59 posts tagged “little t”
- Dishes. Yesterday was the first time in weeks that the kitchen was clean. There are a few dishes to do then the kitchen will be clean again! It's like Christmas.
- Finish and Hang the poster boards for the Token system. Yesterday I got the final one written out now I just need to go over it in marker and presto! it's done.
- Call PCC. Actually that's already done. Found out some things I needed to know and now I know them and because I know them I need to...
- Print out another Transcript request form from Plymouth and another application from PCC.
- Drink coffee. Even though I used the rest of the half n' half in the (lumpy) mashed potatoes last night.
- Mail stuff. ie. Transcript Request form and Application.
- Call Sister repeatedly until she answers to wish her a HAPPY FREAKIN' 35th BIRTHDAY!!
- Feed the kid at some point.
- Shower at some point.
- Possibly go to Target to get stuff for a New Baby Basket for the neighbors. (It was the boyfriends idea... well kind of. I'd thought of it too but never thought to mention it to him because he doesn't do that sort of thing, anyway, I was impressed.)
- Enjoy the day!! It's not even 70 degrees out. I love warm weather but lately it's been pretty fucking hot so this is definitely a nice change.
I've spent approximately 500 and a half hours dicking around online today.
I didn't do anything I wanted to do.
Just fucked around online.
That's the problem with this Netbook. I love it so much I don't want to not use it and it doesn't fuck with my back because I don't have to sit on a yoga ball to use it.
I do need to get ready for work though. Just as soon as Little T is out of the shower. Fuck I should check my phone too. I'm sure Jolene has tried to call me.
My best friend may be moving to Boston.
And now I'm talking to him on the phone.
Peace out kids.
Horribly Hideous:
Irregular Periods: I'm about 12 days late. Last time I was 12 days late, I didn't worry about it but it was also over a year ago and I wasn't having the amount of sex that I'm having now. I've had irregular periods my entire life... my uterus hates me.
Illnesses: I've been sick for the past week basically. Nothing to bad, just a cold. At one point it was a pretty bad cold, complete with low grade fever, chills and everything. Nothing I can't handle. I credit my mom for forcing me to go to school even when I felt like poo-on-toast for my ability to now put up with the worst colds. My boss on the other hand doesn't like me coughing all over everything and has sent me home early a few times. Which is cutting into my hours. Yuck.
Cheesy 80's songs stuck in my head.
Heavenly Happiness:
Clean Sheets: I FUCKING LOVE sleeping on a clean, fresh made bed. It's like heaven.
Failing pregnancy tests: 'Nuff Said. (Just incase.)
Completing To Do Lists: We have a white board in our kitchen and at some point I decided to start putting my To Do list on it. (At least all the kid appropriate things... though on several occasions I've wanted to write the Terrorist's name on it.) Since I've been using this board... I seem to get so much shit done. Like last night, I wrote my dad a 4 page letter without thinking about it. (I'm probably just being really motivated lately and using the board as an excuse why... but really who cares as long as I'm getting the shit done!)
Plug-in Sex Toys: Okay, to be honest I'm actually kind of scared by this one. The magic wand came via Ups yesterday but by the time it came I had already "enjoyed myself" and it was getting on in the day so I didn't test it out aside from a quick plug in/turn on to check out just how strong this suckah is. It's fucking strong. The T did the same thing when he got home from work, then informed me that he's going to tie me up and use it on me. :-) Wonder how much it costs to soundproof a room?
New Books: I ran to Powell's yesterday to get some new books and they were having a sale. I can't say no to a sale. I spent a bit more than intended but I'll be good in the book department for awhile...
This is what I got...
I'm seriously late.
Gotta go get ready for work. Have a GREAT day kids.
Ugh.
I woke up with that song in my head. At 530a.
Now I can't get it out.
I've been sick the past couple of days and I think I was running a mild fever. I think that fever broke this morning around 530a. I woke up and immediately sat up (like they do on movies) then got out of bed, took out my contacts, went pee, tried to go back to sleep and realized that that wasn't going to happen and I was probably just keeping the T awake by coughing and blowing my nose all the time. So I got out of bed again, took a shower, and here I am. I'm totally ready to go back to bed, too! But little T needs to get on the bus in an hour so I figured I'll just wait for that then I'll crawl back in bed and take a nap.
Actually...
Fuck that.
I can get a good 30-40 mins before the T's alarm clock goes off.
