I’m alone in a bed & breakfast on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. I’ll be here until Sunday afternoon and I know that except for missing The Accountant and Sam, that I won’t want to leave.
Much more to say but I’m one tired puppy so here are a few pics…
eggo waffle shortage…not good…sam eats a waffle every day for breakfast and freaks the heck out if she doesn’t get it…creature of habit?…perhaps…i have to have my lowfat cinnamon brown sugar poptart every morning, she has to have her eggo…this could be a crisis worse than h1n1 in our house…
headed to nyc on friday, yessirreebobupkins!…will probably get all kinds of lost and take all kinds of wrong trains to all kinds of wrong places but that’s part o’ the fun i say…there will be tweets…and pictures…and maybe postcards even though that is incredibly unkewl and touristy of me…
thanksgiving…eh…no plans that i know of…is that sad?…or freeing?…i say the later…maybe we’ll go to cracker barrel or something…
more to say but it’s time to go pick up the punkin from daycare and get home…i’m thinkin’ popcorn for supper…tootaloo…
For those of you who haven’t seen my sweet Accountant in a while, he looks a might bit different…as in, there is much less of him (and I’m not talking about his hair)!
The hat! Check out the hat! My man is stylin’ and profilin’ in that hat y’all!
And what is it with boys and the air guitar? I don’t get it but it is dang cute!
And my favorites…I LOVE these pictures of him…they make me swoon…
I love you babe, and I am so proud of you! xoxox!!!
I’m back from my super fun girl’s weekend girl’s trip to Tunica. These chics are too much fun and we all had a blast.
The good news? No one needs to go to Gambler’s Anonymous or anything and no one gambled away any wedding rings or deeds to their homes. Also good news, our hotel room and our supper were comped because we were so cute. At least that’s the reason I’m going with.
We stuffed ourselves at a pit stop on Beale Street in Memphis and at various buffets, my favorite of which was Paula Deen’s.
I won’t tell you the story of a certain someone falling off the bed at 6am (it wasn’t me) or how imperative it is that your cleavage be non-wonky and evenly spread, or about my ability to make people cover their ears and say “lalalalalala” over and over again. Let’s just say that you learn a lot about your friends when confined to the small spaces of an SUV and a shared hotel room for a weekend.
Next year we are going to Savannah! Thank you Donita, Dani and Kristin for a fabulous time!
And here’s a very blurry, very bad quality photo of us in the lobby of the Gold Strike…
Angela took Sam’s pictures when she was just a few months old and they were beautiful. So I knew I wanted her to take more of Sam. And she did! And they are fabulous!!! Go check them out!!!!
Hi blog. Missed you. Been busy. Don’t expect much from this post, I’m just here to let you know I’m still around.
Took Sam to the ‘rents house for the weekend and had a great visit. She is finally starting to “get” that she has uber cool grandparents and and even cooler uncle. Who, by the way, rocked the pulpit on Sunday with his sermon. And yes, my dad is cringing at that terminology.
I got a speeding ticket yesterday at 4am on the way to the gym. Ugh. 53 in a 40. $95 or go to traffic school. Again. Dude, it’s 4am and I’m trying to better my health! Don’t you even care? Guess not.
Wow I feel all weepy and melancholy today. Don’t look at me crossways or I might just bawl all over your shoes. Being a girl sucks sometimes.
Upcoming fun: girls trip to Tunica this weekend! Yay! Then solo trip to NYC to visit a friend next weekend! Double Yay! Then, Thanksgiving! Then my birthday! Then Mom’s birthday! Then Christmas!
But for now, lunch.
So early and yet, I’m already contemplating bed. Doubtful I’ll go but I am contemplating anyway.
Someone is rapid firing some type of firearm somewhere in the vicinity. Nice. I don’t get it.
I want to teach English in another country. Always thought that would be cool. You can blame a Lonely Planet tweet on putting that idea in my head tonight. They even tell me which countries to try and everything.
I’m sleeping in my work out clothes tonight. Only thing I’m not sleeping in is my shoes. And only because that would just be weird. Hubs is at the gym now. Gettin’ all buff ‘n stuff.
