Just Another Day

Repeat after me: I will not raid my child's Halloween candy stash this year. I will not raid my child's Halloween candy stash this year. I will not raid my child's Halloween candy stash this year. Riiiiight....

Am I the only person who insists upon taking a shower before I work out? I mean, I know there is truly no point to it, I will just get all sweaty and have to take another shower. But, I still do it anyway. Maybe I just like taking showers. My Mom, my Dad, and I are the only people I know who never add sugar to their tea. Rap music has pretty much passed me by. Oh sure, I will listen to some "old school" like Run DMC, Beastie Boys, and LL Cool J, but that's about it. The new stuff is kind of coarse and low and I just don't like listening to it. Mr. Personality is now about 50/50 with peeing in the potty. We're getting there! So what if he has to be bribed, I stopped caring about four months ago. Anything to get him to pee in the potty. Our anniversary is coming up, and sadly, we have no freaking clue what we would like to do. We just sit and stare at each other and say, "I dunno, what do you want to do?" Classic deflection tactics. We definitely...

Why oh why do I bother taking Mr. Personality to places like Disneyland when he thinks that drinking from a public drinking fountain is the highest form of entertainment? That and jumping off of things shouting, "To infinity- and beyond!" I should just save myself some money and install a drinking fountain and rocks of various heights in our patio.

I am thinking I should be absolutely hanging my head in shame because someone found my blog by searching Yahoo! for "mess clutter dirt." Oy.

So I was visiting Happy and Blue 2's blog, and he had a post that asked, "What are you famous for?" I racked my brain for a while, and an incident that occurred when I was in third grade came to mind. I remember the day very clearly. My friend Rayna's mother was acting as the substitute PE teacher. I loved PE, and I was usually quite good at everything I was asked to do. This being her first, (and most likely only) time subbing, Mrs. V simply had us running relay races. Now for this to make sense, I have to explain that our playground area doubled as the parking lot for the church. Have I mentioned that I went to Catholic school? Anyway, our concrete paradise was this crazy patchwork of parking space lines interspersed with volleyball and basketball court outlines, all jumbled together. Which takes me to the basketball courts. We were running the relays in that general area. I think my team was winning, although that could just be wishful embellishment on my p...

So for quite a while now, I have been wanting to start up my own business. I happen to think that I would be quite a good founder/CEO type. My plan is to simply delegate everything to my underlings because I am too lazy for any of the details. Anyhoo, I finally thought of a business model that I really think would reach an underserved niche of the population. I call it "Bitches R Us." You see, if you are one of those types who shies away from confrontation at all costs, then we should be on your speed-dial. Did a company charge you the wrong amount? Call "Bitches R Us," and we will handle it for you. No need to worry any longer about confusing and possibly loud verbal exchanges with poorly trained customer service people. Too busy to write that nasty letter to the hotel for putting you in the room next to the elevator that used to be the service closet? Then we're the people you need to get in touch with. We'll write something so good, they'll comp ...