I decided to do a tiny bit of clothes shopping this morning since I’ll be somewhere it may be cold this weekend and I have no long-sleeved shirts and only one pair of jeans.

Reason #1 it’s a good idea to NOT shop alone? When you try to put on one of those undergarment-thingys that is supposed to hold your shit in and you get it halfway over your head and realize it was a bad idea but now you have one arm caught above your head and the other arm is cinched by your side? It would have been nice to have someone there to pry me from its boa constrictor-like grip instead of having to damn near dislocate my shoulder to squeeze out. That was 15 minutes of life that I’ll never get back.

I didn’t find any long-sleeved shirts. I did find one cute shirt and a pair of jeans. I decided that I needed some new shoes to go with the outfit. Some sparkly black flats would have been nice. Instead, I came away with a new pair of Converse sneakers. Black and white. (Nevermind that I already had some patterned like pinstripes. These are less formal!) The new shirt is black and white (Um, much like ALL of my shirts) so they’ll match. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.

Last Saturday I had to work until midnight but Sweety got me up early on Sunday to go to Epcot. I’ve been bugging him to go because I wanted to see Captain EO while it was running. I guess it played at Epcot for awhile and was replaced with something else and they brought it back last year. I’m not a Michael Jackson fan but I wanted to see it anyway. Maybe I cried a little at the end. I am obviously crazy.

Something else I wanted to do there was check out Club Cool. It’s an attraction that’s a giant advertisement for Coke but! Free soda! Little bitty cups! But free soda!

Sure, some of the soda wasn’t too tasty. This was right after the taste of the one from Italy hit Sweety’s tastebuds. I was a fan of the VegitaBeta from Japan. It reminded me of red Gatorade but with a texture kind of like juice.

Of course, I couldn’t take his word that it tasted like shit and had to try it for myself. Think rotten Alka-Seltzer. We wandered around the stations and drank soda until our bellies were sloshy.

Then we had a Cosmo from France and lunch at Restaurant Marrakesh in Morocco. I learned that I love goat cheese but I do not like food that is liberally sprinkled with cinnamon. Sweety wasn’t too crazy about the food. He did like the pretty belly dancer though. We spied a margarita stand in Mexico so we had one of those and some nachos. We learned that for your money – a margarita and nachos beats the hell out of the Moroccan restaurant.

Then we came home and took a nap.

The Feeding of the Hounds took place before napping. I’ve discovered it’s easier to put Tiny Dog on the bed and let her watch Oliver eat than it is to wrangle her away from his bowl constantly. Oliver has learned that when Tiny’s on the bed that he should take advantage of that time to chow down.

Napping might not sound like a big deal but it was for Sweety. He never takes a full-on nap where he actually plans it and gets in the bed while the sun is still out. It was around 5 p.m. when we got home and he had to go into work at 11. I was very surprised when he started getting ready for bed. Surprised and excited because I love me a good nap. My plan was to nap for a couple of hours then get up and go back to bed for the night later but I ended up basically sleeping through until it was time for work the next morning. Sweety said we didn’t have a sleep – it was a hibernation.

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I adore Edward Monkton’s quirky little books. I have quite a few of them and my favorite is
The Penguin of Death. That link goes to a video of someone reading the book. Go. Listen. He has a charming accent and it’ll take next to no time.

Listened? Don’t you love it? The book is wonderfully illustrated with the Penguin’s death methods. LOVE IT!

For Valentine’s Day, I got Sweety a copy of Love Monkey. That video is incredibly cute and is the entire book in cartoon form. If you go to Edward Monkton’s website and click on the “films” link – you can also watch “The Pig of Happiness”. It will make you happy. Or, it will remind you of that one person who is always so chipper at work that you want to stab her eyes out.

I have been all over Sister Sadist‘s blog. I would have never thought that I’d be so eager to read about someone’s experience in yoga class. I want her to do yoga (do you DO yoga? that phrase feels wrong.) every day for the rest of her life and then blog about it. She has almost inspired me to try yoga. Not in a class. Too many people around to watch me most likely sweat, grunt and fall on my ass…but I am toying with the idea of getting a video from the library. I would do it after the boys were in bed and Sweety was at work. I’d lock the dogs up too. No witnesses.

The most disturbingly interesting thing I’ve read lately? A Project For Emily. I like being a wee bit nauseated after reading.

After four more Big Sleeps? I will be in the land of Bekah! I’ll get to see her do her derby thing! I will get to hug The Artist (aka the most interesting 3 year old ever, Sam)! We are going to some kickass toy stores where rumor has it – you can find tiny nesting dolls shaped like hippos! Tiny as in you-can-poke-the-smallest-hippo-in-your-nose tiny. I’m so excited!

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On the previous post, Chuck said “….How is it how you have failed because he chooses to do something in his spare time that you don’t care for. Do you do anything your parents didn’t care for? Did they fail?” when I said that I felt like I’ve failed because LB likes to do something that I am very much not a fan of.

And I had a slap of realization when I read that.

Of course not.

I know good and well that some of the things I don’t believe in make my Mom cringe and have probably landed me on her church’s prayer list. Even though I didn’t turn out the way she would have liked, I know that it has nothing to do with anything she did raising me.

Duh, Anna.

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I’ve just about got the war plan all mapped out! This Saturday I’m taking two of the girls next door (aged 12 & 14) to The Land of The Mouse! I won the tickets awhile back and have been hoarding them. We’re gonna burn through all four parks in one day. I have carefully plotted the order in which we’ll visit the parks so we can see all of the shows. Part of me wants to rent a hotel room so I don’t have to drive home after midnight (and we could wake up the next morning and go to the giant mall!!) but my thrifty side realizes that it would be stupid to spend the night in Orlando so I’ll drag our tired asses home. I’ve already tagged Sunday as my “sleep til noon” day.

I thought about taking the boys but when I nonchalantly asked LB a couple of months ago if he wanted to go to Disney, instead of saying “yes” or “no”, he said that he wanted to go to another theme park. I took that as my sign to do what I wanted with the tickets which was take the kids next door. I told Sweety if the boys found out that I took the girls and ask why – I’m going to tell them it’s because the girls give me random hugs and tell me that they love me. I can be bought.

Later this month is when I’m taking my old self to a concert with their sister. I tried listening to the music that she brought me from Insane Clown Posse but I just couldn’t do it. I think I heard two songs that I could say that I liked and the rest of it was just unpleasant to my ears. I told her that I’ve heard enough that I can fake it an the concert and look like I’m truly excited to hear them.

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