On the bright side.

I started the morning by brushing my teeth with my face wash. I had to sew my bra up in order to wear it… again.  I then came over to the computer to see a new comment on my blog (see Sleepy Tuesday’s comment by Anonymous at Imnottelling at gmail.com) who then pointed out how annoying my blogs are. And if you look at my blogs it’s true, that’s really annoying. So my teeth taste gross and my favorite bra sucks and my English major ego is bruised. BUT, I got a new shirt at Target in the 75% Clearance aisle for only 3.15 and I really dig it.

Sleepy Tuesday

Well I am back from Kansas. AND I AM POOPED! I had a good time though I can’t actually confirm that Eric has indeed graduated High School. I didn’t see his ceremony nor did I see his diploma, but I did drink many many Boulevard Wheats on his behalf. I do believe that I love my nephew Mr. Ben even more than before if possible.  He is SOOO freaking cute. Ella is kickin’ it with the Hall’s right now. I called today and she didn’t want to talk to me. This is what I imagine going through her head: Grandma Amy, “Ella, it’s your mommy on the phone!” Ella thinks, “Jeez, mom. I’m on vacation, give me a break.” Ella says, “Tell hewr I tawk to hewr latewr.” Hmph. I got to work to some dude looming around the shelter, shaking the doors and looking around. I was the only one here in the office building. He freaked me out so much that I had to call the cops and file a police report. Super way to start out the week, eh? Note to guys, it’s never cool to come unannounced and start looking around a safety house for women and children. Regardless of the reason why. It makes the workers FREAK OUT. No news on who the guy was yet. At least he is gone. Anyways, there is an update on me.

Dried fruit

Well, Matt and me really like Minnesota. Obviously, buying a house has got us to put a few roots down here. While we have enjoyed our year here so far, there has been one thing that has hated this move. My car. I/we drive a 2001 green Kia Rio. It’s been okay so far. Granted it dents whenever I stare at it too long, I even have dents from where my hands are when I shut the trunk. No joke. But it drives and has a cd player. Since September I have put over 2000.00 in repairs in that bad boy. The thing is freaking falling apart. It didn’t have a problem one in Seattle. Plus, I never had to wash it in Seattle, the rain always kept it clean. I was just looking at out in the parking lot. I swear, it’s starting to look like a mechanical green raisin. It’s seriously shriveling up. Oi.

Have a good weekend!

Something Chrissy thinks is FUNNY.

So, this guy’s blog is my new favorite blog. I actually cried a little bit laughing when I read the one about his childhood drawings and the one about his kid’s favorite place to poop. Oh buddy. Funny stuff. Here is the link: http://poopandboogies.blogspot.com/

Oh my.

Does anyone know if that stuff that is suppose to prevent hangovers works? I had a couple of glasses of wine last night while I watched my stories and I had a headache until eight this morning. Okay, I had three glasses of wine. Not the point- I love wine but I don’t like hangovers. THAT’S the point.

A blogg-o for your pleasure-o.

Well, as I am going to Kansas this weekend, I figured I better get a blogg-o in. Here are a couple things on my mind:

• Count down until closing day on our new house. Super Dooper exciting. Yip Yip!
• Ella is going to stay in Kansas for her SUPER FANTASTIC SUMMER VACAY WITH THE GRANDPARENTS! (and other various relatives), I think she is just as excited as me.
• When the National Coalition of Superheroes ask me to join I think I will go with codename: The Bionic Pancreas: She can tell you the time from her pancreas… can you? (my insulin pump has a clock on it)
• Part of our plan to cover the closing costs on our new house was for Matt to sell his plasma until the date. Well, it has been awful. Matt gets sick and REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAlly grouchy everytime he does. We figured out a way to do without making him sell body parts. That’s called trimming the fat. Our budget is very lean, but much better than a bitchy husband. Besides there is room for only one bitch in my house…
• American Idol is tonight, and even though I don’t really care who wins I love the finale!

All right. I right another blog tomorrow.

Sincerely,

The Bionic Pancreas

The dark side of the brain.

