Wednesday, September 30, 2009

I hate you, Neighbors

We currently live in a twinplex. Before we moved in, I didn't think it would be all that bad. And it wasn't. At least not with our former neighbor. He was a raging drunk, so I'm assuming he spent most of his time passed out. He would occasionally have an epic drunk fit that involved hours of crying and screaming, but those were few and far between. Oh, and we could hear his TV in the nursery, as the other side's living room is right under it, but that wasn't too awful.

After he was evicted (shocker!), we got new neighbors. They're a couple who are probably a bit younger than B and I are, and they also have a random guy living with them. In a one bedroom place. I don't know what the three of them do over there, but I'm pretty sure their favorite activity is stair bowling (a game of bowling in which the staircase is used as the alley. Pins at the bottom, throw from the top).

They are loud. Late at night. Even their cats are loud. I swear I hear the cats running around when I'm up in the middle of the night. They (the people, not the cats) stomp around constantly. We don't even live under them. We live next to them, which, logically, should not sound like living under them.

Maybe it's because they don't spend 90% of their time drunk and/or passed out (as far as I can tell), or maybe they're just naturally loud and obnoxious. But whatever it is, I canNOT wait until we move away from this crap shack and the people with whom we share a wall.

Wanna know the best part about our new house? Our nearest neighbors are a good 15 feet away from our walls. I can't wait.

Only another month. Or so. I hope. I really, really hope.

Monday, September 28, 2009

At least he got my sweet tooth

I've long held the belief that B somehow fertilized one of his own eggs with his sperm and implanted it in me, which resulted in W. Seriously, that kid got NOTHING from me. He looks like his dad, acts like his dad, and even smells like his dad.

Tonight, though, the baby showed me that he at least got Mommy's sweet tooth. I was having a few Golden Chocolate Oreos (vanilla cookie with chocolate creme...tasty, but they're no E.L. Fudge) as an after dinner snack. W comes up to me and does his little bird face that means "Woman! Give me whatever you're eating! NOW!" So I broke him off a bite of cookie.

I guess he liked it because as soon as I sat down on the floor to play with him, he walked up, grabbed a cookie from my hand, and ran away while shoving Oreo in his mouth. It was one of the funnier things I've seen him do lately. Of course, now the white shirt I had on looks like I wiped a poopy diaper with it, but the stains were worth the entertainment.

So now I'm slightly more convinced that the child is, in fact, mine, but I'm gonna have to watch that one around my snack foods. Mommy gets angry when you steal her dessert.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Not a pretty place

I'm a champion hoper. No matter how bad things seem, I always have a little spark of hope glimmering deep inside me. I do what I can to pass that glimmer of hope on to B, who is an awful hoper. He gives up and gets down on life pretty quickly when things get tough.

And tough things have been for us since we began our life together three years ago. Every time we start to get on track and feeling good about the direction our life is taking, something comes along to kick us in the gut and make us start all over again.

What can I say? I'm an extraordinarily unlucky person, and my terrible luck is now B's by marriage.

We never get more than a few months at a time when things are good. And every time the good times end, I'm there with my unwavering hope that things will get better and we, individually, and our family as a whole will get back to the good times again. Soon.

Until now.

I've gotten to that place where I just can't hope any more because I've been kicked while I'm down one too many times. There's too much going on, no solutions to problems, no way to crawl out from under it all. My hope glimmer has gone out. I can no longer be the person carrying the family forward toward happy times because I doubt that any more happy times are coming.

I have no hope anymore. This is not a pretty place to be.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Let's talk TV

Today, I went through and set the DVR to record all the season premiers and new shows I want to watch that are starting this week. And, frankly, I was embarrassed by the sheer amount of television I seem to think I'm going to watch this week. I'm actually hoping some of these new shows don't pan out, so I don't turn into a complete couch potato during every free waking moment in my life.

So, here goes nothing. I'll tell you my list if you tell me yours. The italicized ones are the new shows.

Sunday - The Simpsons, Desperate Housewives, Bridezillas, Tool Academy 2 (shut it), and Brothers & Sisters.

Monday - Gossip Girl, How I Met Your Mother (I still haven't seen Season 4 of this one, so I don't know if I'll watch this season right now or not. But it's on the DVR just in case), Accidentally on Purpose, and Castle.

Tuesday - The Good Wife and The Forgotten. Tuesday's my light day.

Wednesday - America's Next Top Model, Law & Order: SVU, Criminal Minds, and Eastwick.
Thursday - Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, The Mentalist, Community, Project Runway, and Models of the Runway (I'm really only watching this to see which designer gets which model for the next week. The show itself doesn't really interest me).

Friday & Saturday - [I think most of these originally showed on another night, but they're rerunning them, so I'm trying to fit them in here] - Law & Order, Modern Family, Cougar Town, Mercy.