Tomorrow I can say that “tomorrow is my Friday”. Thank goodness. Looking forward to date night with hubs Friday night (the real Friday, not my fake Friday which is actually Thursday. Shut up, you know you find me charming). We don’t know where we’re going but who cares? We scored a babysitter and we’re outta here. I’m taking Sam to the ‘rents this weekend if all goes as planned. They are due some grand-baby time.
I want a Kindle. I like gadgets.
Hubs is home. My handsome pirate. Gotta go.
today i feel random, tired, bummed, a bit depressed, a bit hopeless, wistful and cranky…all that with a little snarky thrown in. don’t you wanna hang out with me?
i went to the downtown library today on a whim. was going to get a library card as it’s been a couple of years since i’ve had one. but since i live out of county it was gonna cost me $50 and they didn’t take plastic. oh well. another day then. i did wander the stacks a bit and randomly take interesting looking books off the shelves and read the jackets. so many books so little time. i will go back and get my card though.
ohhhh, just found my ipod in my purse while looking for lip gloss. think i’ll put in the earbuds and shut out this office. even though it’s very quiet today as a couple of the key players are gone.
made it to the gym by 4:15 this morning. late again. my workout partner was already doin’ her thang on the elliptical. i got on the treadmill next to her and trudged along for about 30 min, went home and went back to bed. hee. good sleep. tomorrow’s workout will be better i promise. and i won’t be late dangit.
oh craptastic. my ipod is dead. really? fine. pandora on the pc it is then. mmmm, ray lamontagne, you are the best thing. and you are. speaking of pc’s, my laptop is deceased. luckily, the accountant saved everything from my hard drive so all photos and writing are ok. christmas present for finn = new laptop. thank you very much.
marc broussard…nice…i’m feelin’ all cajun and stuff all of a sudden…oh, john mayer…ditching cajun, feeling swoony…goodbye…
I have a walking-giggly-climb-over-the-dog-drink-outta-da-sippy kind of girl….
I have to say, this Halloween was fantabulous. Hubs and I used Sam as our excuse to dress up. He was a pirate and I was, um, well, just tacky I guess. Sam was a Titans cheerleader as you know. We went to a party at a friend’s house for a bit and then made a few stops at the grandparents. Sam had no idea what was going on but seemed to have fun seeing all the weirdos (mainly her parents) out and about.
As requested by my mummy (yuk yuk), here are some pics of the crazy Finn Family.
Today was a trip to the dentist. A trip to the dentist for any reason means a trip down good ol’ Nitrous Highway for me. Its like a mini-vacation for my brain. I really should be the Nitrous spokesperson because I truly believe that we’d all kiss and make up if we could just get a hit or two every day from the canister.
Anyway, “they” don’t consult me about such things so whatcha’ gonna do? In the meantime, here are some signs that you (or maybe I just mean me) might be high on zee gas…all of these things popped into my head while in the chair today…my kookiness is accentuated on the good stuff…
You start to ponder the important questions in life, like if Rascal Flatts would be as successful if they were called “Rascal Bumps”. Or if there are male dental hygienists because you just realize that you’ve never seen one of those before.
You know the hygienist knows that you are high…and when she asks if you are “doing ok”, you think that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you and you really want to hug her for being so concerned.
You worry that the gas mask with the orange nose piece might be making your face look fat. This concerns you because suddenly you find those black glasses with the magnifying attachments that the dentist wears incredibly HAUT.
You wonder if they would rent out a full canister or two of nitrous and the cool hydraulic chair you’re laying in for use at private parties. ‘Cause you’d pay good money for that.
You didn’t get the joke you’re friend told you at lunch but now it suddenly makes perfect sense and is, egads, freakin’ hilarious. At this point you vow to try out for the next season of Last Comic Standing because by golly, you are dayum funny and feel you should share your comedic gift with America.
And if you wonder any of these things while not under the influence of some kind…well, then you are just a crazy person. But I bet you’re fun.
Oh, btw, no cavities mom!
