Friday, August 31, 2007

I Am Not Gay

Got your attention, didn't I?

Why does that crazy Senator from the midwest keep saying that? Loudly. With such judgment? Makes me want to pull my hair out. It not that he says he is not gay. (After all, I'm not gay, either.)

It's the way he says it.

Dude, you were in trouble for soliciting sex in a public restroom. You'd be in just as much trouble if the sex was solicited from a woman. (Or, at least, you should be.) Gay is not the problem.

I don't know if he is innocent or guilty. But I have learned a lot about him from the tone of his denial. I just wish the news would quit replaying it, because it's giving me a headache.


Wednesday, August 29, 2007


How do you know you are addicted to coffee? When you drop a quarter in your morning cup, but drink it anyway, because hey, it's coffee.


Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Thinking About Calendaring

I am getting a free laptop from my contract employer. That's exciting stuff. In response, I am considering how I will handle my calendar. I mostly use my pda while on my computer at work. It's very convenient and I can type in tons of information at once. If I am away from the computer, I can use the portability function of my pda.

But with a laptop, how will I handle backups? Will I have to back up my pda on both computers?

Okay, boring fodder for my loyal readers, but I keep thinking about this stuff.

I need a new purse.

And no, I'm not psycho. It's just early in the morning, and my thoughts are scattered.


Monday, August 27, 2007

Tough Weekend

It was a long, mostly sleepless weekend. There was drama at MIL's. involving cops and drugs and ending with us having to take drastic measures to protect Ander. There was much crying and anger. I am exhausted.

Last night, when we finally got home, all we could do is nap. Ander sweetly accomodated us, and in exchange, we let him stay up an hour past bedtime (since he slept from 4-7 p.m. with mommy and daddy).

Alan asked me to do the dishes when we woke up, but there was no way I was doing dishes, bone-tired, after 10 p.m. After a full night's sleep, though, I not only did the dishes, but I also unpacked and cleared off the island in the kitchen.

Now, if I can just get through this pile of work at the office.


Monday, August 20, 2007

Ramping It Up

I was pretty sick last week. I mean like pass out, can't function, the world is ending sick. I am 100% better, but now I have to pay for all that time lying on the couch.

Billables, billables, billables. What fun!



Friday, August 17, 2007

15 Years

Alan kissed me for the first time 15 years ago today. I also started college that day! Boy, are we old!!!


Computer Goodness

I'm getting a free laptop! I'm pretty stoked. The indigent defender office I work for is giving the attorneys laptops. I really needed one (well, specifically, I needed another computer, but laptops cost about the same as desktops these days), but it wasn't in the budget. So it's a happy bit 'o news.

I'm feeling better today. Not great, mind you, but 100% better. Ander's nose is running like a faucet and he's coughing. Yuck. I am actually considering going to Strollerfit, if my feeling better continues, and will probably go to work regardless (since I feel better, just maybe not better enough to exercise). But I'm giving it a little while, because yesterday I felt bad, but thought to myself that I was only missing work because I'm the boss and I can, so I went anyway. On the way, I got so overcome with stomach distress and weakness that I thought that if I wasn't the boss, I'd definitely be calling in sick. I then suffered (mostly in the bathroom) all day and last night I was weak and sore. So I'm taking the morning very leisurely, and we shall see if I really feel better as time for Strollerfit comes. Ander really needs to rest. He woke early the last couple of days, and he has such a bad cold. But he won't lie down, so I guess we are in for a long day of whiney toddler.

I am really working hard on not giving in to the whine. Really hard. I've been ignoring the whine, except to remind him once to use his big boy words if he wants something. When the whine is accompanied by attempts to hit/bite/otherwise maim mommy, he gets a warning and then gets puts in timeout. That usually does the trick, but he is not stopping until after timeout now, when before, a warning about timeout usually took care of the problem. So I spend a lot of time waiting for him to finish his timeout time (30 seconds at a time, but he gets silently put back everytime he leaves the corner, so it can actually take a couple of minutes, at least the first time of each day).


Thursday, August 16, 2007


Ugh. Oh, I said that already? Well, ugh, anyway.

I feel like I've been beat up. I spent most of yesterday in the bathroom, and this morning, the mere thought that food exists makes me want to hurl. My head, especially where Ander hit it in the bridge of the nose weeks ago, feels like it might explode. Ander seems fine. His diapers are extra stinky, but Alan assures me that my nose just seems extra-sensitive with the stomach virus I have.