I'm going to bed.
The dishes are done, there are brownies cooling on the stove and in the dining room is a bag fill of home crafted Valentine goodies waiting to be distributed to the kids in little T's class.
What the fuck is going on?
I was talking to my sister about kid/adult/relationship/mom stuff today. Sometimes my sister really amazes/surprises me. She actually made chocolate lollipops for her kids class. Who the fuck makes chocolate lolipops?!?! We both have the mentality that we want to send the kids to school with the coolest treats because our mom never did shit like that when we were in school. Ever. Not that my mom isn't a good lady. She is and I love her dearly but she was never the Betty Crocker type mom.
It's been awhile and I'm a bit late but we're due for the latest edition of "A year ago today I..." Actually it wasn't a year ago, it was a year from last Thursday. It was my first date with the Terrorist. I went over to his house, he made dinner, we ate, drank mulled wine and watched a movie. I was kinda nervous. I recall sitting outside of his house and calling Lesley.
Holy shit, I've been fucking one person for over a year. Yeah, I totally put out on the first date and if memory serves me correctly, which I know it does, I made the first move. Made out with him in the kitchen... it was hot! It still is too.
Speaking of sex... this weekend was an awesome weekend. For MANY reasons, one of them is the awesome sex that was had. Saturday night we watched some Star Trek then went to bed. It was one of those nights when I was laying there thinking... "I'd love to have my hands all over him, or his hands all over me... mmmm... yeah, that sounds delicious" But somewhere between thinking it and acting on it, I completely passed out. I woke up to my hip being tugged on in a way that can only mean one thing. Awesome way to wake up. Fucking amazing sex too, I fear the neighbor might have heard us. (Which I'm not really that worried about because we hear him play his crap music all the time.) The best part... after all was said and done and we were all cuddled up and ready to drift off in a post coitial slumber... IT HAPPENED AGAIN!!!
I think I'm going to go attack those brownies and watch some Dexter or Star Trek.
Two days ago I picked up Little T at school. He comes out the door of his class room followed by his teacher. Immediately I hear that his voice is rough and scratchy. His teacher told me that he had some tea because of his voice and the fact that he's been coughing a lot. Then she added in that if tomorrow he still feels bad maybe we should send him to Grandma's or something. I didn't think to much of it, got in the car and then I started getting irritated.
Who the fuck does she think she is? Is she insinuating that we'd send the kid to school if he was sick? And it's not that easy to just "send him to grandma's!"
Little T wasn't even actually sick. He was coughing, yes; and had a sore-ish throat but aside from that he felt fine (according to him.) Apparently Ms. D basically said the same thing to Little T and throughout the evening he started to feel worse, or so he said. Little T is VERY psychosomatic when it comes to illnesses. If someone suggests that he's getting sick, he convinces himself it's true (to the point of vomiting at times).
A few weeks ago the school sent home a paper saying how it's cold and flu season and how everyone needs to focus on washing hands and what not. The night it came home, Little T's homework was to read it over with his parents so that everyone would be informed about how crappy these germs are. It said something that if the Child was throwing up, had the poops or a fever over... 100 or something like that, then to please keep him/her out of school until 2 days after the symptoms went away. Fine, will do. Not a problem. Little T didn't have any of the things on this list... so WHY was his fucking Teacher telling us to keep him home?!?! It's not her call!! I can understand if she was concerned that excessive coughing my disturb the other students but she should have called/emailed us and not told the kid anything.
This is why kids today are such pussies. (That makes me sound old doesn't it?)
Anyway, because of all of this Big T took the day off to stay home with a pseudo sick kid yesterday. Apparently the Kid was sicker than we thought, he didn't put up a fight when he was told he had to stay in bed all day, actually took a nap, stayed in bed for his mom's visit and had a bitch of a sore throat. He's home today, too. He feels fine. No sore throat, no yucky sick feeling. Big T is worried that his cough is too intense though. Which I can't say I agree. Big T is the boss though, so if he say's no school, than no school it is. I feel a bit bad for the kid though. I know he's completely bored out of his skull. He's not complaining too much though. And I'm sure he'll never fake being sick again.
Quiet frequently I hear stories about the kids that little T goes to school with. There are a few names that get repeated often and because of this I'm starting to feel like I sort of know these kids.
The one I hear about the most is Little Ms. Lisa. At first I kind of thought Little T had a crush on Lisa because I'd hear about her all the time, then I realised it's probably because they sit right next to each other, so he has the most stories to tell about her.
