thedailylarken's Journal
[Most Recent Entries]
[Calendar View]
[Friends]
Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in
thedailylarken's LiveJournal:
[ << Previous 20 ]
| Saturday, March 17th, 2007 | | 6:53 pm |
| | Thursday, March 15th, 2007 | | 1:00 pm |
Benji got his shots this morning. As per typical for him, he grimaced and bellowed at the nurse when she stuck him, then went about his merry way as if nothing happened. He is especially sleepy, though. I'm not sure if I should be delighted or a little disturbed that both my kiddos handle shots without crying. | | Tuesday, March 13th, 2007 | | 7:53 pm |
Okay, Crickie called wanting to know if we were doing a girls night this week. I'm thinking Friday night, but Thursday is a possibility as well. Saturday night may be a possibility if we aren't doing D&D this week (I wasn't clear on that) but we may be gaming, as Angel goes in for surgery next week. Thoughts? Again, Friday is Ladies night at Locos...there's a few good movies at the theatre (I wouldn't mind seeing 300 again...but then I would have to go home and have sex with Blix instead of continuing to hang out) Or I could do everyone's hair and makeup and we could go make all the hoochie college students jealous with our divine beauty. So whatever ;) Let me know. | | Monday, March 12th, 2007 | | 6:12 pm |
While spreading compost in the garden today with the kids:  Hey, who needs an occasion ;P | | Friday, March 9th, 2007 | | 7:33 pm |
Benji pooped on the poddy. Yay! Then he yelled at if for being dirty. *sigh* | | Thursday, March 8th, 2007 | | 10:06 am |
| | Wednesday, March 7th, 2007 | | 3:37 pm |
Okay, there's something wrong with me. I'm sitting here crying about the Lindbergh baby. That's right folks...I'm crying about a baby who died about 70 years ago. Current Mood: pathetic | | 1:28 pm |
Benji is bringing me books to read to him now...He's really getting into it. I love how he'll bring me a book, then crawl into bed and wait for me to read it to him at bedtime. So cute. I asked Munch yesterday why he doesn't like for me to read to him anymore... "Because I don't want the REAL words...I want to make my own story." I remember going through that phase, myself. I just hope it doesn't last forever. I would like to someday be able to read him the classics the way my mother did for me. His reading itself is going so well...I'm actually amazed. He keeps getting these little readind awards at school, and he's at the point where, instead of assigning him readers, they just let him check out books he wants to read. He can read all of the kindergarten and first grade readers they make available to him, and is reading along with Zelda, as well. I hope I express properly to him how proud I am and how much I love him. I feel like I have to get on his case about so many things, now...I hope the good stuff shines through, too. | | Tuesday, March 6th, 2007 | | 12:29 pm |
I hate it when this happens. I'm trying to get back into my swim suit savvy figure, so I've been doing situps, riding my bike, and trying to eat better during the day. So I worked really hard making this (supposedly) really yummy meal for lunch with lots of good stuff in it. And its...bland as hell. I mean, really. /sigh | | Monday, March 5th, 2007 | | 10:37 pm |
Goofed off with the new dryer tonight for the first time on myself. Still haven't done anything terribly exotic or even succesful, but I was kind of going for a 20s-ish updo. Didn't happen...and Hubby fell asleep. Was feeling sorry for myself so I camwhored a bit anyway. Cut because, hey, I like you. ( Read more... ) | | 6:11 pm |
Munchie and I just made pizzas together. He was so patient...he evenly spread the sauce to the point where I don't think I could have done any better, and evenly sprinkled the cheese to cover all of the sauce. He wanted to sprinkle the minced garlic overtop, too, but I didn't want to curse him with garlic hands for the rest of the night. I don't spend a lot of time with children who aren't my own, but when I do, I'm just floored by how fast they want to go, how haphazard they do things. Munchie is such a little detail monger. Benji shows signs of having similar qualities, but over different issues. I'm amazed at how long he will sit in front of his magnadoodle, or a pad of paper and just draw... | | 9:09 am |