Happy Birthday to my sweet dad! Love you so much! Be home soon! xoxoxo.
(I was going to post a cute picture of my dad and me but there was an unfortunate incident at my house yesterday and a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper decided to fall off the nightstand and straight onto and into my laptop. Hubs is trying to salvage it but we shall see. Soda was pouring out of that poor machine. If I have lost all my pictures and everything else that was on that computer…well, I might have a nervous breakdown.)
Happy Halloween to everyone else!
So here I am, hiding out from my day job in a random-to-you coffee shop trying to think of something interesting to post. And the words just don’t come. Nothing is in my brain suitable for this screen.
I’ve been in a weird place lately. Well, maybe no weirder than I usually am. I guess it’s just me, being my restless, unpacified self.
Oh, here’s something random and I do love me some random. I’m going skydiving in 2010. Yep. Its on my Bucket List and 2010 is The Year. So, I’m telling you all so I don’t back out. Come January, one or more of you can say, hey, Finn, its 2010, time for skydiving right? And I’ll say “heck yeah” and there we go. Check it off.
I hate it when people invade my personal space uninvited. Or try to make chit-chat with me when I don’t feel like talking.
I am behind on my reading. I think I am reading about five books at once right now with not much hope of finishing any of them. Hmmmmm, that’s a metaphor for something I’m sure.
Today after a particularly annoying exchange with a particularly annoying person, it occurred to me once again that I have perfected the art of what I call, “The Fake Bubbly”. Happy happy joy joy smile smile nod nod yeah yeah uh huh uh huh. Repeat all damn day. A friend and I decided that this is a type of survival mechanism. We are analytical like that.
I think I am getting a headache. Maybe because it’s almost time to come out of hiding and go back to the desk. And hide under it. Ok not really. Three more hours to go. The countdown continues. But it’s not like I’m not trying. But I get why people don’t even try in the first place. Because failing is scary and it sucks.
Just overheard in random-to-you coffee shop…”you by yourself? i thought you’d bring some hot babe.” I rolled my eyes, as I am prone to do.
And I’ll leave you with that. Till next time. Ciao.
Seems like it’s been forever since I posted but its really only been a few days I guess.
Things are, eh. The work front is causing me major stress, depression and just general ickiness. But I can’t really write about all that here so suffice it to say, it sucks.
Otherwise, things are great. Sam is officially walking now. It is so cute and a bit bizarre. We have a big weekend planned with her. It is Halloween after all so we are going trick-or-treating at the zoo (no lie) if the weather holds, to a Halloween party at friends, as well as a few stops at family’s houses so Sam can show off her Titans cheerleader outfit. I mean, that’s a pretty scary costume this season isn’t it?
On Saturday before the Halloween festivities begin we’re getting her pictures taken by Angela Crutcher. She does fabulous work and took Sam’s pictures when she was a baby. Check out her blog, it is awesome. I can’t wait to see how these photos turn out!
Let’s see, what else I got…ohhhhhh, as you probably know since I’ve been raving about it all over Twitter and Facebook, I was fortunate enough to go see Lenny Kravitz at The Ryman on Monday night. Fantastico! I would post pics but they all came out pretty crappy. So go here for way better pics of the event than I could ever hope to take. I went with two of my greatest gal pals and we had mad fun actin’ crazy. Anywho, much to say about that but bottom line, it was all sorts of spectacular.
The End.
You might find this interesting when you get older. Or just further testament to your mother’s weird quirkiness.
Anywho.
Your father has gotten into this incredibly adorable habit of calling you “Buttercup” or “Butternut”. Don’t ask me what the whole “butter” theme is all about but isn’t that the cutest thing?
Your mother (that’s me), on the other hand, tends to call you “Stinker Butt” or “Booger”. Equally as adorable as “Butternut”, in my opinion, and much more truthful.
You should know that this is in no way an indication of which parent loves you more.
Just thought I would share that lil’ tidbit for posterity.
And now, here are a few pictures from the great “Pumpkin Patch Painting Party” of ‘09 at day care. We trekked to the “pumpkin patch” and all the kiddos got to go pick their pumpkin. You, of course, picked the only one without a stem but that’s ok. It was still a beautiful gourd and you seemed quite proud of it.
