I feel like crap!

Kingston bit Destructo and Milhouse and that is the final straw. He bit Destructo so hard that he tore a hole in his pants but he didn't break the skin. But when Milhouse tried to get Kingston away from Destructo, Kingston bit him on the hand, hard. He broke skin that time in two places.

The pooping I can take and the barking at night has pretty much stopped but I will not tolerate biting. Nipping I understand, he's a puppy and he is teething but biting a grown man so hard that it breaks the skin is not nipping.

So we've decided that it may be best to look into getting Kingston a new home. And I feel like crap about that. I really wish that I had read the puppy book before we got the puppy. I really wish that we had thought about this the whole way through before we got the puppy. Now we're in a really crappy situation.

:(

I am so sorry Stinky for messing with your mind and getting you attached to the dog and then taking him away. I am so sorry Baby for getting you a pet when you weren't ready and for having to take away your best friend. I am so sorry Kingston for getting you used to our home and then taking away from everything that you know.

God, I feel like sh*t. :(

My brain ain't what it used to be

I just had my first exam for my GAC and it went crappy. My brain isn't what it used to be. At one point in my life I was really smart, but my mind has lost its ability to retain information. I knew that I was going to do crappy on the exam, I just knew it.

My mind just wasn't able to retain anything that I was reading, even during the exam, I wasn't able to concentrate. I was putting together grocery lists in my head rather than concentrating on the test. I guess maybe my priorities have changed or maybe I am just not into this class. Whatever it is, one thing is clear, this class is a waste of my time.

I have no intention of staying in this field for much longer, so why am I killing myself over this class. I have to seriously think about whether or not I want to keep going or not because right now I am leaning towards dropping out, and that is so not like me.

Fleece Sheets

I am always cold, no joke, I am freezing right now. I think it is my island blood. If the temperature drops below 25 Celsius I am shivering. So given that this is the great white north and it’s winter here for almost 8 months, I am not a happy camper the majority of the time. I have a space heater and blanket in the office. My car has the heat turned on almost all the time, and at home I walk around in sweat pants, sweat shirts and the woolliest socks I can find.

But I can’t sleep in sweats, the pants bunch up around my knees and because the sweat shirts I wear are XXL, the arms then to choke me at night. So come time to crawl into bed, I am crawling into the coldest bed on the planet (or at least that’s what it feels like to me). So I found these fleece sheets that I want to buy and they are on SALE!!

I love sales!

Milhouse won’t let me get them though. It has nothing to do with the price, it’s because as cold as I am he’s always hot. He’d shovel snow in shorts if he could. So because he may sweat to death, he has vetoed my request for fleece sheets. Now he just has to deal with my constant complaining about how cold I am.

When will this day be over?!?!

I started off the day feeling this way and I really want today to end now. I am having a totally and completely yucky day.

• I’m sick and I feel miserable. Someone has stuck cotton balls up my nose, marshmallows in my ears, and hit me on the head with a skillet.
  
• The motherfrickin’ daycare feels the need to send my son home every time they have to change his diaper more than three times in a day. He poops and tinkles – GET OVER IT!! Put on latex gloves and deal with it. I pay you over $1000 a month, earn your damn money.
  
• My boss and his boss are out so I am holding down the fort. This means I spend most of my day dealing with their clients and saying, ‘sorry it’s just me today, I’ll let them know you called/emailed/or stopped by’. I ain’t no secretary but when they’re away I morph into one.
  
• I have to work late. As a result of the mother frickin daycare’s inability to deal with poop, I had to run out of work for an hour and a half to pick up my son and drop him off at my moms and then come back. I have to make up that time now and leave a half an hour later than I normally would, and get jammed up in rush hour because of it.

I just want to crawl into bed and fall asleep but the way this day is going, that is not going to happen for awhile.

What me, too sensitive? Never!

Or maybe I am.

Lately, everyone has been getting on my nerves. I don’t know if it’s just me or if everyone has lost all tactfulness. Just about everyone I speak to or email is coming back with rude, obnoxious, or just plain ignorant responses. I have to bite my tongue from cussing and think of tactful ways to call them jackasses. It gets tedious and things would be easier if they just exercised some elegance.

