Crappy Poo Year!

I will start off with saying simply that I hate New Years Eve.

I despise New Years to the very core of my being.  I'm the type of person who would gratefully take the shift at work on New Years Day.  I stay up until midnight, but I don't get sloppy drunk or stay out until 5 am.  I'm usually at home with my family watching the ball drop in Times Square on tv.

The last time I was out on New Years was in college.  The first year I went out for New Years, I got kicked out of the bar for falling asleep at our table.  The second time I went out for New Years, I got kicked out of the bar for punching my boyfriend's (now my husband) roommate because he stepped on my foot.

My dislike for New Years really has no rooting or reason for being.  As a kid, my sister and I had fun banging pots and pans on our balcony at midnight, screaming "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"  Nothing terrible ever happened to me on New Years.  I just don't like it.

People make too much of a stink about New Years.  It's used as an excuse to get blazing drunk and act like an idiot.  (I'm proof of that those two years I went out in college).  People use it as an excuse to start anew, to make resolutions, out with the old and in with the new.  I don't see why we need one day a year to tell us to do these things.  Why not decide to lose weight on June 16th, or quit smoking on September 8th, or decided to change your life and the direction you're heading in on March 13th?  Why December 31st/January 1st?

Crappy Poo Year everyone!  Hope you all have a lovely evening and a prosperous new year!  BLEH!

Have you seen this hot sauce?

I must have missed the prohibition notice.  A couple of months ago, Chipotle Tabasco sauce disappeared from the shelves in my town.  Not a single grocery store, gas station, department store, outlet, etc has this hot sauce.

It's my favourite hot sauce.  Steak just doesn't taste the same without it.  Bleh.

This is reason #45,659 why I dislike small town life.  Don't get me wrong, most days I love it, but when you have to drive 4 hours away to the next town to see if they have hot sauce, well, that just borders on redonkulous!

I often order things on-line.  I haven't purchased underwear in this Province in about 4 years.  I either order it on-line, or wait until we take a big shopping trip to the next Province over.

Back to the hot sauce.  Seriously, I do not know why my town suddenly does not carry Chipotle Tabasco.  The Tabasco website assures me that this product does indeed still exist.  My town is just Chipotle-less.  BOOO!

Great... now I want steak... and new underwear.

Happy Festivus!

This is me airing my grievance!

Today, while it was puking down snow, E, H and I were walking through the parking lot at Safeway.  We were walking behind a truck that kept stopping for people.  We ended up catching up to him and passing him.  He wanted to turn left, but we were in his way.  His brakes squeaked one last time.  I looked up to see an exasperated look on his face and his hand fly up in annoyance.

So yeah.  I was supposed to wait for him to pass while we got sticky, wet, cold snow dumped on us.

Instead of giving him a dirty look back, I just smiled and politely waved to him my thanks for being so "patient".

So my grievance is: DUDE!  Lighten up!  You're in a crowded parking lot, in a snow storm, 2 days before Christmas... really... this is expected.

Happy Festivus, kids!

Anyone know a good geneticist?

So, maybe I'm not one and done after all!  M finally admitted that he'd fallen in love with the name Oliver.  Before we knew that H was a girl, I spent several weeks trying to convince M that if we had a boy, his name would be Oliver.  M doesn't like the nickname "Ollie", so the whole name didn't sit well with him.  I like it. :)

I said that since he likes the name Oliver now, we should try for another baby so that we can have our Oliver.  M said that since there is no guarantee we'd have a boy, and since he's 2 for 2 in the girl department, we're done.

So, does anyone know a good geneticist?  I WANT MY OLIVER!!!

I Hate You Pampers... and Hilary Duff!

I just did what every mom loves to do at 4am.  Change crib sheets!  It was super fun to do in the dark while H watched.  Now she's wide the eff awake!  She won't go back to sleep.  I've been struggling to get her back to sleep for the last hour.  I'm out in the living room blogging while I see if she'll sort herself out and go back to sleep, because it's evident that I cannot strong-arm her into it.  12 hours protection, my left nut!

It smells like perfume out here.  I'm so wildly allergic.  I've been popping Advil like it's candy to try and keep the inevitable migraine away.  It's "Wrapped With Love" by Hilary Duff.  One of E's lovely friends (I truly mean it when I say "lovely". This girl is so sweet and kind.) gave her a bottle of it for her 13th birthday, yesterday.  It smells super nice when it's in the bottle.  Not so much when eight 13 year old girls douse themselves in it.

So I want to send a big "FUCK YOU VERY MUCH!" out into the universe to Pampers and Hilary Duff!

okthxbai


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