas. This bad ass Michael Jackson classic started playing on the sound system. I had to groove.

I am going to be a "bad mama jama." And I intend to be "poetry in motion."

And I am definitely going to blast it out of the windows of my mini van. While in the church school parking lot.

Just In Case....

You may not have thought that I was telling the truth about Scrappy wanting to be a superhero. The girl lives in fantasy land 24/7. Sometimes she's Luther the newborn puppy, sometimes a pro-soccer player. The trick is figuring out how the story goes....