Am I the only person on the planet that still mines there P’s & Q’s or has politeness gone out the window?

Random Facts About Me:

Just cause its Tuesday…..

1. I rely on spell check way too much. I’m getting lazy and letting the computer fix my mistakes instead of doing it myself.

2. I drink watered down instant coffee. In the morning I make a cup of instant coffee with 6 sugars. By the time I get halfway through my mug, its cold, so I just refill my cup with hot water, I don’t add anymore coffee or sugar though. I do this about three times a day, everyday.

3. I spend the majority of my day bare foot. Yes, I work in an office and yes, I wear shoes when I am walking around (sometimes). But when I sitting at my desk, I am barefooted.

4. I have no patience for stupid people. My time is too precious to waste on truly dumb people.

5. I always have a piece of paper and a pen on hand. I have all kinds of random thoughts running through my head and sometimes I manage to catch a few and write them down.

I ain't no girlie girl...part 2

How girlie are you ?

[ ] You own over 10 bottles of nail polish
[x] You own/owned perfume that cost over $60
[x] You had/have fake nails
[ ] You have more body/hair products than you can use
[ ] You have enough clothes to cover an entire refugee camp
[ ] You have enough pictures to create your own wallpaper
Total: 2

Do you:
[ ] Have a hair color that is not your natural color
[x] "blonde moments" at least once a day
[ ] Constantly keep your phone at your side
[x] Dance around in your room when nobody else is home
[ ] Refuse to go out in public without makeup
Total So Far: 4

DO YOU ADORE:
[ ] Makeup
[ ] Glitter
[ ] The color pink
[x] Shopping
[ ] Jewelry
[ ] Mirrors
[ ] Chick flicks
[x] Shoes
[ ] Rainbows
[ ] Unicorns
[ ] Disney Movies
[ ] Candles
[x] Flowers
[ ] Stuffed Animals
[x] Purses
Total So Far: 8

DO YOU SHOP AT:
[ ] American Eagle
[ ] Warehouse
[ ] Abercrombie & Fitch
[ ] Coast
[ ] Claire's
[ ] Express
[ ] Garage
[ ] MAC
[ ] Sephora
[ ] Bebe
Total So Far: 8

DO YOU SAY:
[x] Whatever
[x] Oh God
[x] Bitch
[x] Hun
[ ] That's hot
[ ] Really though
[ ] Darling
[ ] Psh
[ ] Cutie
[ ] Hottie
[x] Totally
[ ] For Sure
[ ] Skank
[ ] Fabulous
[ ] Fantastic
Total So Far: 13

Do You Read:
[ ] Seventeen
[ ] Cosmopolitan
[ ] Glamour
[ ] Marie Claire
[ ] Elle Girl
[ ] Teen Vogue
[ ] People
[ ] Us Weekly
[x] Star
[ ] Self
[x] PerezHilton.com
[ ] Dlisted.com
[ ] 17online.com
[ ] people.com
[ ] usmagazine.com
[ ] popsugar.com
[ ] Pink Is The New Blog.com
Total So Far: 15

You Love These Movies:
[ ] Legally Blonde
[ ] Elizabethtown
[ ] Mean Girls
[x] Now & Then
[x] The Notebook
[ ] A Walk to Remember
[ ] Sweet Home Alabama
[ ] Where the Heart is
[ ] Just my luck
[ ] John Tucker Must Die
[ ] Centerstage
[ ] Bring it On
[x] How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
[ ] Mona Lisa Smile
[ ] My Girl

Total So Far: 18

Are you Addicted to...
[ ] LOST
[ ] America's Next Top Model
[ ] Project Runway
[ ] Desperate Housewives
[ ] The Simple Life
[ ] PCD present: GiRLiCiOUS
[ ] 8th & Ocean
[ ] Grey's Anatomy
[ ] The O.C.
[ ] Laguna Beach/The Hills
[ ] House
[ ] Gilmore Girls
[ ] Veronica Mars
TOTAL: 18

COUNT UP HOW MANY YOU CHECKED. THAT IS YOUR PERCENTAGE

I'm:18% Girlie?!??!?!

Ah duh, I could’ve told you that!!

New premise of this blog...

