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Seriously Saddam? As if. At least I’m in good company.

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Did I mention that we don’t have air conditioning for the time being? Ya, the time being THREE fucking weeks so far!

We desperately need to have our ducts cleaned and can’t turn it on until their done because we’ve had that mould problem this winter. . The earliest they could get us an appointment was June 23. JUNE-FUCKING-23RD people! It’s about 35C (95F) right now. Yesterday? 38C (100F).

With no air conditioning. I am not happy.

I’m in hell and apparently comparable to Saddam-fucking-Hussein.

This day just gets better and better.

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Oh, and remember the post about waxing my va-jay-jay? Heartless Lass posted an email message she got, which I’ve seen before but nearly died reading it again! Fun-ny!

 So not waxing. Not gonna happen.

So yeah, we have mice. Mike confirmed it this morning when he went into the crawl space to get something.

Mike: Yeah, we got mice.
Me: Are you sure? Stupid twat, what do you think? He mistook the cat for a mouse?
Mike: Um, unless it was a rat; it was a mouse.
Me: Yup, sounds like we have mice.

We have a cat. If you can call him that. He’s a skittish mess of a cat. It’s not his fault being that he’s a pet store special; so inbred I don’t think he knows his ass from his head. But oh so lovable! squishy! and cuddly!
Apparently my stupid inbred (lovable! squishy! and cuddly!) cat is incapable of protecting his domain from a couple of weenie field mice. Or he’s just too damn fucked in the head spoiled to realize that they. are. prey. cats. kill. mice. for. fun.

How come they are roaming free in my basement? Do they know that he’s to prissy to kill them or at least shoo them away?

You think if I held off on the food long enough he’d eat them?

I swear I heard them laughing at me as I cleaned their shit out from under the sink today.

Damn mice. Damn! You!

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You know how I like a good meme. Respect the meme my mama always told me. Kellypea shared one with me yesterday (sort of - since she said I was included but didn’t even mention me in her post. *pffft* What-evah! No hard feelings M’kay?)

“In the Spotlight Meme”

Are You a Spiritual Person?

Nope. I wouldn’t say I am. I was raised without values morals spirituality being a big part of my upbringing. My mom was never one to pray, go to church, or even talk about God so it wasn’t part of our lives. My step-dad is an atheist and I truly find the scientific explanation more believable interesting.

What Makes Your Blog Unique?

Nothing. I am a conformist, follower, copy-cat, despicable human being. I have no life, thought process or personality of my own. Frankly, why are you even here? Booorrr-ing.

What Are Your Feelings on the “Blog Popularity” Issue?

I hate it because I’m not in the “in” crowd. I am like that little loser on the realm the the circle peering in just trying to get noticed. No one has the time for me or even looks in my general direction. I’ve always been popular and this is one contest I am not winning. *sobs* Why don’t you like me?!

(Years of therapy and wine haven’t been able to get me to open up like that. I should drink confess more often.)

When Did You Start Blogging?

Check the archives. It’s there. Is it good? Not. at. all. But it’s there. Coming from the down and dirty world of message boards *boo* *hiss* I wasn’t sure what I was ready to open up about and frankly the first three months (or more depending on who you talk to) are utter shite. I warned you. Don’t go there.

Congrats to the following bloggers, who I’ve been stalking reading for a while now (two have jumped ship from the life of message boards and are venturing into blogging - doing a great job learning how to open up - faster and better then I), the other person? Well, she’s just fun and I like her and recently designed a kick ass template for her.

Without further adieu; Tinamtl, ShawnaG, and the Impatient Blogger.

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Did a new design. Check it. Laural rocks my socks. Go say hi. Tell her I sent you!

Fashionably late to a party, I like to make an entrance *ahem*

I was memed again by Haley, finally the Real Mom meme!

Real Moms Have Fun at Their Child’s Expense

What good are children if you can’t have fun at their expense?

Like letting them try and maneuver under the coffee tableDressing them like an Oompa Loompa

Shoving them in flower pots
The latest trick - putting tape all over him and watch him try to get free.

When I am an old lady and in need of diaper changes and someone to wipe food off my face, Karma is going to get me - BAD.So, I think I’m one of the last ones… I tag everyone else!

The tag; Haley-O got me again! I swear, she sends every tag my way because she knows I’ll do it. It’s a musical tag so I like it. I like it a lot.

This is the deal:

Instructions: “List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what they are. They must be songs you are presently enjoying. Post these instructions in your MySpace / Blogger / Wordpad / Squarespace (or whatever it is you use) along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to. Include your sender as a non-tag.”

1. Old Apartment - Barenaked Ladies (here) It’s old, I know, but I’ve been listening to it, yo!

2. Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance (here)

3. This Ain’t a Scene - Fall Out Boy (here)

4. I Wanna Love You - Akon ft. Snoop Dogg (here)

5. Sweet Escape - Gwen Stefani (here)

6. Lips of an Angel - Hinder (here)

7. Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol (here)

I tag Mia (because I know she’d lauv it) and Slacker Mom (cuz she might actually do it.) I (sadly) don’t have seven people to tag because most of the people in my bloglines are stalked don’t know I exist.

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Now, my crisis.It’s been exactly 1 month and 3 days since Carter’s move to the toddler room. The transition for the infant room I assumed would have been easier then the initial Holy shit, mom’s leaving me alone at daycare all day stage when he first started.

But I was wrong.

He did wonderfully when the infant room teacher brought him over to the toddler room during the transition period; when it came to me physically dropping him off in that classroom he freaked. Everyday he cries. Wails actually. Bloody murder. Like I’ve unsuspectingly sold him to Brangelina’s ever growing brute of adopted children. He reaches for me and attempts to claw his way out of the arms of his wonderfully patient teacher.
I say good bye quickly and tell him I will be back.

Then turn away from him, and walk away.

I walk away from my screaming baby.

Every.

Single.

Morning.

For 1 month and 3 days and counting. *sigh*

Since the first day in this new room he’s become even more attached to his blanket and soother. I’ve decided that it’s not a battle I want to fight right now. If they make him feel more comfortable, then I will leave them with him. (He does relinquish them to the teachers soon after I’ve gone.) But I have begun to wonder where I may have failed along the way. What (if anything) did I do to encourage this behaviour? What can I do to encourage him to accept being dropped off in the morning?
He’s fine minutes after I’ve left, but it’s HARD to start every single day like this. Emotionally draining - to the extreme.

Any ideas? Encouragement? Anything?