Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Cute Baby EMail Making the Rounds

I'll bet most of you have seen it.

It's a very popular item showing up in everyone's in-box,
darling newborn pictures,
accompanied with captions that describe
the trials and joys of Motherhood.

It's very touching.

Except, I'm not in a "touching", motherly mood right now.

I'm feeling tired and sarcastic.

So, here's my take on the photos.



Mom was a princess who did more than kiss the frog.



THE EXPLOITATION OF CONJOINED TWINS IS DESPICABLE.



Winston Churchill at 4 weeks.




Hope this is a boy, or they are going to have to pay for one hell of a lot of laser hair removal!



RARE PHOTO OF THE INFANT, MR. PEANUT.




Oh, I saw a story about this girl on the Discovery Channel, it's amazing what she has accomplished without her lower body!




YOU KNOW THESE TWO WILL GROW UP TO BE DOPER, SNOWBOARDERS.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Definition of Irony


As some of you know, we are adding an addition to our home.
Everyday, I walk in the door wondering what scene of destruction, or construction, will assail me. Today I was met with this.


The entire inside, west wall was gone, replaced by a filmy curtain of visqueen. From behind this translucent barrier came the pound of hammers and the pounding voice of Glen Beck, reading aloud the Arizona Immigration Bill, word - for - word.

Oh, that and the conversation of construction workers.

"Creo que debería ser un poco más bajo"

Isn't it ironic.

Monday, May 10, 2010

A little cheese with my whine, please?

This may be the week,
that I learn the fate of my job.
Depends on budgets.

I was given a
"thanks but no thanks"
concerning a job
I applied for,
felt very qualified for,
was assured I would get by EVERYONE ,
let myself think I had a chance,
read the "thanks, but no thanks"... twice
then felt like a dum dum

what now.

To add to it, I am doing something I SWORE
I WOULD NEVER, EVER, NEVER, EVER do again.
We are in the middle of an addition to our home. I said, NEVER again and here I am.

Can we say
stress, lack of communication skills, dollars flying from our pockets, yard a mess
I know people live and function with horrible situations that are many times more stressful than mine
but I just can't take it (don't want to deal with it)
I don't have good coping skills
I just want to take drugs (that I don't have) and go to bed and sleep through it.
To escape
Wake me when it's over, please.
Just leave my new job description on the mantle in the newly completed family room.