Since I started the other blog which is pretty much going to focus on my life as a mommy and wife, I figured I would dedicate this blog to ME!

You'll notice some changes, firstly with the layout. I think this one is more me, but I am finicky and I may change it to something else in a little while. And the content. I am going to focus more on the things that I like, and my life outside my roles as mother and partner.

Mind you, I am still a mother and wife so those things may creep into my entries at times.

Hope you like it and feel free to take a gander at melidworld.com and let me know what you think.

New Blog Updates

• The new layout is up ~ THANKS KEVIN!!
• Started blogging on it but the entries are coming in pretty slow.
• Trying to figure out how to encorporate Foodie Fanatic into it, rather than having a completely seperate blog.
• Still trying to figure out how to get my blog roll on it, the way I like.

Will keep you updated on my progrees, but feel free to check it out.

Lest We Forget

I will re-post this on November 11. But in memory of those that were lost on this day, 7 years ago and all those that have fallen since…

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

I ain’t no girlie girl

This weekend I discovered I have lost my girliness. At one point I was a girlie girl, I could rock the high high heels, the make up and the mini dress. Not anymore. Twice this weekend I had to get all gussied up and I was at a total loss. It didn’t help that on Friday my dress was a crumpled mess because I didn’t have time to iron it and on Saturday my dress ripped. I needed help walking in my shoes, and they weren’t even that tall and my make up looked like it had been put on by a blind elephant. I took it all as signs from the Gods that maybe just maybe I should just stick to my sweat pants and flip flops. And when I feel like dressing up, I should put on a nice t-shirt.

You think that would fly??

Holy Camoley Batman!!

First grade is scary!! My niece start grade one on Tuesday and she was all ready but I don’t think I was.

There are all these things that pop into your head, all these scary things are and how she was going to handle them. OK they are not that terribly frightening for an adult but for a six year old…

The bus:

Where is going to sit?
Who is she going to sit with?
What is going to happen when she gets off the bus?
Would she know what bus to get on when its time to leave?
Would she know what stop to get off on or would she be wondering some strange street in search of her mommy?

Lunchtime:

Who would she eat lunch with?
Would she eat her lunch?
Friends
Is she going to make friends?
How is going to handle bullies?
Are there cliques in grade 1 or does everyone just get along?

Recess:

Would the older kids pick on her?
Who would she play with?
What if she doesn’t have anyone to play with?

Ai 1st grade is so scary!!

P.S. She did wonderfully

OK, I realize that I was freaking out over nothing. My niece had a great first day and *knock wood* she is liking school.
But really what did I expect, she’s a genius and a super friendly kid. I know she’ll do awesome.

2 years ago today....

Matches married gunpowder and there was a big

BOOM!!!

And its been fiyah eva since!!

Happy Anniversary Milhouse!!

I LOVE YOU!!!

You're lucky it's Tuesday!

Sucky, Sucky, Sucky

1. None of my clothes fit. I have two choices. I can either wear huge dresses that make me look 100 months pregnant or clothes that are too tight and make me look 100 months pregnant. I usually opt for the huge dresses.
   
2. I think my brain has turned into a giant mushball and I have lost any intelligence that I once possessed. Sometimes I listen to myself and I can’t believe this is me talking. It’s not mommy brain and it’s not even blondism, it is just mush ballism.
   
3. My boss has made it mandatory that I take a class after work. I really don’t want to take it. It is from 6om to 10pm so I miss out on an entire evening with my son. They are paying my tuition so that part is OK, but I really don’t want to go.
   
4. Further to #3, those stupid classes fall on the same night as the one and only exercise class that I wanted to take. Now I can’t go and I am really ticked about it.
   
5. I burned my hand pouring tea this morning. I’m fine but it still stings.

I need clothes!

The friggin’ weather has decided to switch into fall mode in August and as a result I am freezing my butt off. I feel so bad going out and buying clothes though. I would rather go out and get some fall stuff for beybee than go out and get stuff for me. Plus there’s the whole budget thing. When I go shopping I tend to go overboard and then when its time to pay some bills I am screwed. So I made a list of things that I will need for fall and hopefully this keeps me on track.

