Look at this thing. I just parked next to it and my car is twice as long!
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July 23rd, 2008
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I’ve been on the hunt for a new plumber, you know, one that doesn’t know my history.
We’ll I was on my way to pick up Squirrel from summer school, today, when this guy pulled out in front of me. With a name like The Happy Plumber, how could I not give him a try?
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I know I’ve said it before, but from now on, I am going to start blogging more regularly. It’s going to become a habit like brushing my teeth. Like using the words “for reals”.
I’m totally seriously.
And, of course, this post and all the future blogging that I am SO gonna do, is more for me than it is for you (all 3 of you, and you know who you are), so don’t expect super great content or anything. I am doing this for me, because I am woman and hear me roar! {S lol
Well, that and the fact that I am missing my blog for reals.
Not only do I need to get my groove back, I need to smother it until it goes limp in my arms.
How killer does this look?!
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Thanks to Misty and Miss Prissy I am reading again in I don’t know how many years.
How long have I had the internet?
So girls, when is the done date?
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I have walked past these tiny garden mushrooms for the last 3 summers at Lowe’s, and today, I finally decided to throw 2 of them into my cart. They are made of glass and ceramic and they make me smile every time I look at them. I stuck them in the ficus by my sliding glass door.
I am simply giddy over these shrooms!
Now, I need a new gnome. My last one got eaten by the sun. No! Maybe what I really need is a pink flamingo. ONG! Yes, I so need a flamingo!
I woke up this morning, and instead of showering and tackling laundry, I threw on clothes, sunscreen and grabbed my hedge trimmers. I spent 8 hours earning blisters and aches and pains. I’m still out here, only now I am laying on a lounge chair with a margarita.
While I was collecting dirt underneath my nails, Mr. X made progress in the garage. Today was the day that he climbed up into the racks and took down all the hockey gear. Helmets, pads, sticks, skates, jerseys and Stretch’s hunkin’ goalie bag. Snoop helped him load everything into the back of his truck and then drove his Dad down to a used sports equipment store, so they could donate it all.
The memories of my children skating and all of our family time at the rink were made even more intense by the smell of hockey. OMG, that smell! I still love it! It really was bittersweet - to think that those days are over and instead of spending tons of money, our weekends at tournaments and on the road, we are able to finally stay home and get things done around the house.
I should be totally happy, right? Gulp.
Between summer school and the kids’ activities, I feel as if I having been living in my car. Squirrel blew it in English last year and now has to be in class Mon - Thursday at 7:30am and has to be picked up at 1:30pm and as soon as I get him home, I have to turn around and take him and Stretch to do whatever they want to do. Whether it’s the water park, a friend’s house, the movies or the cyber cafe - all I do is drive!
Which is why today was so nice. Mr. X and I got to sleep in late and enjoy a nice, leisurely lunch at Chipotle. Then, it was back home for the hanging of the perfect chandelier.
This thing weighed a ton. It’s hard to tell from the pictures, but this baby is big and beefy! While Mr. X was holding it from the top via a ladder, I was underneath pushing it upwards. It took everything I had. I am so weak and have zero upper body strength. 
This light replaced the one that we had purchased 5 years ago. As time went by, it became uglier and uglier. The finish on it had faded to a putrid pink color; it appeared as if someone had vomited a huge ass bottle of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill all over it. As I was carrying it out to the garage Mr. X asked, “Why the hell did we buy that thing?” I shrugged and answered, “It must’ve been late at night and we probably had all 3 kids with us.”
‘Nuff said.
Anyway, this is it; the holy grail of dining room chandeliers. It will hang until the day I die. Now, to get rid of the oak hutch and replace it with a massive buffet. You know how it is, one thing always leads to another.
I am a mother of 3 boys, so I am used to reptiles. We have been through Spike the Bearded Dragon, Kiwi the Chameleon and the nameless geckos that escaped from their aquariums and made their homes in the boys’ hockey bags. We have had it all!
Well, except for snakes.
Late Wednesday night, I was laying in bed watching the addiction in itself, Intervention, when I got a MMS on my Blackberry from Snoop.
Look what I bought.
Josh and his friend Brandon got their own apartment a few months ago and Snoop (yes, he’s still friends with him) spotted them some money to get “a pet”. Of course, I had oh-so bad feelings about the WHOLE thing, but had to take deep breaths and try to let them go. Snoop is 18 now, working full-time, and well, yeah - whatever.
Yesterday, I called my son after work to ask if he was coming straight home because I needed to discuss a few things with him (the new no cellphone while driving law and a college counselor appt.).
“Hey you, coming home?”
“OMG, no. We are on our way to Reptropolis.”
“What?! Oh, God….food, you’re gonna feed it aren’t you?”
“No! We already did, late last night. A rat and I couldn’t do it, so Josh threw it in the cage. All afternoon it had been awesome, letting us hold it etc…and then it ate. Mom, it was so loud, it squeezed the rat and you could hear all the bones breaking. OMG. And then it dislocated it’s jaw and swallowed the thing whole. Then….THEN its’ personality totally changed!”
“Snoop, seriously, what are you saying?”
“Mom, it tried to bite my arm, so we put it Brandon’s room and when he came home from work and opened the door, it went into a full “cobra stance”!
Snoop told me, they all sat out in the living room for an hour trying to come up with a plan and, oh how I would’ve killed to be a fly on that wall! Finally, Snoop threw open the door and got the snake by the end (its’ tail?) and pulled it out to where the guys were sitting. Problem was, half of the snake was still in Brandon’s room.
The snake was 15ft. long!
“It’s in the back of the car in a duct taped box. We’re returning it.”
Part of me wanted to freak out and the other part wanted to burst into laughter. Okay, maybe just a small part.
Is this what they mean by “letting your children learn from their mistakes”?
O is sportin’ the Star Jones look this month.
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Samantha (Sex and the City): "That Bunny's got my bag!"