And then, the chaos began. But it was fun chaos, and messy. Jars of paint were set out on a blanket and the madness commenced! You didn’t get what to do with the paintbrush at first so it promptly went into your mouth and your teeth became a lovely shade of bright blue. You screamed bloody murder and then decided to try and see if the green tasted better. It didn’t.
Once you got the hang of it and understood the whole “painting a pumpkin concept”, it was on. And you know what, your pumpkin turned out to be the ugliest pumpkin I’ve ever seen quite nice.
Of course, pumpkins being perishable, mommy will have to throw it out soon but wow, aren’t you glad I took these pictures to document the day and show all of the internets? You are gonna have some cool stuff to show any future boyfriends.
Love,
Mommy
I bought a pumpkin today. Never bought a pumpkin before that I can recall. Here’s my question…is there a difference between a “pie pumpkin” (that’s what it says on the sticker) and one you use to carve a jack-o-lantern? Do I need to return my “pie pumpkin” for a “jack-o-lantern” pumpkin? ‘Cause you know I ain’t makin’ no dang pie! Or a jack-o-lantern either for that matter but I was instructed to bring one to Sam’s class so they can paint it or some such. Eh, a “pie pumpkin” will have to do.
I had the craziest dream last night. I dreamed (or is it “dreamt”?) that somehow I had an, ahem, compromising photo of the Queen of Austria (of which there is no such thing, right?) that I somehow magically got published on the front page of a Parisian newspaper. Ze Queen got royally pissed at me and was after my head. I had to run, physically RUN, from Paris, France to that beautiful country of neutrality, Switzerland. I can’t remember if I made it or not but I think I did. Anyone wanna analyze me?
Because I’m tired of doom and gloom, here’s a cute picture of me and The Accountant. I love me a man in a suit!
I have a headache of the most massive proportions. It’s been a helluva weekend. And not in a good way.
The Accountant’s grandfather passed away on Friday morning. The funeral is a few hours away tomorrow. Then tonight, his grandmother (other side of the family) tripped over a cat and fell and hit her head on a step. She is really busted up and has some bleeding on the brain, broken bones and nose, etc. Not sure the full extent of all that yet.
If you have grandparents, go tell them you love them and don’t take them for granted.
And now I’m going to get all our “stuff” ready for tomorrow. Grandma T is taking care of Sam for the day so we will drop her off in the morning and then make the drive to the funeral.
Goodnight.
Update: Better than expected report from doctor once she was transferred out of the ghetto hospital and into a good one. Cat scan showed a little bleeding on the brain but not as much as first thought. Has a broken nose, eyes are swollen shut, face and arms badly bruised and surgeon had to sew up her face. Not sure when she will come home but we are feeling much better about things late tonight. Must get to bed now as we have an early and long day tomorrow.
Sidenote: I went to the new gym and hopped on the treadmill for almost an hour. Great stress reliever except now I’m too wound up to sleep. But I feel better so I’ll take it.
UPDATE: Hub’s grandmother will be released from the hospital today! This is great news! Thanks for all the thoughts, prayers and good vibes!
I have tried very hard to like Conan O’Brien but I just don’t.
I booked my flight to NYC today! Going next month for a weekend.
Tomorrow is my Friday. As I believe I have mentioned before.
I ran for the first time in weeks tonight and it felt great. Much walking but some running.
I am loving The Time Traveler’s Wife on this second try. Will I finish by bookclub? Doubtful.
I am coming down with my monthly cold. Ugh.
Sam took a bunch of steps in a row today. She is so proud of herself, as are we.
Goodnight.
Yep, just made that title up. Straight from my brilliance. Be jealous.
I am kind of digging this article…They’re On Their Own. My parents didn’t pay for my college. I had scholarships, loans and a job. I graduated. It worked out. Sort of. I’m not saying this is what The Accountant and I will do (especially since Mr. Mad Planner has already got a college savings account set up for the little bugger) but I think it makes sense. Besides, I might decide to go to New Zealand or somewheres with that money…ya never know.
