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, 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.