The online diary of a 27 year-old mother of one who is still trying to find out what she really wants to do with her life.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Xanax anyone?

Well, jury duty is officially over, and basically I just sat around on my ass all day only to finally be called at the end of the day - but then oh wait, never mind case dismissed.

The Little Prince's birthday party is coming up on the 18th. And already little rumblings are starting to occur. I can feel it. It's the OCD fast approaching.

Whenever we're going to have company. And I literally mean anyone over, I go nuts. Everything!Must!Be!In!Order! Like today, a friend had mentioned coming over so that we could take our kids to the pool, but I wasn't sure if she was really going to and so I hadn't vacuumed or swept the floors, so I just met her outside rather than inviting her in when she pulled up. And for this birthday bash? I've already started to formulate my cleaning plan, and ordered a bookcase from Pottery Barn because goddamn, I really need to organize the play area (read: small corner) of our house. Not to mention the nervousness I feel when I look at the area rug in the living room that needs to be cleaned and I have to get a hold of myself not to beg Chouchou to clean it whenever he's home and dammit, who does he think he is to go out to a Wizard's game when there's only 10 days and 17 hours left until our guests arrive?!?!

UGH! Men!

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

We the Jury

Come Thursday, I'll be having me some jury duty.

My two hopes: Either they'll find me completely biased and throw me off the case whereupon I'll have an afternoon completely to myself, or I'll get something EXCITING!! I'm talking world headlines newsworthy. And I'll be sequestered at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, where I am only allowed to eat room service and watch movies (don't worry, no news!). Also, since they'll want my exposure to the outside world to be limited, I'll be appointed spa services in my room. And lastly, because my contact with the outside world will be limited, I will not be allowed to wake up before noon. Sigh.

On another topic, am I the only person who thinks that scary movies are actually scary. I mean, I can internalize the damn things and think about them for days while simultaneously planning various escapes and fight methods. My husband is watching Saw on Showtime right now, and I can only look up for 30 seconds or less before my heart starts beating faster.

Luckily, my Little Prince has learned how to pat my back and can make me feel all better.

Monday, February 27, 2006

You Love Me Long Time

Umm, yeah. Okay, so this is what always used to happen the one or two times that I would try to keep a real, tangible diary. I get bored. Also, we have now thrown in the factor of the disappearing (from my brain) blogger password and so on and so forth.

But now, I'm back.

I cannot believe that my Little Prince is is almost one year old. He waves bye-bye. He says "ny-ny." He has given us proof that he understands both French and English.

I digress.

Part of my absence was spent thinking up how I could make this site more fun! more exciting! (Conclusion: I have absolutely no idea). With zero technological skills to speak of, I'm kind of at a loss here. I'll plead to let the content speak for itself, who needs all the bells and whistles right?

So, the Little Prince's birthday party will be on the 18th. We have invited close friends and family (though they're too far away) to come for the afternoon. The big question now is, what does one who does not cook, or perform other domestically inclined activities (although clean I do, and do well I must say) do for a party? I have admittedly found a cake that I will attempt to create, but honestly, I'm thinking that the rest of the food will be store bought. And did I mention that the day after his birthday is mine? I guess no one really cares about you turning 28 when your baby turns one. That little bastard gets all the attention.

(The good in me needs to clarify that he is not, in fact, a bastard).

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Car troubles

So, my car failed its fucking inspection. First of all, I never knew that cars ever even had to be inspected until I moved out here. Our first few months here, I kept getting ticketed for not having the inspection sticker, and also for not having the county sticker. But best of all, I still didn't get it! I would get the ticket, yell "what the hell are they talking about?!" but do nothing.

And now this. Though I must admit that it is a bit disconcerting to know that I'm driving around in a car that failed its front break inspection. . . .

Oh, but the most dangerous thing of all internet - I AM DRIVING AROUND WITH A GAS CAP THINGY THAT FAILED DC INSPECTION.

Watch out people - because I'm on the road with this death trap and who knows what type of damage I could inflict.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Anyone? Anyone?

Dear internet,

If anyone bothers to read this site, could you please, please leave a comment? I'd really like to hear from you, and I'd like to know if anyone reads this nonsense.

I know that ideally this is supposed to be an outlet for me, an online diary of sorts. But let's be honest here, I want some attention.



Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Blah blah blah

I am so freakin' tired. And every night I think, okay I have to go to bed early, but I can't seem to get my ass in bed before 11. Already, I'm dreaming of days when I am no longer breastfeeding and can go away for a weekend with friends . . . . And all I will do is sleep.

Anyways, I cannot think of anything fun or witty to write about. At all.

Last night I went out with some girflfriends to reaffirm the fact that no, I cannot drink anymore because I become tipsy after like, say, 2 sips. As I was walking out of the restaurants revolving door, the one drink that I had made me diiizzzzzyyyyy.

Okay, I really am going to bed early tonight. Maybe.

Friday, January 20, 2006

I think I can I think I can . . . . The mighty voyage of front teeth.

So, The Little Prince has slept through the night since right before 3 months until now. And I'm dying. The first two bottom teeth? No big deal, we laughed in the face of those. The top six however that are trying to arrive at the same time - not so much. I mean, what the hell? How long does it take for those suckers to drop? I swear, this has been going on for months. "oh, oh, oh, they're almost out! Nevermind, they're not. Oh, here they come again!" and so on and so forth. Just come out already! Because I NEED SLEEP, and preferably more than a couple hours at a time. And if I wasn't already going to hell, I am now because let's just say that I am not the most pleasant person when woken up mere hours after falling into a deep slumber. Just ask my husband. He can be found signing me up for an anger management course.