Random Updates

Its 2:25 AM and I'm wide awake. This has happened the last 3 nights. Friday night I stuck chicken in the crockpot at 1:30 AM and finished reading my US Weekly . . . I wonder how many people can say they've done that in their life. I hope this trend stops soon. Takes me back to my days of insomnia in college when I would do laundry at 4 in the morning because I couldn't sleep. Darn good way to make sure that you get all the washers/dryers you need at once. But I bet the people that lived next to the laundry room hated me.

I have strep throat for the first time in my life. I don't recommend it. Its not a fun game. I have a sinking suspicion that Adam is going to catch it from me. As he said to me today, "you can say sore throat to me and I'll instantly have a sore throat", so I'm hoping that his tingly throat is all in his head. But its also his turn to be sick.

We went to look at houses today and found one that we really loved. Adam is supposed to call our mortgage company tomorrow and talk numbers, then we're going to go look through it again Tuesday night. They were having an open house today (actually yesterday since techincally its Monday), so we had the added pressure of an extra realtor lurking in the corner, so I don't feel like I really got to take a good look at the place. But it had a really good once over! The part the excites me the most right now is that the master bedroom is HUGE. So huge that Brendan Wellington (my elliptical machine) will be able to move in, so thus will end my "do I catch up on my TiVoed stuff or exercise" dilemma. Now I can do both at once! My gut instinct is we'll find out that our monthly payment would be more than we can comfortably afford, so I can't tell if I'm not over the top excited about this because its not really THE house or because I know that its not going to happen in the end. I think its the second option. Which is good because I need to work on my "realist" qualities.

Thursday night I went to a Close to my Heart (scrapbooking) party at the house of someone I had never met. Debbie and I are in the stamp club that Kim started together, but since this was the first month of the club we had never met. I was really proud of myself for going (and going by myself without taking my back ups Julia and/or Angie with me) since normally I'll run as fast as I can away from situations where I have to meet new people on their turf. But I had a good time being out around adults and playing with stamps. Granted, I talked about Alyssa pretty much nonstop all evening, but I'll tell msyelf that's just because Kim has a son that's only a month older than her and we wanted to compare our kids.

Jeez this is turning into a novel . . . unfortunately I'm no more sleepy now than I was when I started it.

You know you're a mom when . . .

you can't for the life of you find a pen anywhere on/in your desk, but you do come across no fewer than 112 crayons. And you wonder if a signature in crayon on an official document would hold up in a court of law . . .

Get a dictionary, people!

Marinara: Being or served with a sauce of tomatoes, onions, garlic, and spices

After visiting with Christy and Charlie today, Alyssa and I stopped by Fazolli's to pick up lunch. Here's my conversation with the drive through person:

Me: I would like a small baked ziti with marinara sauce.
DTP: You know that has meat in it, right?
Me: The marinara sauce?
DTP: Yeah. Do you want it with tomato sauce instead?
Me: *dumbfounded* Sure.

And low and behold my ziti with tomato sauce had chunks of either hamburger or sausage in it. Back in the day Julia and I ordered ziti with marinara sauce all the time and you know it didn't have meat in it because she won't eat the animal carcass.

Adjoining: 1. To be next to; be contiguous to 2. To attach

This afternoon I called to get hotel reservations for Hope and Eric's wedding in June. One of my "requirements" of the hotel be that the two rooms be adjoining (have a door connecting the two of them). Simple, right? Not so . . . of course. Because nothing is ever simple.

Me: Do you have an adjoining rooms?
Hotel Lady: Yes, we have adjoining rooms where the rooms are on the same floor and in the same section or we have connecting rooms. Which would you rather have?
Me: *doesn't adjoining mean the same thing as connecting?* Connecting, I guess.
Hotel Lady: So you want the rooms to be physically connected by an adjoining door?
Me: Yes.
Hotel Lady: So you want connecting, not adjoining, right?
Me: Who's on first?

TGIO!

(Thank goodness its OVER!)

The RMP Film Festival II went off smoothly this weekend and was a smashing success from all the feedback I've heard. I'm so proud of everyone involved with it ~ making being a founding member of the RMP Widow's Club worth while.

Check out pictures here of the Friday night cram session, premiere at the theatre, and the after part (minus some pictures of yours truly getting mighty darn tipsy!)

Shout out to her peeps!

