44 posts tagged “clark”
So, apparently, Clark thinks that I am crazy... He heard me typing and asked what I was doing... When I told him I was shopping for "lipo in a box" -- because I only have a month until Sulcata's wedding and I know I won't be able to slim down now if I haven't been able to in the last 3 months -- he was all like, "Why are you doing that?!?" And I was like, "Because I only have a month until the wedding, so I need time for this to ship." And then, after he asked (basically the same thing) a couple more times, I realized what Clark meant... He thought I was going to extremes and ordering some sort of crazy diet pills... I was all like, "No! It's a slimming suit to make me seem thinner -- I am not crazy enough to actually take diet pills!" So yes, my friends... This is what Prozac has brought me to...
Good thing Clark and I will not actually start carpooling until next week -- he just called to tell me that he forgot his wedding ring! He took it off to go to the gym last night (since he noticed it bending slightly when he was lifting weights one time), and he "forgot" to put it back on... I joked that I might not have time to bring it in to him, but then he started reminding me that he could "play single" all day, so I guess I can make some time for him! Teeheehee... Later days...
Clark never ceases to amaze me... He stayed home from work today and got all sorts of unsoldering and soldering done... So, it seems that we should be able to turn water back on in our house again tonight! There is one small leak that he is patching as I type, and then we should be good to go... Oh, my, I am sooooooo happy! On a side note, I just wanted to remind everyone that my posts and e-mail checking will probably be sparse over the next week... (Arizona, Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam, and Vegas, baby!!!)... Later days...
Clark: hey sweetie ... how was your morning?
Me: my morning has been ok ...yours?
Clark: i almost got blown up ...i got gas this morning ($36.35) ...and some lady next too me left her car on while she was pumping ... i told her that she should turn her car off
Me: omg... thats dumb
Me: hahaahahaha
Clark: i told her that i didn't want to explode
Me: well, i guess exploding keeps you rather toasty!
Clark: she said "that's very unlikely to happen" ... i said "unlikely or not, your car has a combustion engine - its job is to cause explosions" ...thankfully she was nearly done and left very quickly
Clark: hehe
Later days...
It has been so long since I have actually sat down and blogged about all the things I have been planning on blogging... Today's post will be rather long, and it will probably jump from one topic to the next... Feel free to skip this one if you don't want to get all dizzy!
Where to start?!? Well, the other day I was planning on blogging something that was rather shocking to me, but I somehow never got online that day, or the next, or the next, etc.... I wonder what you all will think, though, so I feel compelled to post about it even though it happened on Monday... I was driving down the highway, at about 65mph, when I noticed a dog running around (loose) in the back of an open-bed pickup truck ahead of us... I called 911 and the operator, basically, told me that he thought I was wasting his time... He asked if I really thought it was an emergency... I responded, "For that dog and the drivers who are surrounding that truck, yes, I would say this constitutes an emergency!" He sounded exasperated, and told me that he didn't think it was an emergency, nor did he believe it was illegal... I was pissed, but I still don't know to whom I should register a complaint... Any ideas?
I crashed storytime the other day, with Boogie, and then went out to lunch with Bagel... She is such a bum! We agreed to split the bill and she paid for it behind my back! But, that is not the funniest part... The funniest part is that Boogie looked like he was taking tequila shots at lunch... Why was that?!? Because he was sprinkling "stinky cheese" (parmesan) onto his drink lid, licking it off, and washing it down with a quick sip of his lemonade... Hilarious! That is, after he actually ended up with lemonade... I was pretty upset when it happened, though I realized it was not the end of the world, but they actually gave him freakin' soda instead of lemonade at first... He said something about his drink "burning" his mouth, and I thought he was just being silly, so I told him to stop being silly and drink his drink... Man, I feel like that mom at Chili's whose kid had the margarita... After a while, he wanted the lid off, so he could get a piece of ice, and I noticed the carbonation... I was not thrilled, but I didn't pitch a fit (even though I wanted to)... Bagel says we should have figured it out when Boogie kept taking sips and then asking how old he had to be to have soda -- "I have to be 2?!?" I was like, "No! You have to be much older." Now we know why he was so confused! Geesh, people! I know that some people let their toddlers drink soda, but we asked for LEMONADE!!!