Very long, very busy weekend. Last night I took second in a poker game. Woo ;) I sent the money I won to school with Munch so he could have 'a whole week of tray lunches.' He always wants to eat school lunch...but I almost never let him. I worry about the peanut allergy... But I guess they know him well enough now to help him make the right decisions...and he's not the only kid at school with a peanut allergy, so they're very specific about what has peanuts and what doesn't. Anyway, fun weekend. D&D was fun...visiting my grandmother was fun, having Blix help with the housework(!!!) was fun, Girl's Night was fun, Poker was fun... And the kids were great all weekend. Except for the crying in the middle of the middle of the night on Benji's part. That sucked. But I can nap ;) -me PS. Blix says, after helping me clean this weekend, "Damn, you're right. It IS frustrating." In reference to the fact that our very social weekends keep making messes out of newly cleaned areas *grim smile* | | Saturday, March 3rd, 2007 | | 10:22 am |
A few things
I awoke this morning to Blix cleaning the kitchen for me, from top to bottom(cleaning out the crumbs in the toaster oven and whatnot). For the second time this week I get to feel both greatful and guilty :P The guilt was softened by Benji and his r2-d2 scream as he emptied a mason jar filled with iced tea on the office floor. Floor spot removal is still my department, to be sure ;) Last night I met Sarah for dinner, which was gleeful, followed by shooting a really LONG game of pool at a pool hall while Mere looked on. I had some drunken surfer type guy amble his way up to me...'I like your flower...what is that called?" (I resisted the urge to say, "Ferdinand") Me: What is it called? Him: Like, what type of flower. Me: Well, *I* call it 'a fake rose' Him: Oh. (wanders away dejectedly) I'm not sure how I could have been more polite on that one. We followed this with drinkies at our favorite bar/pub, during which I think Sarah and I chatted Mere's ears off (Hey, we don't get to see one another very often) after which we decided, "Hey, lets go dancing..." Except that, it was Friday night...which means that the dance clubs were kind of scary. We walked into the Loft, which was full of over-makeuped ugly college chicks on the dance floor, dancing hoochie with one another while making pained, "I'm getting done up the bum" faces. Not joining that crowd, oh no. So we parked it on some couches, where Sarah was hit on a LOT (Hazzards of being a pretty girl with a big bootie) by a group of guys who THOUGHT they were discreetly making 'ass slapping' motions at one another. Finally Sarah, who takes crap from no one, turned to them and said, "Actually, I'm not interested in ANY of you, so you can leave me alone now." You can only smile and shake our head 'no' so many times, right? Edit: Sarah produced her account of this on her journal:
Guy 1: *taps Sarah's shoulder* He *points to Guy 2* wants to know your name.
Sarah: Yeah. I'm married so, sorry. *semi-polite half-smile*
A few minutes pass in peaceful conversation with friends.
Sarah: *taps my shoulder* He *points to Guy 2* says he doesn't care.
Guy 2: *makes ass slapping motions in mid-air*
Sarah: Well, I do. So...
Guy 2: *removes his own cheap beer from his pocket and pours it into his cup*
A few more minutes pass.
Guy 3 wanders up.
Guy 3: Excuse me ladies, but you don't want to have anything to do with those guys *points to Guys 1 & 2*
Larken: We've already figured that out, but thanks.
*All Guys errupt into raucous insulting of one another*
Sarah: Actually, we don't want to talk to ANY of you. Thanks. *sweeps crowd with angry finger and squinted eyes*
All Guys leave.
We made another pass by the dance floor, which was now full of slightly hotter college chicks having their asses slapped by less hot college guys, and again decided this wasn't our scene. So yes. I left the scene felling old...but overall I had a good time. One sad side effect of the evening...Sarah and I have a mutual friend...one I haven't seen in a few months, but who I used to hang out with once a week (He owns my favorite comic book shop) anyway, when I met him four year ago, he was always very quiet and shy. I always assumed that was just the 'way he was' Now I find out that about a year before I met him, his wife and two children were killed in a car accident. I was floored by this; it couldn't happen to a nice guy, either. So naturally I had nightmares all night about Blix and the kids dying in a car accident, followed by nightmares of myself and the children being killed in a car accident, from Blix's perspective. /Thankful to wake up to Blix, the kids, and a mixer that is fully clean for the first time since our honeymoon | | Friday, March 2nd, 2007 | | 3:00 pm |
Sorry about last night's post, everyone. I was, as you may have guessed, pretty low. Rough night...man worked all nighter and brother didn't relay message that he wound't be coming home...had a discussion with my mom a few days ago that really hurt and decided to come out last night....teething baby was scream- crying at me most of the night. It just wasn't good. That's all. Love to you all, Me | | Thursday, March 1st, 2007 | | 10:16 pm |
If I know you...
