Oh, five minutes, where have you been?

3 May

So folks, its been a hectic few weeks, leaving me with zero time for writing. And thinking for that matter.  A trip to New York City to visit one of my besties for her 30th, which left me exhausted and feeling a tad bit old.  And then a big event at work where I witnessed quite possibly the greatest dyed, comb-overed mullet the world has ever known.  Not to mention way too many men wearing salmon colored pants.  Ah, Capitol Hill.  My child who decided she would no longer drink milk for two weeks (and therefore convincing me she was going to stop growing)decided that she now loves milk and demands it at-random.  MILK. MILK? MILK? MILK!  This is very similar to when we are in the car and I get SONG. SONG? SONG? SONG? SONG?!  I have yet to determine if this is a tactic to get me to turn my back for a moment and therefore give her the opportunity to draw yet another crayoned masterpiece on our wall. Big daddy and I are now on our third week of a trial-vegetarian period.  We’re hoping this didn’t contribute to us both getting sick last week.  Although I’m sure that was more a combination of allergies and sheer exhaustion.  So what if I fell asleep on a Friday night at 8:30pm half-way through a special on Royal Weddings past? To make matters worse, Game of Thrones has started and I had to start reading the book immediately, which means my geekiness is now out in full-effect and I’m losing even more sleep reading it.

Needless to say I have much to share, but my brain is currently on vacation, so I’ll get started tomorrow.  In-between packing for our move in three weeks and my trip to the beach with the ladies this weekend. Sheesh.

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2 Responses to “Oh, five minutes, where have you been?”

  1. thomas beights May 4, 2011 at 12:47 pm #

    Is Steve aware you call him big daddy in your blog? This could be a semantic impact difference of gay boy / straight guy. I, ergo we the gays, not a fan of being called big anything. Guys, they are whatever and prob like it.

    • Mommy Needs A Pinot May 4, 2011 at 1:25 pm #

      I don’t think we have ever discussed it. When I first told him about it he asked me not to mention his name. He doesn’t read it anyway. But you know he calls everything BIG something or other, so it seems fitting.

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