Boogie is being really cute all the time, but he is also getting on my nerves a lot lately... He says the same things over, and over, and over again in hopes that I will suddenly jump up and cater to his every whim... "I wanna watch tv... I wanna watch TV... I wanna watch TV!" ... How about, NO! I know that is what toddlers are all about, but, man, it drives me nuts! It's like that episode of Family Guy where Stewie is going, "Mom... Mom... Momma... Momma... Mommy... Mommy... Lois... Lois..."
I feel like I have not seen many of my friends in entirely too long... I see the friends that I work with, and that is good at least, but I really have felt like I have had "no life" these last few weeks... I guess that stems from the whole "working two weekends in a row and using days off for nothing but running errands" kind of operation I've been running... The good news is that I will not be working another weekend until next month, and working two weekends in a row made it possible for me to get the time off for heading to Vegas! I am so psyched about my vacation... Let's just hope that the jet lag doesn't turn Boogie into a monster!
A while back, my father said that we should go out "for coffee" (even though I have always hated coffee and he should recognize that fact by now!) so he could explain the whole mom and NMD situation... Well, I was all worried that maybe my dad was gay and trying to hide it by staying married to my mom -- though I was not so much worried that he was gay but the thought that he may have felt that he had to hide said gayness from me... Well, it turns out that I was WAY off... Sure, my mom's boyfriend (NMD) seems pretty gay, and he started off as my dad's friend first -- let alone the fact that my mom always acts like she is the resident expert on gay men who pretend to be straight by getting married and having kids... That, apparently, has nothing to do with why my dad allows NMD to be with my mom... Evidently, my dad really does just feel terrible about the fact that he cheated on my mom -- like 20 years ago! -- and is willing to put up with anything "short of her ripping [his] heart out and stepping on it" because she never divorced him and/or tried to take us away from him... The look of relief and the tears in his eyes lead me to believe that he was telling the God's honest truth... He was so happy that my mom "forgave" him (although she constantly brought it up and rubbed it in his face) and never took his kids away that he is willing to pay penance for it for the rest of his life... He said that he could not imagine only having visitation time with us and that anything he goes through now is nothing compared to the loss he would have felt if my mom took us away from him... Wow! Talk about feeling more loved than ever...
And, speaking of feeling loved, I just have to say one more time how amazing Clark is... He is such an awesome daddy, a supportive hubby, and an awesome friend... Even if he does drive me crazy with his fetish for high-end electronics! Teeheehee... The new TV is great, and I really am happy that Clark was able to get something he wanted so badly -- even if the price tag made me balk... He knows that he is not getting anything else like this for quite some time, and he is ok with that, so I guess "normalcy" will resume once again... (Or, at least the normalcy you can have when your home TV feels like a movie theater screen!)... Teeheehee...
What else? Umm... I have been doing way better with the OCD thing, as evidenced in my lack of compulsion to post to this blog every ten seconds... My kitchen is not dirty, but it is not tidy either, and I am ok with that... The only thing that I wish I could do a little better without going completely OCD is my laundry... We get down really low and then I have to hurry up and do a bunch before Boogie runs out of underwear or some such thing... I am so thrilled that he is wearing bog boy undies, though I do wish he would stop telling us that he will "poop in the potty when [he gets] bigger"... Umm... Why not now, dude?!? Sure, we are saving lots of money on diapers/pull-ups because we only need them for bedtime/naptime, but it is frustrating as hell to have to keep cleaning up poop... More often than not, he just goes in his pull-up or his diaper, but there are occasional accidents in his undies, and it's not pretty (to say the least)...
