Stinky is in the Nose of the Smeller

Once at a previous job I commented to the lady who sat near me that I could smell cigar smoke. You know that horrible smell like burning socks. She couldn't smell it but I assumed it was coming from the door near by. I kept noticing it all day long, a whiff of awful stench would drift in to my cube. I kept trying to figure out where it was coming from. After all I didn't think there was someone standing outside the door smoking all day long. Eventually my co worker came in to my cube to see if she could smell it and I realised it was her perfume. GAG!

Sadly someone I work with now seems fond of the same brand.

Perhaps More Fiber Would Help

I'm sorry for the irregularity of posts. I'm still having some trouble with the scheduling feature.

Stroking My Already Over Inflated Ego

On the way to the store

Me: (Singing).....And when the stars fall I will lie awake. You're my shooting star.*

Fiona: (clapping) Yaaaaay!

Of coarse she reacted the same way when I sang Twinkle twinkle so it might me more enthusiasm for singing in general and less of an appreciation for my astounding talent.


*Good bye to you bu Michelle Branch

Raging Watters

What an exhausting but fun weekend. Saturday Fiona and I went to my SIL's (AK) baby shower. It was lovely and she made out like a bandit. There were two other little girls there and Fiona ran around like a...well like a toddler and I chased her for hours. I was wiped out by the time we were done.

Then that night AK's Mom was an angel and watched Fiona and her grand daughter so a bunch of us could go out to a nice dinner. Because our official excuse for going out was to celebrate my birthday I splurged & had the lobster ravioli and also chocolate mousse (my all time favorite food).

Sunday I went and got a pedicure and did all the weekend chores since we'd been busy all day Saturday.

Then Monday we didn't go to work again using my birthday as the excuse but really we just wanted to go to Raging Watters. Dave's brother (P) and his wife (AK) (yeah the pregnant one, brave woman) came with us and we all had a blast. Fiona was one tired and therefore cranky toddler by the time we left.

And by popular demand. Alright just Roses but she's popular with people who are me so there ya go. Here is my fabulous straw hat. Originally it was stiffer with less floppy brim but Fiona spilled some juice on it and then I wore it in the toddler area and it got soaked so it was rather fetchingly redesigned before we took the photo. Also I hope you appreciate that Dave didn't get a full body shot of me in a bikini so you don't need to pry your eyes out and burn them.

Lets Take A Vote

I personally hate the song Happy Birthday. It's just not a very good song and it sounds especially bad when bored co workers sing it. I think instead on our birthdays we should get to pick a song to make our bored co workers sing.

One year my friend Mark suggested that instead of Happy Birthday they sing Isn't She Lovely to me. I love Mark.

A short list of songs I would consider it very funny to make people sing:

Copacabana

Pretty Fly for a White Guy

99 Luftbaloons

Rock Me Amadeus

The Gummy Bears Theme Song

As it actually is my birthday please pick something you think is amusing and sing/hum it around your office until it's stuck in all your co workers heads. That would totally make my day. If you don't work in an office family members and/or friends will do just as well.

Newly Invented Daniverse Etiquette Rule

When you get to the nail salon to discover that you're the only client because they are only open by appointment on Sunday, and you know there is no way what you are paying can possibly make it worth her while to interrupt her weekend give her a good tip.

I went with 25%.

Thanks Jan ,my toes are pretty.

Dream Interpretation

Hey Roses & Rave thanks for the feed back on that last post. Hopefully soon I'll be able to explain why some of Rave's comments were uncannily on target.

Also last nights dream was much nicer. Salacious so I'm not gonna tell you the details but quite pleasant.

Deeply Scared Psyche

I had an awfull dream last night. Seriously unplesant so if you're having a nice cheerfull day you might want to skip this one. On the other hand if you feel you need a downer or you're just morbidly curious by all means read on.

Dave and I were leaving work very late (a nightmare by itself) on our way to the car. For some reason I was very pregnant (I'm totally not, don't get excited). Next to our office was a huge closed hotel that Disney had just bought and were refurbishing to open as a Haunted Hotel themed hotel. On the very top was one of those rotating bars but it wasn't moving. On top of that on the roof was a lounge area for the bar. We were walking to our car and we could see that there were a bunch of people on the roof. I wasn't sure if they were construction people or people who had broken in. (Okay here's the bad part, turn back now) Suddenly they all started jumping off and the bodies were landing all around us in the parking lot. One landed right behind our car and I was trying to figure out how to back out without running over it. We didn't want to talk to the cops (not sure why) and were trying to make a get away when the alarm went off. That was not a good way to start my morning.

I really really don't want to know what that means. Clearly I'm deeply crazy.

Money Making Plan

What exactly is "pay dirt". Is there a kind of earth that's valuable? If so I bet there's some in my house, we've got every other kind of dirt.

Becoming My Own Mother

When we were kids Mom would buy my brother and I straw hats every summer to wear in the sun so we wouldn't get burned. Of coarse we never wore them because they were uber lame. Mom wore hers though because she'd rather not get burned than worry about how she looked.

Next Monday we're taking Fiona to a watter park. We went and bought spf 70 sun screen today (we are a pale family) and I bought myself a straw hat ::Sigh::

Taking a Stand

I don't like Ferrari's. They are not sexy. In fact they are ugly & look like they're made out of Lego's.

The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher

My old boss from the bank (shudder, cross self, throw salt over shoulder) went on and on about this series of books. The job sucked but he was a pretty cool guy however he also went on and on about box kites, Alice Cooper (yeah I know weird combo), and how the Godfather movies were a great way to learn management techniques (I don't think he was joking either) so I kinda ignored him at the time.

Then a while back I came across a blurb that said James Marsters was signed to narrate the newest book for the recorded version. It went on to mention that he'd been the narrator for the earlier books in the series as well.