Sweet jeebus, that's a ton of television. I'm so excited that it looks like there's a bunch of great new stuff on TV this fall (I hate summer re-run season), but that's 21 (21!) hours of shows a week. That's on top of the 2.5 hours of the soap I watch so I understand what's going on when I'm forced to watch said soap at lunch every day. I'll have to pare it back, but for now, I'm going to enjoy my embarrassing (both in content and amount) TV.

As far as the new shows go, I have high hopes for Mercy, The Good Wife, and Modern Family. I really hope Accidentally on Purpose is good. I doubt I'll like Eastwick, Cougar Town, and The Forgotten, but I'm going to try them for an episode or two. I watched Community last week, and I'm not sure if I like it or not. It gets another week or two to prove itself.

The old shows. I'm looking forward to The Mentalist, Criminal Minds, and The Simpsons. I almost feel like I'm only watching Desperate Housewives, Grey's, Private Practice, and Law & Order because I've watched them forever, so I need to keep watching. Depending on how the seasons go, I might give some of them up. I really expecting to give up on L&O. I'm not a huge fan now that Jack McCoy is the sit-behind-the-desk-and-spout-wisdom DA, rather than an in-the-trenches ADA. I'm liking ANTM more this season than last, but it's not spectacular. The first episode of Gossip Girl was good, and I hope that holds for the rest of the season.

So, what are you watching this fall? Which show are you most looking forward to?

I should write something, right?

But I've really got nothing right now. Life is a bit overwhelming at the moment, and keeping my head above water has been taking all my extra energy.

We've got some fun stuff coming up this week, though, so maybe that will get me back into the swing of things. Until then, hang in there. I'll be back with something worth writing soon.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Cheating

I cheated today.

Not on my husband, but on my waxer.

Generally, when I find a good stylist/waxer, I am fiercely loyal to her, as I've had numerous terrible haircuts and brow waxes. And my current waxer is no exception. I really like her, and she does a good job.

However.

Last time I needed a brow wax, my girl wasn't working the rest of the week (something about getting married or some nonsense), so I booked an appointment with another girl. Don't judge me - I really needed my brows done. After my appointment, I agreed to book my next appointment with the same girl so I could get in a drawing they were doing (that I didn't win, of course), with the intention of cancelling it later and rescheduling with my regular girl.

And then I forgot. By the time I got the message from the salon reminding me of my appointment, it was too late to call and cancel.

So I went. As I sat in the waiting area, I nervously looked around, desperately hoping my waxer wasn't working. I didn't see her, and I breathed a sigh of relief when the new girl closed the door to the waxing room behind her.

Thinking that I hadn't gotten caught, I relaxed, let the new girl do her thing, and walked out when she was done feeling pretty good.

Then I saw her. My regular waxer was at her station giving someone else a haircut. I felt my face start burning with shame. I turned my head, hoping and praying that she wouldn't notice me.

I think she did.

I paid and left as quickly as possible, doing everything I could to keep my head turned away from where my waxer was working. I was so ashamed.

I swear I didn't mean to cheat. It just happened. But I won't ever do it again.* Trying to hide it was just too stressful.

*Unless my regular girl is out of town and I really need my brows done.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

My baking gene is crying

I wanted chocolate chip cookies tonight, but didn't want to spend the time and effort to actually make chocolate chip cookies (nor did I have the counter space or necessary mixing bowls, but that's another story). Luckily, I had a bag of Betty Crocker cookie mix in the cupboard, so I busted it out. They're alright. Nothing phenomenal, but I didn't expect any miracles. The whole project only took me a stick of butter, one egg, a bag of mix, and a total of 15 minutes.

My baking gene is now angry at me and raging about my cop-out cookies, though. I love to bake - and I'm pretty good at it - and I'm embarrassed that I resorted to bagged cookie mix. I don't think I've ever purchased this stuff before, let alone made it.

Let my lazy ass be a lesson to you, ladies: bagged cookies is what happens to you when you have an energetic toddler, plus a husband who is too lazy to do the dishes and clean the kitchen as often as he should.

Being a wife and mother is awesome.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

When life gives you lemons

You're supposed to make lemonade, right? But what happens when there's no sugar to be found? Because as of tonight, I'm up to my eyeballs in lemons...and I'm not sure there's enough sugar in the world to turn this into lemonade.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

56 Days

I gave blood today. It's an activity I begrudgingly gladly participate in every 56 days or so. Today, when my blood-letting was finished, the surly bright and cheery tech who stabbed assisted me told me I could give again in 56 days - on October 28. Which is W's birthday. Which means that my sweet little baby boy (who's not much of a baby anymore, really) is going to be a full year old in just 56 days.


Where has the time gone?