S-A-TUR-DAY NIGHT!! {a myspace original}

Current mood:bored

9:10pm
Pathetically, I'm sitting here watching Paula Deen on the Food Network.  Not so pathetic, except for the fact that she's baking cookies with ELMO.  Can someone tell me why I'm sitting here watching a puppet, when my kids are asleep and I could be watching any other adult show without a puppet on it?  Of course, when I say adult, I don't mean that type of adult shows....  or do i?  Ok, no, I'm not into puppet porn.  Anyone ever see that sick Sesame Street email?  Just checkin'.

So the last couple of days have been hectic, I've been a pseudo single mom (and a knocked up one at that).  Brian left for Indiana to have a boys weekend with his buddy Chris.  He told me about their oh-so-stressful day.  McDonald's breakfast (which meant they were up sometime before 10:29am.), sat in the chair and watched T.V., had lunch, took a nap (oh and I asked, they didn't spoon), took a shower and were getting ready to go out again tonight.  My guess with all of the drinking last night, and whatever bar food they ate, Chris's apartment has taken a beating.  By that I mean, no febreez could take out that aroma.  Light a match and run, cuz she's gonna explode.  Two 40 year old men, beer and I'm sure some form of Taco Bell..... Not my idea of a restful weekend.

While he was enjoying bachelorhood temporarily, I was left to working and dealing with the 2 and 3 year olds, scratching my skin off, and dropping $100 of my hard earned money on babysitters.  UGGGGGGG....  ok, if i were out painting the town red for two nights, i'd appreciate that more.  BUT I WASN'T.  (and for anyone that knows me, that'd never happen anyways, cuz I love sleep.  and two nights of drinking and partying.....not me)  And the unfortunate thing is...  there was actually 2 things that would have been fun to do this weekend, but not worth me paying sitters for in addition to the ones I had already paid!!  Not to mention I'd never find them.  I had to work hard for the ones I found! 

So basically, this isn't a real hilarious blog.  I just have NOTHING to do.  I mean, I could clean up the living room....  wait.  No.  I could go to bed.  Not yet.  Maybe I'll just hit ebay and look for weird auctions.

Have a great night.
~d

"So here I am, again on my ownnnnnn......." {a myspace original}

"Goin' down the only road I've ever known...." or something like that.
Nothing major here, just got home from work a little while ago, and I'm the only one awake in the house.  And it was only like 8:45pm.  All 3 boys asleep.  2 in beds, the big one on the couch.  Lovely.  I don't know how they slept through the tornado that appearantly went through my living room, but they did.  Amazing.  And guess what?  I'm waiting for F.I.M.A. assistance before I clean it tonight.  So you know that ain't happenin anytime soon. 
So I'm sitting here, on "myspace" letting the 3rd mystery child kick the crap out of me.  yay.  Only 2 more months at most of pregnancy left.  Will I miss it?  Yeah, I will.  I always do.  Do I still loathe the first, ohhhh...  6 months of it, yes I do. 
Wow, he woke up.  Wait for it.... wait for it....  shhh... the bitching is about to start.  After all he is a man, and he did just wake up from a pre-bedtime nap.  He still has to let the dogs out and put away my car.  Oh, by the way, anyone got an extra programmable garage door remote?  I'd like to receive one before my pregnancy hormones get to the impatience level that could cause me to drive through the M*ther F*cker.  So much for "in-car-programmable-above-your-head-on-the-console remotes.  They don't work.  Just so you know.  At least mine doesn't, and I hate getting out of the car into the cold to use my damn key to unlock the garage, to push the button, to lock the side door back up, to get back into my car, to start it, to put it away.  So, I'm protesting.  The car can sit out, and he can put it away until I get a new remote.  ONE THAT WORKS.  So if you see a dent in my garage door.... or NO garage door.  You now know why.
I'm gonna keep this really short, and pointless. 
The end.
~d