Right now you're saying to your self either, "Who the heck is James Marsters?" or, "So what?" Let me explain. James Marsters played Spike on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Buffy the Vampire Slayer still stands as my all time favorite show and I was head over heals in love with Spike. I used to joke that I'd marry either Dave or James, whichever one proposed first. Clearly Dave won and that's Mr. Marsters loss, cause I'm quite the catch.

So I went in search of the recorded version of these books. I couldn't find it any where but I did find a great site called Audible.com. If you like books on tape (well really MP3) it's a really great service and if you use itunes they automatically update to your library which makes it easy to make your books portable.

So I've been using audible for about a year when low and behold the Dresden Files series appears so of coarse I download the first one. I'd seen the short lived tv series and not been impressed. Do you know why? Because they messed it all up, combining characters, changing back stories and generally doing every thing wrong. If they'd actually tried to be true to the books they'd certainly have made a better tv show and it might still be on. I loved the book, so much I completely forgot it was James Marsters narrating and just got lost in the story.

I do have a minor complaint re Audible at this point. For some reason they have books 1-4 and 8-11 but not 5,6,7. So I had to get the actual books for those but since I love to read that's not really such a hardship.

Currently I'm on book 6 and I'm not getting bored. Which in unusual for a series that does not appear (so far) to have a singular plot running through it (like Harry Potter or the Dark Tower). It hasn't gotten formulaic plot wise as a matter of fact the characters and the universe they inhabit seems to get richer and more multi dimensional with each book. If you like Fantasy, Occult, or Detective stories you'll probably like this series.

The New 7-11

After shopping at Babies R Us.



Me: That was odd. The guy in line in front of me was apparently single and didn't have a kid with him and all he bought was a Mountain Dew and some batteries. It seems like there are better places to shop if all you need is Mountain Dew and batteries.

Dave: Maybe he was shopping for a MILF.

Me: Could be (thinking: I guess I don't qualify. ::Sigh:: Wait that guy was gross, why do I care?)

Guess What I'm Re-reading

If you're not a Harry Potter fan you can skip this one.

It occurs to me that Harry was only 15 months old when he was dumped on the Dursley's doorstep. He may not yet have been sleeping through the night and he'd just been through something seriously traumatic so I'm sure he had nightmares. He's very lucky the Dursley's didn't just smother him.

Sorry that was a rather dark thought. It's odd now that I'm a Mom I see things from the parent (or care giver) point of view where I used to see it from the child's.*



*Note: After reading that through I realise it makes me sound pro child smothering. I'm not, hurting children is bad. I meant that I was seeing the difficulties of adopting a young traumatised child & the Dursley's are pretty rotten people.

Victory is Mine!!!!!

Conversation last night as Dave was getting Fiona out of the bath.

Dave: Okay it's time to get out now then you know who we're gonna see.

Fiona: Mama

Dave: Yes good girl! That's right. Can you say it again?

Fiona: Mama

Dave brings her out to the living room wrapped in a towel

Dave: What do you say?

Fiona: Mama

Me: Oh thank you baby girl!

Dave: Say ni night mama

Fiona: (looking confused) Mama

Me: That's alright I'll take Mama over ni night any time

As they walk down the hall she looks at me over his shoulder

Fiona: Ni night!

Because Cats LOVE Camping...Right?

Every time we go to Costco and I see those tiny little models of the tents they sell I always think, "Valdi would love this. How can I get one?"

I Thought it Sounded Like a Good Idea

I was walking down the hall at work and saw Dave with a big stack of flattened boxes. I observed that that is a lot of boxes. He agreed that indeed it was. Suddenly I had the best idea.

Me: You could make a fort!

Dave: Yeah I could block the hall and defend my position.

Me: And throw paperclips at people

Dave: I'd get fired though

Me: (sadly) Yeah....(excitedly)If we win the lottery you totally have to do it though.

Dave: Or I could just stay home

Me: Well yes but come on fired for building a box fort, you'd be legendary!

Of Corse My Pants are Dry Clean Only

My Mom gave Fiona a bucket and shovel. Dave filed it with flour. This was a great idea.

Something I Don't Get to Say Very Often

Ha ha ha ha I have thwarted you with my superior knowledge of physics!

Psychic Connection?

Last night I had a nightmare about Fiona choking and I woke up with my heart trying to beat it's way out of my chest. Now that's unpleasant but not really worth mentioning. After all what Mom doesn't have the occasional nightmare regarding her child's safety? She's totally fine by the way.

The weird thing is as I was waking up and dealing with the painful heart pounding I heard Dave mumbling in his sleep clearly having his own nightmare. A few seconds latter he woke up said, "I forgot to set the burglar alarm." and went and did just that.

I asked him this morning and he had indeed been having a nightmare at the exact same time as I was although on a different subject. Either that was a really strange coincidence or I should not make stir fry chicken with brown rice and peas again.

Giving Up All Claim To Hotness

I went to the mall on Sunday without putting on any makeup. I'm sorry.

Unsurprising Confession

I'm a picky eater. People who know me are are saying, "No s*#t Sherlock" right now. I mean I am really really picky. I could try to give you a list of the things I won't eat but it would be faster to give you a list of things I will eat. That would still be kinda boring (carrots, chicken, bananas. etc.) Soooooo.



My top 5 FAVORITE foods. (If I like em ya know they're pretty good)



Caprese Salad (only I don't eat the tomatoes, they're on the other list)

Sizzling Rice Soup

Chicken Florentine

Smashed Yams with brown sugar, vanilla, and butter

Chocolate Mousse (Again my friends are saying, "Well duh!")


Strangely (and this was unintentional) that would make a pretty good multi cultural four course meal.