Oh for the love of Barbara….

Hi friends,

It’s November which means “hell month” in my house. Last year, other than getting married, Luke broke his arm and David sprained his ankle within days of each other. This year, our tub drain gave out leaving a nasty wet stain on the living room ceiling and we are pretty much broke. Thank you George W. for fucking up something else.

To backtrack, David and I did have a fantastic anniversary, despite the aforementioned drama. It’s times like these that make me feel 100% happy with my decision to rent. It’s a wonderful feeling to call the maintenance staff and ask that they fix the issue and have a big ‘NOT MY PROBLEM’ attitude. They are even going to come back in a week or so and fix the mess that is now the living room ceiling. And, barring any unforeseen disasters, we will be caught up financially by the end of December. It’s just going to be a very thrifty Christmas.

Speaking of George W. (see above), the election is finally over. I am really happy for Barack Obama and feel that he will be a good president. Now, please, let’s shut up about it and get to the real meat and potatoes of the issue: Stimulus Package. The American people (namely moi) need some financial aid to help boost the economy. So bring it!

I am now on day four of a five day vacation. It went way too fast! I like my job and all for the most part, but I also like watching TV and relaxing and sleeping in. Today, I am completely childless as Luke is off with my units and Alexa has school all day. I was able to sleep in one day out of the break and may be able to sneak in a nap this afternoon. I really, really, really want to go to the bookstore, grab a nice pumpkin spice coffee and a fresh copy of Twilight and do fuck all for the rest of the day. But, I will clean and do laundry instead.  Tomorrow, I am going to the flea market and then off to the fabric store with my friend Heather.  Then, before you know it, it’s back to work time! Ugh!

At present, I am making homemade cream of chicken rice soup. Delectable! It’s cold as hell and this is a nice throw it in the crockpot and sit in front of the TV and watch your soaps kinda creation. Which honestly, are the best kind of creations.

Until next time….

A Cure For the Economic Crisis..

Unless you have been living under a rock for the past month, you have heard about the economic crisis that is unfolding on Wall Street and in the lives of many “Joe Six-Packs” throughout the country. I have a solution for these trying times that does not  involve a government corporate bail out. Do you wanna hear what it is?

It’s a simple idea in nature and far more ethical than making “Joe Six-Pack” pay for the resurrection of Corporate America. Are you ready for it? Here goes: Every CEO involved in the bail out should put back the millions of dollars in bonuses that they received throughout their tenure and return it to their company. Afterall, bonuses should be given on merit. If your company fails, you, as a CEO, are not doing your job properly; therefore, no reward should be given. Children are taught early in life about gold stars for good behavior or for an excellent mark on a test. Employees everywhere are given annual reviews evaluating their performance and value to the company.  If they do not perform in a manner which is beneficial to their corporation, they are terminated or at best, given a stern warning.  Increases in salary are not given. Yet, if you are a CEO and you run your company into the ground, you are given a check for your effort. This somehow seems ridiculous and wrong.  Moreover, it’s despicable that hardworking, do-gooder “Joe Six-Pack” will be laid off by his Fortune 500 Company while his CEO, his tour guide on the road to corporate success, will sit high and mighty with his big, fat paycheck or at a minimum, his big, fat severance check.

Today, it was reported that a man in California killed his family and then himself because he was laid off seven months ago and could no longer afford to live. If this is not a testament to the average person’s struggles, I’m not sure what is. A government bail out is not the answer. Humbleness and righteousness is. Give back the fucking money, you Evil Pig Emperor! Let “Joe Six-Pack” keep their job that they can work for the next 67 years; thanks to the evaporation of Social Security funding. You bitch!

Things that you must do…

If you do nothing else this week, you must rent Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Not only is this movie perhaps the funniest thing I’ve seen all year; you get to see a plethora of cock in the beginning. And when, oh when, is the male penis exploited in all it’s floppy glory? Titties, a gogo. But penis? Never. I fully support this trend. More cock. Less filler. Thank you.