I'n trying to get up the energy to drive to work (working out is out of the question), but I'm so sleepy and very attached to the bathroom, so it may take a while to be good enough to ride in a car for 30 minutes. I wish Ander would spontaneously decide to take a long morning nap, but he has given up the morning nap, so that's not happening.

Oh, we are finally going to visit Brien in Monroe. Soon.


Tuesday, August 14, 2007

In Baby News...

At 9 pounds, Rich, Rach, and Nick welcomed Zoe Claudia into the world today. Mom and Nick's little sister are doing fine. Rach says she's up for company, so let me know if you want her room number at the hospital. Nick and Zoe won't have to share a birthday now!


Monday, August 13, 2007

My Mom

My dad told us the funniest story about my mom today. He pointed out that you have to read between the lines a bit to understand her sometimes.

My uncle had a baby this week. (Yep, that makes my youngest first cousin 32 years younger than me.)

My mom ran to the backyard and shouted to my dad, who was painting a truck in the garage:

"The baby came home. It's leaking. He doesn't know what to do."

My dad suggested that if the baby was leaking, perhaps the best course of action was to send it back to the hospital. I took a more practical approach and suggested a diaper. ;)

Apparently, the baby did in fact come home, to a house that had sprung a leak in one of the pipes, and my uncle didn't know how to fix the leaky pipe.



Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Like A Bug To A Light

...but without the satisfying pop-squish.

I have such bad luck in public places with annoying people approaching me. This morning, a 50ish gentleman was behind me in line at the coffee shop.

Man - How old is your little boy?

What I Should Have Said - 1 year. Excuse me, Mr. Coffeeshop owner, may I have more cream?

What I Said - 17 months.

Apparently, what I said was an invitation.

Man - What's his name?

What I Should Have Said - Ander. I'm sorry, but I have to get back to my work now.

What I Said - Andersen.

Man - Oh, but what did you just call him? Ander? Well, isn't that odd? Like Anderson Cooper? People call him Andy? No? Well, they will, whether you like it or not. You just watch. Andy, hey little fella. Hey Andy.

Man - So what's he going to be when he grows up, a doctor?

What I Should Have Said - I don't know. Sorry, I really have to get back to work.

What I Said - I don't know.

Man - As long as he doesn't become a lawyer.


It went on and on. Apparently, all women politicians are crap. LSU is crap and Tulane is great. If you get in trouble in high school for cheating, you should just stop going to class. In your divorce, you should tell the other lawyer off just for existing. My child was clearly being obnoxious, because he said "please" and "thank you" and that is, just so you know, him "playing" me. Oh, and I shouldn't give him that empty lead pencil and piece of paper so he can be like mommy, because he might poke his eye out and want to become a lawyer. And did I really just feed him cinnamon roll for breakfast? What about fruit? Didn't I think he needed juice in his sippy cup? Wow, am I really going to make him say thank you or not give him more of the cinnamon roll (his second breakfast, BTW)?

I kept turning away and trying to work, and the creepy guy just kept talking to me. There were tons of people in the coffee shop, all working, and they were clearly annoyed by him, too.

Why do I attract crazy people? And why do they think that they are entitled to comment on my parenting? Sigh, sigh, sigh.

I really need to work on the pop-squish.


Monday, August 6, 2007

So Many Children

We had a really nice time seeing John and Misty (and their two lovely kids) this weekend. Planning was pretty last minute. We cleaned and cooked, and eventually, people started to show up and all went smoothly. But it was scary how many kids were there!

There were babies. There were toddlers. There were preschoolers. There were school-aged children.

Alan decided (smartly) that toys had to stay in the toy room, or the adults would have no room to walk around. (Well, the babies could take toys out, of course, but not toddlers on up.) Of course, the kids didn't love that idea, so much time was spent herding the toys back into the room. Ander and JD, both of whom spend enough time with our toys to know they are usually allowed out, just looked confused. Some of the other kids just seemed to think the grown-ups must be stupid. :) But when clean up time came, I LOVED LOVED LOVED the rule. It might become a new rule in my house.


Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Nose Job

Ander inadvertantly (at least, I presume it was inadvertant :/) hit me in the nose last night.

It still hurts really bad today.