Enough talk about crap, though... Nice stuff?!? I was in the newspaper recently, so people have been jokingly calling me a "celebrity," which is pretty fun to play up... The teens at my library love me and are excited about the upcoming summer reading program (SRP)... I am even pretty well underway with my SRP planning, so that makes me feel happy/less stressed at work... If only I could start ordering books again, life would be just peachy keen! I know it will all get back to "normal," and then summer will take over and make everything crazy again... But, for some reason, I am so much more confident about this summer... Maybe it is the fact that I have actually done this before... Maybe it's because I am so confident that our proposed changes will really make a big difference in how easily we can handle things... Either way, I am more excited than scared, and that is an awesome feeling!
Since I have been in here posting for so long, my boys are wondering if I will ever finish... Better wrap this up... Later days...
So, Clark has pretty much always said things in front of Boogie that can be taken in a naughty way... He is a man, and men are just glorified boys, so I don't really expect him to "grow up" and grow out of this habit... And, usually, it is something very innocent that would go completely over Boogie's head without causing problems or embarrassment... This morning, nevertheless, he said something very potentially bad for repeating... We were eating chocolate chip pancakes when Boogie exclaimed, "I have a big one in my mouth!" (Obviously, he was talking about a big bite of food)... Well, Clark got an evil gleam in his eye and instantly responded, "Mommy gets a big one in her mouth too!" My jaw dropped, and I stared at him, incredulous... He started to blush and then claimed, "I couldn't help it!" ... Umm... Sure! WTF dude?!? I just hope this is not one of those things that Boogie decides to repeat -- especially at school... Oh my goodness... Later days...
I have a date with my hubby tonight, but I have absolutely no idea what we will be doing... Clark insists on this crazy "surprise date," and it is driving me crazy! I am sure it will be something awesome, but I just want to know what's going on, you know?!? Later days...
Clark's boss just totally drunk-dialed him... Apparently, he has an idea that he thinks could "make [them] millions"... He wants to get together next weekend to talk about whether it's even possible... I asked Clark whether his boss would even remember, and he replied, "Yes... Because he said he is recording it!" Hahahahahahahahaha... Later days...
Are best left as surprises... Who knew?!? I decided that I was going to use my "buy back" bonus check to buy Clark the tattoo he has been talking about for so long... (Boogie's name in binary)... And, of course -- in typical Bee fashion -- I let the cat out of the bag a few days early... Well, this morning that plan has gone out the window... Why is that?!? Because my dentist has decided that one of my crowns needs to be replaced... Very expensive, but very necessary... Otherwise, he fears that my tooth (or, rather, the small stub of tooth that is left underneath the crown) will be too accessible for decay... If I get a cavity in that tooth, it would likely need to come out... And, let me tell you, a dental implant is surely more expensive than a crown... Gah! Clark sounded so crushed when I told him over the phone, but I didn't know what else to do... Do I let him keep his hopes up that he will be getting this tattoo this weekend when he most likely won't be, or do I tell him as soon as I know so as to be more open and honest?!? I hope he agrees, at least in time, that I made the right decision... Later days...
Or, the bane of the Bee-Clark household... Yeah... So, I fell down some stairs at home last Wednesday, and Clark decided he had to one-up me... He fell down some stairs at work and sprained his ankle so badly even the ER people thought it may have been broken... My favorite part of the story, nonetheless, is the fact that he freakin' IMed me at work to ask if I could take him to the hospital... I'm sorry, Clark, but worst-case-scenario-girl needs a damn phone call for questions like that, so I can know IMMEDIATELY what the hell is going on... You scared the crap out of me, damnit! But, anyway, all is well... Or as well as it can be when Clark's hands hurt so badly (bruised from supporting himself) that he complains about needing crutches in the first place and threatens to stop using them before he is supposed to (because the splint does such a great job supporting his foot/ankle that he is getting overconfident)... Oh wait, I forgot -- he is not just threatening to give them up... He is already phasing them out and putting weight on his right foot/ankle even though the doctor warned him not to put ANY weight on it for AT LEAST 48 hours... But what does she know, anyway, right?!? Later days...