This young lady is an interesting little girl.
A month or so ago, little T and I were sitting in a waiting room for a doctors appointment and Little T decides to randomly tell me that...
"My friend Lisa said she knows a girl who is 6 years old and has a baby."
Well then. After a brief internal battle with myself I decided that saying "Your friend Lisa, Is a liar." Would probably not be the best route to take. Avoiding all the "where babies come from" bits I basically told him that it is pretty much impossible for a 6 year old to have a baby. Problem solved, we moved on, life was good.
I can't exactly remember when, but sometime over the past few weeks of no school, Little T told me more stories about "My friend Lisa."
--A bit of background
Little T has his own computer. He got a new one for Christmas... my old computer (Bacchus) after he (the computer) went through an upgrade. He can pretty much play on his computer whenever he wants, as long as he's not grounded, but in order to get on the computer he needs an adult to enter in a password.
Apparently he's told his friends that he needs a password to get into his computer and it's been the topic of discussion at school...
"My friend Lisa told me that if I wanted to play on my computer when I was grounded and any-time I want I should go into the settings and change the password to my computer."
Oh Really?!? I'm starting to think that "My friend Lisa" is a real trouble maker.
Without telling Little T the Million and One reasons why that would be a horrible idea if he ever wanted to not be grounded again I asked him what he thought of that idea. Luckily, he was not easily convinced, he knew that his dad or I would figure out that something was up and he would get into a heap of trouble.
Rumour has it that "my friend Lisa" was going to be moving in with her dad (about an hour or so away from here) but due to whatever reasons that's either not happening at all or it's getting delayed a bit. Though I feel kind of bad because I've heard she's excited about the prospect of living with her father I'm kind of excited to hear the latest "my friend Lisa" stories when school starts on Monday.
Wow.
What happened to me? The gossip of the 4th grade is interesting to me.
Yesterday was good, and aside from a lecture from my dad including things such as... Me going back to school and Me writing to him more it was a fight free holiday. (Those are rare for me.)
The T and I woke up WAY too early, got coffee started, then woke Little T up. He got a boat load of stuff, including (but not limited to... a new computer, some clothes, transformers and books.) The Terrorist got me an awesome locket and I got him a shower curtain. We finished doing the gift thing, I made breakfast then The T had to leave for work. Shortly after Little T left for the grandparents house.
That's when the really Christmas joy began.
No, I'm totally lying.
I didn't really do much of anything exciting.
Talked to family/friends, watched some LOST, had some "Megan Time" (meaning I shaved, plucked, exfoliated & showered... not the other kind of "Megan Time")
Changed our shower curtain.
We had this one...
Anyway... this is our new shower curtain... (a Christmas Gift from me to the T)
Remember, my boyfriend is a total and complete geek. (I'm not a bad gift giver... he's just a geek :-) Though I will miss my Ducky shower curtain I have to admit there are some pretty cool things about this new shower curtain, like the fact that I can go pee and learn things. Like last night, as I was crawling back into bed after a post coital pee, I got all cuddled up to the T and asked him about Curium. Curium is one of the Elements that are at the bottom of the chart (in white) from what I remember from Chemistry, they're the more recently discovered elements. The names of them are quite often obviously named after things, such as Berkelium, Californium, Einsteinium. I couldn't figure out what Curium was named after, all I could think of was the spice and I had a feeling that wasn't the case. So, the Terrorist enlightened me. Curium is named after Madame Curie who is (from what I've skimmed over on Wikipedia) a pretty cool chick.
Plus the shower curtain allows a LOT more light into the bathroom from the little Tiny window above the shower
That was pretty much the gist of my day.
Oh yeah...
I made an AWESOME Christmas dinner. (Well actually I think the word used was "excellent" but... same diff.) It wasn't anything extremely extravagant (ham, mashed potatoes, veggies & garlic bread) but I made it myself and retained my title of "Good Cook."
I remember when Chris and I were together, on a few different occasions we'd be cooking stuff together and he'd make some comment how he was teaching me to cook so I could cook for my future husband, or something to that effect. It would fucking piss me off when he made these comments. Now, 2-3 years down the road, I can't help but giggle because he was basically right, granted the semantics are a bit off, but the basic idea is correct.