Oh, I am so glad it’s Saturday. Work has been unearthing a side of me I’ve never really wanted to see. First of all, let me explain my role at my job. I am Program Support Coordinator at a women’s shelter. So, I recruit and manage the volunteer program, I coordinate all of the donations that come in, and manage the facilities (when stuff breaks I call someone take care of it, negotiate contracts with vendors, yadayada), and because I am the youngest employee at Sojourner, I am, by default, the techie. Until the last couple weeks that part of my job involved turning people’s computers off and on again to fix the problem, or plugging something in. We got a new database at work, and it was decided by the powers above that I would be the configurer, understander, answerer lady. Super. I was an english major. I rarely visit that left side of my brain, and frankly the left side scares me. I’m an abstract thinker, I don’t like logic. Why else would I be married to Matt. Hehe. Okay, just kidding. Back to my story. I’m kickin’ it though. I nearly got it figure out, and while that makes me happy that I can do my job, my brain is tired. I need to go to something stupid now. Maybe lay on the couch and druel.

On a quick sidenote: In the same category as techie dork, I will admit another area of dorkhood I dabble in. Diabetic Equipment. I’m currently trying to upgrade my insulin pump and the one I want is AWESOME!!!! I’ll keep everyone updated if I get it, but let me tell you that if I do get it, I will be even cooler than I am now! It’s that awesome.

Ponderings

Do you ever wonder if people that over tan find themselves standing next to a pile of hotdogs or an orange post-it-note and think, “Hmm, that’s the color of my arm….”

Chrissy’s gettin’ excited!!

Here are a couple of super exciting things for the week:

• Dora Edamame! Individually packed soybeans for school lunches. HOW COOL IS THAT! Ella’s packed lunch menu can now contains these vegetables: baby carrots, green beans, cherry tomatoes and DORA BEANS!! I’M WAY TO EXCITED ABOUT THESE!!! LOOK, I CAN’T QUIT TALKING ABOUT THEM IN CAPS!!!
• Doctor Kracker crackers. They’re soooo yummy and I’m too lazy to link another website.
• SOLD signs on houses. Especially cute little bungalows that I’m in love with.
• Memorial day weekend is just around the corner! Here I come Kansas!
• Matt’s Ipod. In the true nature of my ‘too cool for school’ attitude, I have thwarted something cool for just too long.  Chrissy’s first response: “What? Everyone likes _fill in the blank_ (Ipods, Harry Potter, American Idol, deodorant)? Gross, I hate it. Five years later: I LOVE IT! Yip yip yip!

Okay, that is all.

I swear, my daughter is perfectly normal.

So, I had a nice mother’s day. Matt and Ella made me breakfast in bed, then I had a hour long gab fest with my family. I MAY have gotten a little diva-ish. We went to the art museum for a mother’s day family time event. It was all about Tibetan Monks. We made pictures with the monks, heard the Monks sing, made prayer flags etc. It was neat-o, besides the facts a day with monks doesn’t exactly scream honor your mother with the whole male society thing….  Anyways, this little pretext is all for this story:

Ella has imaginary friends, specifically babies of all sorts. Human babies, baby ponies, Clifford the dog babies, and monster babies. Matt ‘held’ one of her monster babies all the way to the museum.

At the musuem we were sitting drawing pictures of the monk’s important symbols and Matt and Ella decided to draw whatever they wanted. Matt drew Monster babies and Ella drew a Monster dad. A woman came roaming around talking to all the little kids. She came over to Ella and ask her name and what she was drawing. Ella answered, “Monster Daddy” and then Matt tried to explain what the heck she was talking about. Anywho, the woman looked a bit confused but was nice and walked away and went on to talk to other kids. In the meantime, Ella picks up a red crayon and starts drawing all over the Monster Daddy. The woman comes back by and asks Ella more about her picture. Ella replies, “That’s blood. There is blood all over the Monster Daddy.” The woman pretty much gets weirded out big time. Matt and me kind of sat there staring at our pages because we are not sure what we should say. I bet the woman thought Ella was going to start repeating Redrum or spewing pea soup. Anyways, we didn’t say anything and she went on to other kids. After that Ella went on to draw and nice balloon but did the lady come back to see the perfectly normal thing Ella drew? No. Just the totally weird stuff. Did the lady know that Ella just learned about blood from a big cut on her toe. No.  She just saw Ella’s knowledge of blood in the form of a Monster Daddy bloodbath. It was super embarrassing.