I have wanted a nice, cold Miller Lite for the past 24 hours. If only I had the cash. And a babysitter.

Work went fast and wasn’t horrible today which is always good for a Monday. Bring on Friday!

David is thinking of starting a blog. If he does, you all must read him. He’s funny as fuck!

That’s all the drivel I can muster for one day. Back to your regularly scheduled programs.

Sunday’s are fantastic.

And how. Seriously. Yesterday, after the bloodbath that David insisted on making me watch; we took the kids to the library. I really wanted to go because I’ve been craving a new delicious read. I certianly found one. I rented Emily Giffin’s Baby Proof and found it to be completely and utterly fantastic. I could not put this book down and read it pretty straight from 6pm until 3 in the morning; picking it up again at 8:30ish and reading until 1:30, where I turned the last page. There is no other word than absolutely delicious. And I absolutely fell in love with the characters. I will miss them. ::sniff sniff::

David and I had some very meaningful conversation in the wee hours of the morning as well. We talked about life and our marriage and how happy we make each other. It was really sweet and well worth the exhaustion this morning.

Despite feeling like a zombie, the man made a fantastic breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon and hashbrowns. Yummy. We watched the kids frolic in the living room for a bit and then turned our attention to the Phillies game, where we are currently watching the Phils hand the Brewer’s their ass.

Can Sunday get any better?

Well, yeah, it could. I’m worried about an upcoming mammogram for some minor boob pain. That’s on Friday. And, well, the wash /could/ do it’s damn self. But other than that, seriously? Nirvana.

Things I hate..

Why, oh why, do the producers in Hollywood have to make such trite, violent, testosterone-ridden movies these days? I’m currently watching something with Cuba Gooding Jr. as a cop journeying down the wrong side of the tracks. There’s a whole lot of “fucks” and guns. And I don’t see how people can find this entertaining or enjoyable. If I wanted to see death and morbidity, I’d watch the news. This is horrible. And the fact that David is making me watch this bullshit is even more so. Shame. On. Him.

I had a pap done about a month ago. I have HPV. GREAT! Fantastic. So, in March, I have to go back for a follow-up. Then, I have to go back every six months thereafter. Ugh!

But other than that, life is peaches and cream.

Life.

Since I haven’t updated in like forever, let me start with a brief dissertation on the past six months.

In May, I went back to work full-time. The branch is closer to home and I’m loving it.

I have picked up some new hobbies. Namely, thrifting (shopping at thrift stores) and flea marketing. I even have David getting in on the fun. We’ve gotten some great things in our travels. Plus, it’s a hobby that we both enjoy!

Other than that, things are pretty much status quo, but a good status quo. We will be celebrating our first anniversary in a little over a month. Life is good.

I’m back…

How I have missed blogging. I’ve missed you, interweb. You and your big penis! More to come!

New home.

Well, as much as I love WordPress, I think it’s time to go. I want a program that offers flexibility and allows me more control. You may now find my blog at: http://momheymom.typepad.com . In the words of Bob Hope, “Thanks for the memories!” And come see me in my new home.

CANCEL THAT THOUGHT! THIS IS FREE! HERE I AM BACK HERE AGAIN!

Snow

Dear Mister Snow,

I would like to see my husband sometime before Easter. Please stop it, you relentless bitch and let my Manarms come home!

Love,

Mrs. Booker

Potty girl!

Alexa’s teachers have been working really hard to get her potty trained. I have tried EVERYTHING at home. They have tried EVERYTHING in the classroom. We gave Alexa a week off from the grind and it seems as if it’s paid off. She was wearing a diaper today and independently asked to use the potty. Then, for the first time EVER, she pooped. SUCCESS!

As a treat for her right of passage into big-girl-hood, we stopped at BK for a chocolate shake on the way home from school. Alexa is amazing!