Ladeedah, Ohdeedoh!

Remember when I said Apartment Therapy had the most critical readers?  Well, it turns out readers of their children’s publication, Ohdeedoh, are far more friendly.  Sarah Rae Trover kindly featured my RED SHARPIE OF DEATH incident on Ohdeedoh and no one mentioned my disaster of a living room!  (Thank you, Sarah Rae!)  Of course, it could be that the Sharpie all over my sofa and chair drew the eye away from the clutter, but still.  You don’t even know how happy I was no one asked why I had sunscreen next to a box of kleenex on my secretary because, honestly, I have no idea.  I only noticed it after I put it online for the entire universe to see.

{Side note from The Mister after reading Sarah Rae’s way too nice words: I am many things, but The Queen of Clean isn’t one of them.  At all.  Ten years counting and not a crown in sight.  Ever.}

And the entire universe has seen my sunscreen and kleenex.  THE RED SHARPIE OF DEATH has been twittered about, emailed, and linked to on blogs, facebook, and mom boards in Russia.  Thankfully, everyone has been very understanding about an incident that was, really, entirely my fault.  Yes, if I could sum up all the comments I have read and received, I believe it would be something like, “Holy crap!  It happens.  Better her than me.”

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go toss that sunscreen in a random drawer so that when summer comes I won’t be able to find it and I’ll have to buy a new one.

Oh My

I think I will spend the weekend contemplating the disconcerting resemblance Nicholas shares in this picture with Super Douche music producer Scott Storch. Then I will pray the rosary 700 times.

May your weekend be full, your nose empty, and your reputation beyond reproach.

Do You Wanna Touch Me {Oh Yeah}

I’m a big Joan Jett fan.  Actually, I’m a big fan of 70s rock music in general.  To quote The Mister, “For someone who’s never smoked pot, you sure do like loadie music.”  But, that’s neither here nor there.  Today I was enjoying this video (several times) on You Tube while researching high school reunions (I’m planning my 20th in 2010). I haven’t heard this song in probably 20 years. I enjoyed it so much, I tried to think of a way to make a post out of it. I came up empty.  Fate had other plans.

Fun, right? I was back in the 80s before the first “oh yeah.” (As an aside–who knew Joan Jett had such a figure? Wowza.) Anyway, after that quick walk down memory lane I started on dinner. Then I called The Mister and told him to pick up diapers. It was all very glamorous, and I felt just like Joan Jett in that bikini while I did it.

Two hours later, The Mister came home. Said hello, and dropped the diapers on the kitchen floor. Chatted up the boys. Laughed when I told him I was planning my 20th reunion. Then he told me he was going to go change out of his work clothes.

Down the hall he went, and out of nowhere started humming “Do You Wanna Touch Me” by Joan Jett. The same song I watched on You Tube two hours previously. When I asked him why he was singing that song, a song I heard 2 hours prior for the first time in decades, he just shrugged his shoulders and said he had no idea.

For my next trick, I will make 50 pounds disappear from each thigh.

Good News, Bad News, and News In Between

I am sick.  I have a bad cold with a fever.  I’m not dying, I just feel like I am.  So, for one of the first times in my blogging history, I’m going to be brief.

GOOD NEWS

Tristan over at Blah, Blah, Blahg is having a month of giveaways!  That’s right: for the entire month of February she will give away something fabulous.  Her only request?  Leave an email so she can reach you, and answer the artist question of they day.

BAD NEWS

Just before starting their latest round of fertility treatments, Kara’s husband said, “Hey, you know what?  I kind of don’t want to be married anymore and I am filing for divorce on Monday.”  Thanks, good to know, a$$-wipe!  I spent Saturday with her girlfriends moving out as much as we could from her house.  It’s never fun to watch someone you have known since kindergarten so sad.  I suggest we all send “the ex” vibes for an oozing facial rash.

News In Between

Today the Mister’s manager called (he was also laid off).  Apparently another manager in another district within the same company but who wasn’t laid off wants the Mister to post for a job that is now open following the blood bath/lay offs.  Um, okay.  Couldn’t you have transferred him into the spot in the first place and called it good?  Now we have to go through the stressful interview process with thousands of other scared employees and hope for the best.  The Mister was tempted to tell them to pound sand when he first got the call, but after reflecting honestly on the volatile condition of the job market, now plans to eat crow and post for the spot.  It’s amazing how something can be simultaneously an insult and a blessing.

So that’s it.  Fevers, gifts, divorces, and jobs.  Just another Monday around here.  How about you?

Book ‘em, Dano.

Those two clowns who robbed the Mister? The police caught them tonight. Of course the money is gone, but so is their freedom. If they were smart, they kept some of the money they stole. They’ll need it to post bail. Hah!