Posts Tagged ‘must be love’

Coffee = love

April 22, 2010

This is how I felt this morning.

Actually, most mornings I feel this way. I’ve always been a night owl, but between having a small child and a regular workday, I rely more and more heavily on the strength of the  coffee bean to get me going.

I didn’t always like coffee very much, but I find myself making a pot almost every morning now.  I’m addicted more to the hazelnut creamer now than the actual coffee itself.  It doesn’t really seem to ‘get me going’ like I hope it will; some days, I wish it would kick my butt into gear, shoot steam out of my ears, and send me on my merry way.

Instead, I slump around for an hour after I wake up, trying to get breakfast and get dressed, etc etc…feel guilty for having to wake the slumbering bumber-boy who is even grumpier than I am in the mornings!

I’ve tried Red Bull, too. It sure as heck doesn’t give me wings, but it does taste like liquid Sweet Tarts, yum! Maybe I just drink too much soda for it to have an effect on me anymore. I suppose I’ve built up a tolerance to my favorite drug just like any good addict should.

My favorite solution for not being able to get up in the morning?

Go back to sleep.

Oh, how I dream about lazy sleeping-in days… If I could get more than six hours of sleep a night that would be…well, I don’t even know the word.

Gone are the days of staying up until 4am for no good reason, waking up around noon and having lunch.  Okay, more like one o’clock. Fine, two. No need for coffee!

If I tried that now I’d…well, actually I don’t know, because any sleep past 7:30 a.m. is interrupted by either:

a) a small person poking at my eyelids

b) a small person whispering, “It was an accident!”

c) a cat yowling outside the door demanding breakfast

d)  small person jumping on my belly

e) all of the above!

The only solution I can think of is to try going to bed before 1 a.m.

Yeah, I’ll do that…Right after I stop wasting time online (hello Facebook!).

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No Means No!

July 7, 2009

Fourth of July – officially another holiday to spend money on. Sigh…

I could do what most people were doing: load down my car with lots of towels, blankets, drinks, food, sparklers, chairs, sunscreen, bug spray, bottles of water, extra clothes, camera, batteries for the camera, change for tolls, cash for snacks, etc etc.

Instead, I opted to take advantage of my son’s 4-year old viewpoint of the world, wherein he doesn’t yet know what he’s missing out on. So goes the life of the single mom on a budget!

Anyway, this meant one short trip to the grocery store where we got some popcorn, drinks, and he got to help me pick out fireworks.  Of course, being 4, he already has expensive tastes.

“OOH! We need THIS ONE!” (pointing to the huge rockets that are 30 bucks)

“No.”

“HEY! Look at THIS!!!” (huge variety pack of huge rockets, conveniently priced at fifty bucks)

“No.”

“But we NEED it…!”

“No.”

At this point I’m just saying no out of habit. Sometimes I catch myself doing that without even thinking. The problem is, if after I say “no”, I waffle even a little, he jumps on it and becomes unbearably whiny, going for the chinks in my Mommy-armor.  That’s why sometimes I’ll say no to things not really paying attention, just reflex. This time, however, there’s a good reason; fifty dollars worth.

Anyway, to distract his attention from the the HUGE rockets, I showed him the GREAT, REALLY COOL multi-packs available. With a little bit of enthusiastic prodding, he was able to see that ten (tiny) glitter fountains are WAY cooler than the rockets.

Why? 

Because there are MORE of them. And MORE is BETTER!

I love kid logic, especially when it works to my wallet’s advantage. =)

So, once we got home he was desperate to shoot them all off now. Now! NOW!

I explained that we have to wait until it’s dark outside. He looked at me like I had just sprouted five heads and a purple tail.

Every five minutes: “Is it dark enough yet?”

“No.”

“Is it dark enough yet?”

“No.”

“NOW is it dark enough?”

“Yes.”

“REALLY?”

“No.”

I’m so mean, lol.

I finally gave in and we went out and played with sparklers for awhile. I’m disappointed by sparklers these days – I remember them lasting a lot longer. I absolutely loved sparklers as a kid, but the ones they make now are so cheap and spark for about a minute and a half (listen to me, old lady, wheezing, “…back in MY day…”).  But we made the best of it.

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Once it FINALLY got dark, Nick started streaking through the house, shrieking, “It’s dark now! Firework time! Mommy, COME ON! It’s FIREWORK time!!”

DSCN1321So we set off all of out cool fireworks….which took all of ten minutes…but luckily my helpful neighbors had apparently re-mortgaged their house to enjoy their own great fireworks, so they more than made up for the low-end models I had picked out.

Nick and I were cheering the fireworks, and…swear to god…he started doing the Arsenio Hall ‘woot woot woot’. I laughed so hard, and finally was able to ask where he learned to do that.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I guess I just picked it up somewhere.”

