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Reaching Critical Mass

Sometimes, you have to be thankful for small things which save your sanity, what little is actually left of it. I am at work. I needed some time away from home. Too much husband and too much child and too much house all weekend long.

Right now, I am trying to make some serious life changes which will dramatically alter the flavor of my life — I want to actually enjoy it again. I am finally at a point where it is either this or that and all the extraneous “but this” and “but thats” have been burned away. This life is getting shorter for me by the minute and I don’t want to blow it being angry, resentful, regretful or feeling suffocated because I decided to “suffer through”.

If any of you can make dua for me, ask God to grant me strength to make my choices and not not to back down like a whiny loser. I read on someone’s blog that they were making the prayer, “God, surprise me.” I like that prayer.

God, surprise me.

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Freetime loser

Ha, give me an hour to myself, what do I do? I am blogging. On a friday night. There might a Law and Order on … *runs to the living room to check* Nope, just some medical show that looks like ER but’s not. *if you say the last line fast, you said butt snot – hehehhehe*

Hub is home on a friday night. Definitely not a usual occurance. He had two wisdom teeth pulled this afternoon and he flying high on a cheap, legal with a scrip, narcotic. He’s gonna hurt tomorrow. But right now, he’s asleep, the kid is asleep… and onward I blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Over the top — sheesh folks.

Kraft foods pulls line of gummy ‘roadkill’ after New Jersey Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (NJSPCA) publically complains. Kids have been eating gummy anything for ages now. It used to just be bears and swedish fish… but it presently includes worms, wormz’n’dirt (smashed oreo cookies), RATS (!!!!), octopi, mexican hats , killer sharks, and so on. I really didn’t know about mexican hats or the sharks before I started looking up different kinds of gummy candy — but somehow neither WWF nor the Mexican Consulate are up in arms about them as of yet. For the love of cheap sugar, let it go.

**Added soon after original posting: You have to check out the link I threw on “so on” above… It really blows the mind how many different gummy things one could eat… if you didn’t have a problem with gelatin aka boiled hooves and buttcheeks.

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Eating again…

If watery, gruel-like cream of wheat is counted as food. I think so. It is absolutely full of tasty brown sugar too!

The last two days stunk. Found out I had stomach flu… Doc said I was doing okay with it — the girl in the next room had a 103 fever. Lucky me. A couple of prescriptions later, I was happily lounging on the couch for two days. Drinking tons of gatorade, eating soda crackers. That’s about it.

I am also eating a muffin that is probably going to bite me in the rear end later… but it’s good going down.

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Barf!

More literally than it should be too. Bad dinner last night left me up half the night. Should be a fun day.

Hub and I finished watching Office Space last night. (First timer he is) He loved it! That movie, while having a few crude bits, just kills me. I laugh so hard. Two of my favorite quotes below.

Bob Porter: Looks like you’ve been missing a lot of work lately.
Peter Gibbons: Well, I wouldn’t exactly say I’ve been *missing* it, Bob.

Bob Slydell: You see, what we’re trying to do is get a feeling for how people spend their time at work so if you would, would you walk us through a typical day, for you?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Bob Slydell: Great.
Peter Gibbons: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door – that way Lumbergh can’t see me, heh – after that I sorta space out for an hour.
Bob Porter: Da-uh? Space out?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I’m working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too, I’d say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.

So… I am going to sort of space out here at my desk while my stomach and intestines debate their next actions. I feel like I’ve been benched by my own body. Grr.

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Woohoo!!!! I have my job back!!!!

Well, yes, I am still employed by the same folks and I was not actually unemployed… My job was sort of taken over in the last year by some folks that were intent on either, a) micromanaging or, b) hiding the scarf-head. So I have not been able to do about half of my job myself — the part I actually like. 🙂 So, I have it back now, and it feels good!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just love adrenaline rushes. I can’t say much more or I might sacrifice some anonymity/privacy.

EC

Hmm. Elimination Communication, Early Potty Training, whatever you want to call it. Sort of freaking the child out. He LOVES to be sans-clothing all around the house or just sans-pants. (I will finish this later…. I just wanted something new to put up… gotta run) But he flips out when he realizes he’s peeing (having no previous experience at peeing in the open). Poor kid. His BabyBjorn potty came in the mail on Friday. He thinks its cute to have something to sit on in the bathroom, but he is just as likely to fling it into the bathtub or place his ubiquitous rocks in it. I am still looking at the cloth diapers for this last half of non-potty-trainedness.

Rocks

Hamza is absolutely fascinated with rocks. We can’t leave the babysitter’s without a double fistful everyday. Why???? They are polluting my car, my home. *sigh* It is sort of cute that we can’t go to the store without a rock in hand.

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The above title is actually the title of a book on art of punctuation. You figure it out.

But the first headline on CNN.com this morning gave me fits :

Mosque attacks rock Baghdad

It took me WAY too long to get that sentence to read other than a mosque attacks rock (as in the inanimate object, not the verb). And I was doing so well earlier this morning – perky, peppy and full of writing power. So much for reading skills.

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