My priorities have been in the wrong place. I'm not sure for how long, now. I feel more shallow than I've felt since I was an early teen, when living at Judy's and Contempo was the order of the day. I need an internal makeover. I need to get my head out of the ground. I need to stop acting like everyone is mentally and emotionally accountable to me. I need to stop thinking I'm some sort of saint. | | Wednesday, February 28th, 2007 | | 9:24 pm |
Aw hell, I've been a very good girl
I'll indulge in two FORTY QUESTIONS YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ASKED IN A SURVEY BEFORE 1. Do you know anyone in Prison? I'm not sure if Everett is in prison anymore... 2. Have you ever logged onto a boyfriend/girlfriend/crush's myspace? Of course 3. When is the last time you ate Peanut butter and jelly? About a week ago 4. Do you have a desk in your room? Nope 5. Have you ever gotten naked at a party? Yes. 6. What kind of car insurance do you have? Whoa, hey, now THATS personal ;) ( Read more... ) | | 8:59 pm |
I spent the evening building towers and knocking them down with the kiddos. Its always nice when there is something the three of us can do together. Then we played a rousing game of, "THERES A PANDA ON MY HEAD, GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!", which is always a favorite. Since I have been good mommy today, I oblige myself with a selfish meme. 10 YEARS AGO Body: Ten YEARS AGO..................................... .................. 1.) How old were you?: 18 2.) Where did you go to school?: Cy-Creek 3.) Where did you work?: Blockbuster Video, baby 4.) Where did you live? H-town 5.) Where did you hang out? At Joel's house...Rembrandts...Fitzies and Numbers, on occasion 6). Did you wear glasses?: 50/50...just like I do now. 7.) Who was your best friend?: That was an odd year. Kim and I were at odds over stupid things and while Joel and I were in LURVE, I would never call us friends. Perhaps Brody? ( Read more... ) | | 6:38 pm |
So you'd think I would spend all afternoon playing with my new toy, but alas, it was not to be. I had my hair in rollers and had been sitting under the dryer for a half hour when Munchie finished his after-school snack and exploded, "Its NICE outside! Lets go for a bikeride before it gets dark!" And he was right. It was the first nice day in forever that we were at home in the afternoon...so we tooled around outside for about an hour and a half...rode all over the neighborhood, stuck sticks in the water at the creek, waved at every freaking neighbor that drove by ('Its polite,' insists Munch) Then I made sloppy joes from scratch, I'm pretty sure for the first time. Normally I just add tomato sauce and a spice packet to some ground beef, cook and serve. Tonight I chopped things...seasoned things, simmered things. Strangely it didn't taste much different, however the texture was nicer, as was the piece of mind that there was a ton less salt in the 'homemade' version. My girls' night appears to be falling apart at the seams :( Poor Sarah is very sick, John might be getting home friday night after being gone for a week, so Crickie will want to be with him, (understandably) and Mere has a dinner she has to attend first and won't be able to go out 'til 9:30 ish. Angel has been laid up all week, which is disappointing after two weeks of her feeling a lot better. Perhaps I should just do something atrocious with my hair, meet Mere in town, pomp her hair for her and we can hit a show. We shall see. Maybe Sarah will make a miraculous recovery, John will come home a night early and Angel's back will let up for a night. Oh yeah. I forgot. Angel has another big surgery coming up on the 12th. They're going to try yet ANOTHER form of stim pack. *sigh* | | 8:21 am |
Sigh. Christina, why must you take something really sexy and fun and turn it into something slutty?  http://www.sonybmg.com/musicbox/video/christinaaguilera/index.htmlHer hair is fabulous... But.."Makes my cherry pop, makes my panties drop" coupled with that daisy-duke halter sailer suit made of plastic? Argh. Why must someone with such an incredible voice and sense of style be such a waste. She wants to be the next Gwen Stefani, but she's nowhere NEAR as classy. | | Tuesday, February 27th, 2007 | | 10:33 pm |
Hee hee, for John
Roll knowledge religion...  Good thing kirk took some ranks in that one, or we NEVER would have made it to ST6! |
[ << Previous 20 ]
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
thedailylarken's journal