Little T goes to his grandparents this weekend. I don't have to work at all this weekend. Well, the coffee shop tried to call me in, which was tempting for half a second because I lost so many hours at the beginning of this week, but Little T isn't going to be home and the T and I have a lot of sex to catch up on. Me going into work tonight would delay that and that's just not cool with me.
Now, I need to go make the kid lunch. Well, that is, if he ever gets out of the shower and tells me what he wants for lunch.
Christmas is out of the way, now the countdown begins...
11 days until my birthday!!
:-)
I'm a bit bored.
Yeah, sure, there's a million things I could be doing. I COULD do the rest of the dishes, or clean up the house or go get Little T's laundry up from the basement, or I could even take a shower and start getting ready for work. But I don't really want to do any of those things, and I'm starting to get sick so I think I should just sit on my Tush and not do nothin'. (Including using proper grammar.)
Over the past few months I've taken various pictures on my camera phone, some with the intent to blog about, some just because I saw something cool/funny that I wanted to remember and some... I have no fucking idea why I took them. Today, I loaded them all up onto Vox and I'm going to have a show and tell.
Exciting, huh?
...A bit of a warning... you might want to get comfy, 'cause there's a lot of 'em.
Me, with freakishly curly and reddish hair. (In the Terrorist's bathroom)
Lesley and I laying on the benches at Ikea, waiting for her couch. Fuck, I loved that couch. It was a little on the soft side but it was so big and cozy and wonderful.
A picture of one of the first cloves of garlic to ever enter my woman-ness (sorry I've been reading romance novels lately) I believe the keys are there for scale. I haven't had those key chains in ages. That was taken a LONG time ago.
I really don't know why this picture was taken. I believe it was to convince Chris to come hang out with us. I don't think it worked.
These two were taken the morning of Adian's 6th birthday. (I think it was 6th.) We had breakfast and then went swimming at the local-ish community center. It was a lot of fun. Miss those two terribly.
This picture sucks. And as stated in the last post I'm lazy and don't feel like fucking with the levels on it to make it clearer. What it is... two bottles of NightTrain a bit bottle and a little bottle. The T got the big one, I got the little one, we proceeded to drink them all then had my first drunken sex experience. I'm sure there was more to it then that, but those are the key points... And I remember the sex well, it was some good lovin'.
My friend Kathrine uses the handle "SexHead" for all her online adventures so I decided to show her that she's not the only one who suffers (is it really suffering though?) from Sexhead.
It's a cervix made out of soap!!
This flower was at the gate to our front yard. I'm sure it's dead now but when I took this picture it was still doing well even though it was REALLY freakin cold outside.
It's a mouse cheese grater!!! How cool is that?!?!?!
Apparently you can buy vibrators at Freddie's now. I love the fact that they write "Personal Massager" on it and have a picture of a chick on the cover. They could at least try to be a bit more discreet. Any-who, it's good to know that if my "personal massager" breaks I don't have to go far to get another one.
At work we've been having a lot of waste at the end of the night so we've started discounting certain items to $1 after 8pm. When I got to work after my weekend this is the sign that the 19 year old supervisor created to inform our customers about our deal. It says "All Pastries on the top shelf are just $1 today. (Smiley Face) Awesome people love pasties." I was the first one to notice the typo. We decided to leave the sign up until someone commented on it and it took about a month or so.
Ps. If you're interested... Take a warm block of cream cheese, blend it with half a bottle of Hickory Smoke BBQ sauce, dice up an onion, a green pepper and a tomato, put the blended stuff down first, layer the other things on it and top with shredded cheese. It's delicious. Or just really addicting.
Okay I think that's it for picture time. I need to go smoke a cigg and make the kid some lunch then get ready for work even though I really don't want to go because I don't feel good and it's cold and it's going to be busy as all fuck.
Didn't go to work today.
Pretty much decided I wasn't going to go last night when my boss called me and told me if I couldn't get in D could go in my place because he really needed the cash. (Which is an understatement, last time I worked with him I heard rumors of him ingesting really disgusting things for cash because he was so hard up.)
Anyway, I could use the funds too but I kind of thought Little T might have a half day because it was supposed to get yucky later on in the day and since it wasn't a big deal at all for me to take the day off, I took it. I'm glad I did too. The roads weren't pretty but they weren't slippery either. I got some Christmas stuff done, came home and now I'm gonna attempt to clean the fuck out of this place.
That's the game plan. I've got an hour and thirtyish minutes before Little T gets home.
Hopefully I don't get distracted.
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