What can I tell you? It's Thursday and I'm trying to get things done today, but not succeeding very well. I don't understand how mothers can keep an immaculately clean house, feed, bathe, play with their kids AND shower, do hair and dress nicely. Just don't get it. I guess I need to organize my time better. Here I sit, unshowered, barely dressed (wearing same shorts I slept in, although I DO have a new top on, including bra). I have sheets in the dryer and our quilt in the washer. They're just sitting there, waiting to be tended to. I folded towels and whites. Put the towels away, but the whites are still on the dining room table. I still need to unload the dishwasher and clean up from lunch. It sounds like I do nothing at all all day long! Here's what I do most of the day - I remove Cameron from the fireplace hearth. His new game is to crawl or walk on the hearth and bang on the GLASS fireplace doors. I get him down, replace the blockade, he destroys the blockade and climbs up there again. The whole hearth area is blocked by our coffee table, two larger floor toys and a basket of small toys. I'm thinking maybe I should just move the entire blockade, cause it doesn't work anyway. Maybe the hearth would be less attractive to him then? Definitely, our living room would look more normal then.
Oh, and a big Oh, I forgot to mention this. It's big, but not so big. Cam walked for the first time Saturday, in front of Tony and my mother-in-law. I was doing my wedding duties, so I missed it! Apparently, he took several steps twice! Since then he's only taken a few steps at a time, and only a few times. Maybe he decided he did not like it. I don't know. I just know he'll be a walking toddler SOMETIME. It's not like he still be crawling when he starts kindergarten!
Still no freaking BNL bootleg CD. Buggers. I just e-mailed the company, asking what is up. I WANT MY CD! Waaaaaaaah!
Oh piss, now I have to be thankful for something. Ummmmm, ok, I am thankful for....my dogs. Because of them, I do not have to clean up the floor after Cameron eats. They lie under his highchair and catch all the food he throws off.
Today, I had Cam on my lap and Hank jumped over the arm of the loveseat and landed on my still-alittle-sore toe. I made Hank sit and told him to be more careful, all the while pointing my finger at the dog to accentuate each word I was saying. I look at Cam, and he's imitating me, pointing at Hank and moving his finger like I did! What a cutie.
Oh, wow, is FWOW (Funny Word of the Week) time! Just realized it. Today's funny word is
MACABRE
adjective, meaning:
1. Suggesting the horror of death and decay; gruesome: macabre tales of war and plague in the Middle Ages.
2. Constituting or including a representation of death.
3. Shockingly repellent; inspiring horror; "ghastly wounds"; "the grim aftermath of the bombing"; "the grim task of burying the victims"; "a grisly murder"; "gruesome evidence of human sacrifice"; "macabre tales of war and plague in the Middle ages"; "macabre tortures conceived by madmen"
So, I would always see this word, mostly in reference to Stephen King novels, and never really know how to pronounce it. I think when I was a teen, I asked my mom, who told me it's pronounced "macob" (with a short "o"). Merriam-Webster Online tells me that it can also be pronounced "macobra." I prefer the "macob" version myself. Those crazy Frenchmen, always adding extra letters to the ends of words! It's much like Brett Favre. Well kinda, anyway. Do you like the word macabre?
Well, I gots lots to do, so I must run. Peace out.
Oh, and a big Oh, I forgot to mention this. It's big, but not so big. Cam walked for the first time Saturday, in front of Tony and my mother-in-law. I was doing my wedding duties, so I missed it! Apparently, he took several steps twice! Since then he's only taken a few steps at a time, and only a few times. Maybe he decided he did not like it. I don't know. I just know he'll be a walking toddler SOMETIME. It's not like he still be crawling when he starts kindergarten!
Still no freaking BNL bootleg CD. Buggers. I just e-mailed the company, asking what is up. I WANT MY CD! Waaaaaaaah!
Oh piss, now I have to be thankful for something. Ummmmm, ok, I am thankful for....my dogs. Because of them, I do not have to clean up the floor after Cameron eats. They lie under his highchair and catch all the food he throws off.
Today, I had Cam on my lap and Hank jumped over the arm of the loveseat and landed on my still-alittle-sore toe. I made Hank sit and told him to be more careful, all the while pointing my finger at the dog to accentuate each word I was saying. I look at Cam, and he's imitating me, pointing at Hank and moving his finger like I did! What a cutie.
Oh, wow, is FWOW (Funny Word of the Week) time! Just realized it. Today's funny word is
MACABRE
adjective, meaning:
1. Suggesting the horror of death and decay; gruesome: macabre tales of war and plague in the Middle Ages.
2. Constituting or including a representation of death.
3. Shockingly repellent; inspiring horror; "ghastly wounds"; "the grim aftermath of the bombing"; "the grim task of burying the victims"; "a grisly murder"; "gruesome evidence of human sacrifice"; "macabre tales of war and plague in the Middle ages"; "macabre tortures conceived by madmen"
So, I would always see this word, mostly in reference to Stephen King novels, and never really know how to pronounce it. I think when I was a teen, I asked my mom, who told me it's pronounced "macob" (with a short "o"). Merriam-Webster Online tells me that it can also be pronounced "macobra." I prefer the "macob" version myself. Those crazy Frenchmen, always adding extra letters to the ends of words! It's much like Brett Favre. Well kinda, anyway. Do you like the word macabre?
Well, I gots lots to do, so I must run. Peace out.
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