2 pairs of pants (one black and one dark grey)
4 – 5 work appropriate t-shirts (I hate button down shirts, I have been getting away with t-shirts for a while and I am hoping to keep getting away with them)
2 – 3 light sweaters (I like layers)
1 black cardigan (but not an old lady one)

It doesn’t look like much but believe me this is going to come to at least $200! GGGGRRRRRR!!!!!

A whole bunch of randomness!

I have a whole bunch of thoughts swimming around in my head right now and I just can’t seem to get them organized. As a result I have eaten half a book of veggie thins and am feeling yucky.

Here are my issues:

Beybee is still on the bottle -

According to my mother of all toddler books, beybee should be weaned off the bottle by now. But I just can’t do it. Does this mean that I am a bad mom? Am I scarring my child for life? Will he grow up and accumulate so outlandish therapy bill because he wasn’t weaned by 15 months?? I just wanna be a good mommy!!

Potty training 101 -

Beybee has started squatting when he goes poo. He walks over to the potty, opens it up and sits on it and when nothing happens he walks away. These are all signs that he is ready to be potty trained (as per the book) but it doesn’t say exactly how to potty train. Am I supposed to put him into training pants? How long is he supposed to sit on the potty for? Should I take the potty to daycare and have him use it there too? Also, what if I am misinterpreting his queues and he’s not ready? But what if I am not misinterpreting his queues and he is ready and I don’t start training him? Once again, I just wanna be a good mommy.

I’m blech!

I hate my hair and I’m fat!

A picture says a million words

What does this one say?

Yummy mummy

Yummy Mummy (as defined on Urban Dictionary)
An attractive, healthy, and very sexy mother! Usually a young woman or sometimes a really gorgeous and hot middle aged mother. Yummy mummies usually wear trendy clothes, have great hairstyles and always look fabulous.

Beybee’s daycare has a lot of these. I am not one of them but I am definitely a frumpy mummy next to them. I prefer sweat pants to dress pants and haven’t worn high heels since before I was pregnant (beybee is 15 months old! You do the math). Heck, I’m wearing flip flops now and I am dreading Fall because I won’t be able to wear them anymore. The yummy mummies at the daycare have toned physiques and are always immaculately coiffed with the snazziest clothes & beautiful shoes.

My question is – how do they do it? The days aren’t long enough for me to get everything that I need to get done, done. My days are comprised on getting up at the break of dawn (6:30am!!! The alarm goes off at 6am but I just can’t do that), then its into warp speed to get ready for work, get beybee ready for daycare and get our butts out of the house by 7:10am to beat the morning traffic. After a 9 hour work day and a 30 minute commute (each way), its home to make dinner, give beybee a bath, play for a bit, and then bedtime. Once beybee is in bed I shower, and eat – then I clean (as best as I can) and pack up lunches for the next day and then sleep. Repeat process.

I don’t have the time or energy to get my hair and nails done. Nor do I have to time to get my flabby butt to the gym or even workout at home. So to all you yummy mummies out there – how do you it?!? Please share your secret with us frumpies.

God, I hate sunny days!

OK – no I don’t. I do however hate sunny days when I am at work and beybee is at daycare. Today would be a perfect day for Milhouse to fill up the orange dino pool and for us to be splashing around. But no, instead I am stuck in an office that thinks its an igloo and beybee is fighting with Gabby for a ball. This just so sucks, and to make things even worse it’s supposed to rain this weekend.

UUUGGGHHH!!!

Follow up – Crazy A$$ Horse

Hubby, Baybee & Stinky went to the petting zoo yesterday to pay another visit to the animals but I didn't go. The horse trauma stopped me from going anywhere near the petting zoo. So I stayed at home with Auntie and worked on dinner.

When they came back they had news about the horse that snapped at me. Apparently the crazy horse was segregated from the other horses and donkeys. It seems that he has been nipping at a lot of people, not just me. So they moved him into his own pen away from everything.

Which made me wonder – what happened to this horse that made it so angry? Was it tormented constantly over the last little while or is it just a mean spirited horse? And what’s going to happen now. The petting zoo can’t keep a horse around little kids that keeps snapping, can they? What happens if someone gets bitten?

I am going to do some research and find out what happens to animals in this situation.