My kid is weird :-)

OK, I admit it, she's weird (my son is too, but this one...she's apparently strange from the start ;-)) C is a peanut. She's already into everything. She can figure out how to get through child locks that still perplex her older (by 4.5 years) brother. She loves to draw in books...and on the table...and on the fridge...and on the floor...did i mention the table?

She also loves her red shoes. These are shiny red shoes that I bought when an online shoe store was changing their inventory and I got these (size 7) for $3.... Of course C has a size 5 foot in length but apparently she's got a woman's size 8 in width LOL. This child is in love with her red shoes. She brings them to me and will hit me with them (well, tap me with them) over.and.over.and.over until I put them on her. She can be wearing footed pj's, she can be wearing nothing at all....but she wants these shiny red shoes on. She now has a blister that's healing from where the strap was rubbing her fat little foot. Every morning now we struggle with forcing her to wear her crocs instead of the shiny red shoes...wheeeeeee!!

That's really it...She's weird, but I guess Apples come from Apple Trees.... ;-)

The Postman always complains twice...

Today we were heading out to lunch. Our office manager had opted to stay behind because there was a package being delivered that we had been "missing" whenever the postal person was delivering.

As we were leaving we hear a man yelling "hey, hey you ladies...don't leave" and we realized that we were being flagged down by the mailman. He was yelling from a block away "hey don't leave...i got a delivery for you" so we waited.

He's got a dolly with three boxes on it. The top one belongs to us. He commences bitching about how many times this thing was attempted to be delivered, and how every time they come we aren't there. My friend said "if you always come at lunchtime, well, we AREN'T there." Guy then starts complaining about the other "poor kid" who has been attempting delivery to our place of business on SATURDAY. We work in building with lawyers. There aren't usually people working on Saturday in the office. I told the postman that perhaps we need to make sure that people use UPS when they send us things as they don't deliver on Saturday and we wouldn't have to worry about missing deliveries (or listening to the guy who gets fricking paid to deliver this stuff complain about the packages he has to deliver). Add to that the fact that Mr. Postman then tries to give us a package for another building on our street. "well youse guys are all the same company right?" Ummmm, no. In fact in our building alone there are a non-profit, a bio-technical firm, lawyers, and a sorority. And the ppl in the other building aren't the same ppl....the company who manages the buildings are the same. But that's like delivering your mail to your aunt sue's brother in law....makes no sense.

O well. Dude was also wearing a pair of what appeared to be disposable sunglasses...tres chic!

Woman in yellow, or Curious George's Biatch

I was riding the train into work one morning, mid-day actually, as i had to take chloe to a ped appointment first. I noticed that there was a young woman sitting across the aisle from me. She was young, probably early early 20's. Nothing truly remarkable about her...aside from her head to mid-knee yellow outfit.

She was dressed in banana yellow...cropped jacket & pants tucked into brown cowboy boots. She had her hair pulled up on one side and bushy/kinda teased up on the other side. She had on plastic framed glasses that reminded me of protective eye wear that the woodshop teachers wore in high school. She also had a belly bag, i suppose to protect her valuable stash of screaming yellow zonkers or bananas or what not.

What in the world would posses one to wear such an outfit? Honestly?? I initially thought maybe she's a "new member" of a sorority somewhere around here, but truly it was before the recruitment season opened for most of the schools in the tri-state area. Some friends suggested perhaps she was celebrating mardi gras or something. Perhaps. Since dressing like a ripe piece of fruit such as a banana is a big custom around mardi gras.

oh well. i will probably never know. perhaps she just likes yellow...something i will ponder.

Personal Massagers LOL lisa

While I was in college, I was amazed at the advertising that went on in readers digest and TV guide and other family-oriented magazines. The product was a personal massager, and the advert usually showed a woman using the vibrating massager on her neck or on her cheek....

um yeah...ok that's where the average sexually repressed woman would use her personal massager to relieve her "tensions" LMAO....oooh yeah, yeah baby...loosen that knot, massage me, massage me MASSAGE ME!!

LMAO...