You know what intimidates me? The spice aisle in the grocery. All those weird names of spices I don’t know what to do with in a million tiny jars. I once spent 30 minutes in that aisle looking for lemon zest. I am not even kidding. Sometimes I’m a complete clueless idiot.
Today I can say that “tomorrow I can say that tomorrow is my Friday”. Capiche? In other words, I’m off Friday. Can I get a woot woot? Thank you. Again, be jealous. Hubs and I have plans for a much needed lovely day together. Today was icky. I am completely burned out, completely apathetic, completely freakin’ done. I am a body in a chair, a talking head. Blurgity blurgity bloo.
Let’s see, what else…oh, hmmmm, apparently my brilliance is over for the night. G’night. Peace.
I know I keep saying this but Sam is REALLY close to walking on her own. Honest. But until then we keep practicing.
I really struggle with my post titles. Can you tell? Heh.
I woke up in a rather irritated mood this morning but am quickly turning my ‘tude around because various good things have already happened and it’s not even 10am yet. Wanna hear ‘em?
1. Sam was in a semi-decent mood this morning even though she has a cold and is producing more snot than, well, than I don’t know what, but it is a LOT of snot. She didn’t cry or whine when I dropped her off at “school” this morning as she has been doing some of lately. Oh, and there is this adorable little boy who has been greeting me at the classroom door the last few days. He just smiles so big and waves like I’m the grandest thing ever. It must be the hair.
2. My co-worker and partner in crime brought me a yummy greasy fast food breakfast that I will inhale now and regret later. I love fast food y’all. Cringe if you must but I love every poisonous chemical, every trans fat particle, and every artificial ingredient in it. So there.
3. A particular something that I can’t really mention on here as it pertains to The Man. But I had to include it in the list. I mean, it’s not THAT great of a thing but will do me for today.
4. I have Pandora on my computer and it is rockin’ some great tunes. And the best part is that when I get bored with one station I can change to a different genre and get to be surprised with each song selection, and ditch it if I don’t like it. I’m thinking there is a life metaphor in there somewhere.
5. This.
So I know I’ve only been away a few short days, but I’ve missed my lil’ space here on the internets. Been busy with…well, honestly, I don’t even know. Nothing specific, just life stuff I guess. “Life Stuff”…that is such an indistinct term isn’t it? Anywho.
Let’s see, here’s some highlights from the past few days…
Had a “me day” last week. This entails taking Sam to daycare and coming back home or doing whatever I want. Last week it was coming back home and going back to bed for four glorious heavenly hours.
Had a lovely visit/dinner with Grandma T. Sam lurves her some Grandma T let me tell you! They crawled around on the floor and acted all kinds of goofy together. So cute. She really should come around more often. So sez I.
Hubs and I recruited a fabulous friend to stay with Sam while we went to the Titans/Colts game. We all know how that went. The game I mean. But it was just good to get out of the house, just the two of us. Along with however-many-thousands-of-people fit into LP Field. Eh, you know what I mean. We left at halftime anyway and had a late dinner downtown. Nice.
Hmmmmm….I feel like I have neglected to relay some major event in the life of Finn and Family but you don’t really care what I ate for supper the other night anyway do ya? Besides, I am drawing a blank so you will just have to suffer the not knowing.
It’s Monday. I go see LENNY Kravitz with ma girls in two weeks!!! I have no idea why I always capitalize his first name but I just do. Deal.
Do you ever just have something completely stupid pop into your head? Of course you don’t, but I do. All.The.Time. Here’s one from this morning’s drive in. Isn’t it totally counterintuitive* to buy and plant wildflower seeds, with the intention of these seeds growing into “wildflowers”? And if you do that, do the resulting flowers cease to be WILDflowers? I mean, given that you fiddle-farted around with nature and planted them on purpose and all? They can’t be “wild” then can they? Am I the only person who wonders about these things? Hello????
*did i spell and/or use that word correctly? i have been dying to say that word all day. shut up. you know you love me.
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