NOT Valentine’s Day

February 15, 2009

Ah, February 15th…what a great day in history. Did you know…

Holidays and observances

 

I know – exciting, right?

I’m quite beside myself.

I don’t know what the hell a couple of those are, or who John Frum is, and don’t really care. Anyone want to enlighten me? I’m sleepy and lazy right now. Sigh…

Speaking of lazy, let me share my new favorite craigslist post ever:

I’ll give you $2 + cost if you’ll deliver me some orange juice with receipt. I’m too lazy to get it myself. I live right by University Drive in Elon. Thank you.

That’s all it was. I’m dying to know if anyone actually took him up on it.

Anyhoo, I’ve had a great weekend; got a ton of cheap movies, some delicious Chinese food, bought groceries (always very helpful when you’re hungry), and even got to go out and have a little fun.

Anyone else have fun that had nothing to do with Valentine’s Day?

If you had a perfect, picturesque romantic evening with the love of your life – well that’s great, but I don’t want to hear about that shit. Okay, I’m kidding.

Speaking of mood-killers, I watched ‘Nights in Rodanthe’ the other day. It’s one of those tear-jerker Nicholas Sparks book-turned-movie machines. I won’t spoil it for you…but if you’re any kind of romantic at all, then DON’T watch that.  It’s painful and depressing and just when you think it’s gonna get better for this woman, the dude gets killed off!

Oops, spoiler.

Ah well.

I’m off to watch something completely ridonkuculous, silly, and light-hearted. 

“I Keep a Flat Top”

January 29, 2009

So a couple of years ago I was going through a
mighty-a-lonely stretch and signed up for Yahoo Personals. Talked with a few nice guys, met a couple of crazies, the usual.

Every so often, Yahoo very kindly sends me my ‘Recent
Matches!’ even though I took down my profile.

This weekend I opened one, and
was shocked to find out what I had been missing!

 

Check out a few quotes from the potential Mans-O-My-Dreams:

              I’m still very pure as I haven’t met Ms. Right yet.

             NICE GUY WHO GETS ALONE WITH EVERYBODY.

 

             I keep a flat top.

             If you donot expect to much, you will not be disappointed!

             SO SWEET I WILL MAKE YOURE TEETH ROT

             I’m an Investment You won’t Regret in

            Is it deer season yet?

and then the truly creative and ever-popular:
                “HEY”

Seriously, it makes me happy to be single.

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Stop the Presses!

December 21, 2006

This is Nicholas’ pride and joy; a picture with Santa.

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But you won’t believe what we went through to get it!

Here’s what happened: We heard about some big event going on at the North Pole, with all the famous characters- Santa, the Reindeer, the Mrs., and there were even rumors of Rudolph showing up (you know how he loves the spotlight).

Well we got there and couldn’t get in! Nicholas was on the Nice list (even after the questionable ‘Cat in the Toilet’ escapade), but apparently you have to bring a canned good as an entrance fee and I wasn’t prepared. All I had in my bag was a half eaten apple, some stale Cheerios, and two pairs of shorts Nick outgrew last year!

Anyway, we were determined. While I distracted the
guards (by bribing them for names on the Naughty list), Nicholas snuck onto the red and white carpet to meet his idol, Santa Claus.

It was a crazy scene! The Reindeer had all brought dates, and they were playing reindeer games, right there in the crowd. Of course, Rudolph stood back from it all, telling anyone who would listen about how he went down in history.

Meanwhile, Nick got up to Santa finally and whispered in his ear, “I know where you live, so you’d better take a picture with me!” Well of course Santa laughed, and agreed to a photo op with the little boy. The paparazzi ate it up! You might even see him on the six o’clock news, so keep an eye out for it.

 Nicholas has never been so happy, and thanks to the guards I now know who to blackmail at work!

 

 

These bars are made for breakin…

November 1, 2006

Just wanted to share my proud-Mama moment…

 Today was an exciting day for a two-year old. Nick got his first real bed– “Big boy BED!!” and is out of the crib. I thought he’d keep getting out of the bed while he was supposed to be sleeping, but he is conked out as I write this, with no struggles at all.

Well, no struggles on HIS part anyway; that thing was a pain and a half to put together and several times I wanted to call the company, reach through the phone and tell them, “But screw(B)  does not fit in hole(A) on the short leg (J) of the long connectors (C2)!!!” 

But after a brief cool-down and a smoke break, I wedged those suckers in there pretty good, even if they do stick out.  And guys, don’t shake your head at me as you read that–I’ve put together many a piece-of-crap-in-a-box furniture items and this was one of the toughest! And at least I read the instructions. In English, Spanish, AND Japanese, so there.