The diva says "Good luck this weekend, boys. Sorry I won't be able to make an appearance, but I have an important date with Grandpa and Grandma."

Question for my RMP boyzzzzz

What did Eric say last night that I decided was the funniest thing I had ever heard and was going to tattoo to my ass? I can't for the life of me remember . . . I think I might have been drunk.

(and by RMP boyzzz I really mean Boomer or Eric because I KNOW Adam won't remember. Its one of the things I love about him)

Cute thing #5,934,270

What did I do for entertainment/blog entries without this kid?!

For the past few days every time I pull out a Lysol wipe to wipe down the counters in the kitchen I instantly feel a little tug at my pants and hear this pitiful little grunting. I look down and this short little thing is reaching desperately for my wipe. So, I give her a wipe so that she can clean, too. I think its a pretty common thing for toddlers this age to imitate housework, ect, but the funny thing is that she goes straight to her house (the Laugh and Learn one we got her for Christmas) and starts cleaning her house! Once in awhile she'll do the table or the floor of the kitchen, but 9 times out of 10 she'll go clean her own house. Today was clean out the mailbox day.

If only it would countdown the minutes . . .

and until I don't have a to be a single mom anymore!!!!!!!!

Interesting Tidbit

Here's something I bet you didn't know about me (unless you're married to me and knowing Adam he's probably forgotten).

When I'm playing solitare on the computer I HAVE, HAVE, HAVE to have the aces go red, black, red, black or black, red, black, red. No matter what order they appear in in the "deck" I can't have the two reds together or the two blacks together.

There's no challenging that OCD diagnosis, is there?

(Okay, I'm REALLY going to bed now)

Damn you Veggie Tales!

Actually, just damn the Veggie Tales theme song creators . . . the actual Veggie Tales characters/story lines are quite charming and likeable. I had a horrible time sleeping last night because I kept waking up to the voice in my head singing "Lima Beeeeeeeeaaaaanns, Collllllllllard Greeeeens! Peachy Keeeeeeen! Veggie Tales!".

Now almost 24 hours later I am settling down for bed and all I can hear is that same voice chanting "There's never ever ever been a show like Veggie Tales!".

I acknowledge that fact. Its in a catagory all of its own. Now can you pipe down so I can get some sleep? Pleeeeeeeeeeeasssseeeeee!?

Ahh, sweet small town, USA!

Alyssa and I ventured east this morning to spend the weekend with my parents. Mostly for the annual Chipman food fest aka Super Bowl party, but a generous spoiling from the parents/grandparents can never hurt.

I, being the space cadet lately that I am, forgot to pack the baby monitor. I had been planning on buying a new one because ours is on the fritz and figured that I would just give our old one to my parents to have on hand. Well, I figured the time had come for me to buy another baby monitor. So, we head out shopping. Would you believe in this town (its not that dinky, population 5500!) they do not sell baby monitors?! Pamida (the wal-mart of small town Iowa) has a huge baby aisle that tells every gadget and gizmo other than monitors. Wouldn't you think that a monitor would rank semi-high up there on the "needs" list? Thankfully Alyssa and I share a wall when we are sleeping, so I'll be able to hear her if (okay, who am I kidding WHEN) she wakes up.

Then we decide to go rent a movie. My parents DVD player is broken, so we had to resort to these crazy things called V-H-S? Anyway, I was thinking that we would have to settle for some movie from the early 90s because, after all the movie selection in this town is limited and with DVDs being all the rage, why buy new movies on DVD AND VHS? We walked into the store and probably 70% of the store is still VHS. And people were lined up in front of the VHS shelves; the DVD section was like a ghost town. Who would have figured? And its not all the old people out for some Saturday night excitement that were getting movies . . . it was the 20 and 30 crowd, too, which I'm willing to be is the prime purchase age of a DVD machine.

Anyway, Christy and Jeff ~ I think we need to re-evaluate our retirement plans. ;)

What stinks?

Britney Spears to Launch New Fragrance

"Its been annouces that Britney Spears' Curious perfume brand is releasing a limited edition perfume called "In Control" in April.

The fragrance will combine the essance of yearning with the zest of romance and the desire for a man to come home and feed the baby."

What?! I can't imagine what that would smell like ~ or that it would smell very good (Especially if its based off of K-Fed). Let's hope its VERY limited edition. Crazy.