I hate blogger

I can’t even log into blogger, so it looks like my slow and leisurely transition from there to here has received a swift kick in the rear. Anyway. I love my new laptop. I am sitting in the hallway waiting for my french class and typing this while on my schools wireless connection. Ahhhhh bliss.

B. adores school. Although it’s only been two days, he seems to think he has become an expert and I don’t know what I I’m talking about I am very proud of him though. Again I know it’s complete cliche, but he is growing up so fast. Well better run class is starting!

Trying something new

In a couple of ways First new thing: I’ve gotten a laptop!!! Yay!!! Ostensibly for school, but a little fun can’t hurt. Secondly, I’ve signed up with a loss support board. Hopefully this will help me deal with the anger I’ve been feeling. Let’s hope I don’t choke on the ‘babydust’. Third and final, I’m trying the new blogger beta. Let’s hope I don’t end up hurling new laptop across the room in frustration.

School for me starts Monday, for B. on Tuesday. Wish me luck!

It’s that time of year again folks! Yep school starts in these parts next week. So I spent my day yesterday in a flurry of school supply purchasing, with one distinct difference. I bought supplies for my baby to start Kindergarden. I am so not ready for this. He’s my baby! My itty bitty! My tiny five pound boy that I brought home *only* five years ago! (Never mind that he’s over 60 lbs now. I don’t care ) I guess the important part is that he is completely excited. I got all of his supplies, including a new Spiderman backpack. He has a Dora one we bought last year, but I didn’t want the kids to make fun of him for a pink and purple backpack, so Spiderman it is. One item on the list shocked me. They required him to get a pair of headphones for computer work. In Kindergarten! I didn’t touch a computer in school until my junior year of high school. My typing class in high school was on typewriters!! (stop laughing, I’m not even 30 yet) My vague memories of kindergarten consist of fingerpainting and storytime. My son will be on computers and have homework. Wow. Well to console myself I got a new backpack for me too Nothing like retail therapy to help offset childish pouting. While I am excited for him, I just want him to be *mine* a little bit longer. I know it’s completely cliche, but he is growing so fast. Oh well.

I found this cool service and thought I would shar…

I found this cool service and thought I would share it with the book lovers out there at www.librarything.com you can create an online catalog for your books. It is so, so simple to do. It gives you an area to look up the books, I’ve been doing it by ISBN number, and compiles a catalog listing. It only took me 15-20 minutes to enter in 65 books. (sadly, not even a dent in my collection) So check it out if your interested!

In other news, is there a company anywhere out there where there isn’t catty backstabbing and general bi*ching? Is it that unusual to not want to be a part of that? I really, really don’t want to deal with this crap. I don’t have the time to! Yeesh. Can I say again that I am so glad I work the night shift and only have to deal with said bitchy backstabbers for an hour a day? Good gravy.

A little over a week until school starts. For me and my baby. Eep. (My *baby* is going to school?!?!? I did *not* authorize this people!)

Oh and I’ve noticed that the new template looks like crap in IE, but it looks great in Firefox and that’s what I’m using. And since I don’t have any idea how to fix it, I guess y’all are stuck for a while

edited to add: I read to fast to keep updating that durn side bar but lets see, in the last couple of days I read Shades of Earl Grey by Laura Childs, A Quiche Before Dying by Jill Churchill and finished Queen of the Damned. Can you guess what I do at night when the calls slow down to nothing?

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You are an Iris:You are logical, analytical, dignified, and wise. You are studious by nature and may prefer books to people. You tend to be a serious person but are capable of making others laugh with your dry sense of humor. Friends always benefit from your advice.Symbolism: Over the centuries the iris has come to symbolize faith, wisdom, hope, and promise in love.
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The Noble PrincessYou are just and fair, a perfectionist with a strong sense of proper decorum. You are very attracted to chivalry, ceremony and dignity. For the most part you are rather sensible, but you are also very idealistic.Role Models: Guinevere, Princess Fiona (of Shrek)You are most likely to: Get kidnapped by a stray dragon.
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Things you do when you wake up way to friggin earl…

Things you do when you wake up way to friggin early:
1. redecorate blog (check)
2. remove any trace of your family’s name from said blog because you’re a paranoid weirdo (check)
3. clean the house (umm, yea, I’m working on that, really)

New Job

So I’ve gotten a new job.  I think I like it so far.  The schedule works much better for school, I just have to get used to working nights. 

 I think I’m up for the worst mom of the year award.  Again.  Last Wednesday or Tuesday, A. shoved a pebble up his nose.  It wasn’t a large pebble (good thing, because it isn’t a large nose)  I decided to just let it be, figuring his body would work it out on it’s own.  Then comes Saturday, and A. goes down for a nap.  This poor child wakes up and is completely not himself.  He’s lethargic, clingy and lovey.  A. is never clingy.  He is the most independant little boy I’ve ever met.  So I’m snuggling him and he leans back, gazes pitifully into my eyes and proceeds to throw up all over me.  My first thought is that the dratted pebble is poisoning him and he’s going to die a slow horrible death.  So I rouse Other Half, and have him take A. into the ER.  He has to take him because I can’t have the Dr’s thinking that I’m a Bad Mother!  It turns out the pebble had worked his way out of his system.  He just had a virus.  <sigh>

 Note to self: get all the paperwork together so I can get B. registered.  Preferably *before* school starts. 

I’m so tired right now. I’m sitting at work, with…

I’m so tired right now. I’m sitting at work, with an hour and 10 minutes to go trying not to fall asleep. I don’t even know why I’m writing a blog except for the fact that possibly by forcing my fingers to move I may be able to keep myself awake. The drive home should be a blast.

I miss my kids. I had W. take them to the sitters when he went to work just so I could get enough sleep. I think it’s the fact that 99% don’t want to talk to a CSR at 10:53 at night. I think my husband has multiple personalities. He goes from being a sweet, loving, engaged human being to a complete friggin ass hole. I go from swearing that as soon as I’m done with my education and have a good job I’m leaving his ass and taking my kids with me to hey it would be a great idea to have a third kid (if I can even get pregnant again, and assuming I can carry the child anywhere near 40 weeks)

I so need to organize my books. I have less than a month till school starts, so I’d like to read some more fun stuff before I’m back in my $4,000/semester prison. I got my parking pass today, so at least that is taken care of. Well I think I am going to take my fried brain and go have a cigarette. yea.

This day has been slowly going to crap. It starte…

This day has been slowly going to crap. It started off this morning with A. shoving a pebble up his nose. Yes. Up. His. Nose. I tried prying it out with my fingernail, but he shoved my hand out of the way and shoved his finger (which fits much better than mine) up his nose. The pebble got shoved so far up that I couldn’t get it out at all. yay.

Later I get to work and my mother e-mails me that she is going to be a grandma again. More yay. My brothers marriage has been rocky to say the least, and my would have been due date is in 6 days. I read the e-mail and promptly burst into tears. I know I’m being stupid, and oversensitive, but that just pushed me over the edge. So now I’m a teary weepy mess and all I want to do is curl into a ball and cry. I can’t wait for this day to be over with.