Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Under Construction

Please bear with me. My site is under construction.

Also, I am having a crisis.

 My baby is leaving in exactly seven days for boot camp. SEVEN DAYS, PEOPLE! I may not be posting very much. We just had his going away party this past Saturday and now we are preparing to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas in one fell swoop. So, Harry Thankmas or Meppy Chrisgiving and I'll see you when I see you.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Poor BTK. he has to suffer so much humiliation. Every time his *mother* Sissy puts his Snuggie on him he immediately falls over and refuses to move. Perhaps it's from embarrassment. Perhaps it's because his mother has a matching Snuggie in pink. Whatever it is, as soon as that thing comes off, he disappears for quite some time. Odd.

Poker Face ReMix

I love Funny or Die. When I need a little pick me up, I immediately go for the funny these guys provide. The latest? Christopher Walken doing Lady Gaga's Poker Face.

OMG. It's almost as good as his skit on SNL. What would make it better? More cowbell.

Some of my other favorites from funnyordie.com are "The Landlord" and "Good Cop, Baby Cop."

You're welcome.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Another picture of my lunch date. Little Perry is THE BEST baby. And I can say that because I don't live with him.

My lunch date today is THE best cure for the Wednesday blahs.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

I think I have to kill my boss ... or Please bathe me in Lysol

So, yesterday Boss calls in to the office to tell me he won't be in because he's sick and has a fever. To this, I reply, "Okay. Please stay there. Oh, and hope you get better soon."

I'm fully expectant he won't be in today either. But what do my wondering eyes see? Boss comes in waving a piece of paper around in the air saying, "I'm done." What? "I'm done." I also note he's in jeans and a sweatshirt. Coupled with the "I'm done" statement, I am now thinking I am going to have a new boss because he has been summarily let go. Has he been laid off? Not possible in this business. Fired? He hasn't screwed anything up, to my knowledge. Quit? It's definitely a possibility, but I think I would have some advanced notice of that was going down. Little did I know exactly how nefarious that statement would be to me.

When asked for clarification on the "I'm done" statement, Boss reveals he most likely has SWINE FLU.

* Image from here

Is he nuts? Does he know what he has done? I only have so much hand sanitizer on my desk. I certainly don't have enough to baste my entire being with, much less wipe down every surface in our shared space. I have no Lysol on hand, either. What to do? Why is he here? He said he had to locate some paperwork. ACCCKK! Boss could have called me. I would gladly have looked for said paperwork and left it out somewhere for him ... like in his parking space. Then, I know I wouldn't have to possibly come into contact with piggy germs that are probably right now gathering into formation in the air duct above my head. I can hear their little microbial feet marching, the leader calling cadence just waiting for the attck signal.

Why? Why me? I was just sitting here, minding my own business and WHAM! I am subjected to a dastardly communicable disease for which I have not been immunized because I am not a member of a "high-risk" group. Yay for me. I shall now sit here and look up schematics for a hyperbaric chamber to seal myself off from the rest of the world, 'cause if I don't get the H1N1 out of this, no one else is getting the chance to infect me.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to Sam's to find the largest can of disenfectant I can find ...

Monday, November 2, 2009

Happy Birthday, Sissy!

I can't believe it, but my baby is 16 years old today.

It seems like just yesterday you were too impatient to wait for the doctor, waiting just long enough for him to run in the room and catch you. Growing up, you've always been the one to march to her own theme song (Deet deet deet doo doot deet deet). Over the years, we've watched you go from sitting on the stage staring at your feet, arms crossed while everyone else danced around you at your first recital to starring in a one act play in an Advanced Drama class.

I hope in the years to come, you start to understand all of the decisions we as parents have made. It has been our hope all along that you grow into a kind, considerate, loving person. Please keep this in mind on the days we make decisions with which you don't agree. So far, I think we've done a pretty good job.

So, on this most important milestone in your life, I hope everything goes your way, your theme song wins an Emmy and you keep striving to not be the girl on the floor, staring at her toes while everyone else dances around you. We love you and hope you have a Happy 16th Birthday.