Archive for January, 2007
Ian can work the VCR.
I don’t know how. I never taught him how to do it. We have mostly DVDs, but I have some old Animaiacs VHS tapes that the boy loves. I guess those Warner Brothers (and the Warner Sister, Dot) were motivation enough.
You know, I’m not even sure my Dad can work the VCR, and that guy has almost sixty years on Ian. Granted, he’s only had about 23 or so years to practice with his VCR, but you’d think that the ability to read and two masters degrees would give him the edge over the boy. Nope. Ian got it first.
Maybe I can get him to teach me how to install the new version of Firefox.
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8:48 am |
What kind of American throws a baby shower on Super Bowl Sunday?
(No offense, Allison, but Super Bowl Sunday???)
Do you think there will be beer and chicken wings?
Don’t get me wrong - I’m going to the shower. It is at 1:00 and the game doesn’t start until 6:00. Do you think it would be rude to wear a jersey and facepaint?
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3:59 pm |
It is Elizabeth’s 40th birthday today. She is trying to get 40 comments for her fortieth. Go tell her happy birthday. 
Sunday School Jamz? Are you kidding me? (I wrote more about this here.)
It’s cold.
I bought Pillsbury’s Garlic Butter Crescent Rolls the other day. They sound good, but they were pretty gross. Too much fake garlic flavoring.
Currently reading: “Running With Scissors” by Augusten Burroughs
. Why didn’t you guys tell me this book was going to suck me in? I’m having trouble putting it down.
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9:26 am |
January 29, 2007 | Food
(cue Cinderella)
Dear Publix,
I hate all the grocery stores in Northern Virginia. I’m serious. The Safeway near my house is overpriced and the lines are always long. Both of the Giants that are close both suck and really aren’t that clean. The Wegmans is too far away for everyday shopping and the workers are very grumpy.
My Trader Joes is really small. Sure they have good cheese, but I end up having to go there and somewhere else just to get enough food to prepare an entire meal. The Shoppers Food Warehouse is full of assclowns, they only have two of the carts that I can fit both kids in and there is only one check out line that the big carts will fit through. I have to use lane seven even if the mean cashier is there.
MacGruders is a joke, it is like shopping at a 7-11 with produce, the close Harris Teeter closed down and the other shoppers at Whole Foods smell bad, plus the parking lot is impossible to get out of.
I know, you can’t believe I am complaining when I have this many grocery stores to choose from, but dear Publix, I miss your bakery. I miss your deli. You were always clean and you had the best fried chicken.
Why are you only in the South?
This is not an advertisement. Publix probably doesn’t even remember me.
But I remember you, Publix. I miss you. Please come to Virginia.
Call me.
Love,
Sarah
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11:02 am |
For those of you playing along at home Shaq Attack was born healthy and seemingly happy two days ago. You can see her stats here. I went and visited her today. Sadly, I have no pictures because Claudia has some sort of aversion to me paying attention to other people’s children. Apparently she really hates it when I hold babies.
In tandem with her birth, we have the winners of the Virtual Joke Shower Contest. You can see the results over here. The winning joke made the anesthesiologist laugh out loud.
Good times.
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11:36 pm |
The twins have named their babies and their horses. (They are dolls and stick horses, but you knew that already, didn’t you?)
Claudia named her baby Keisha. To the best of my knowledge, Claudia doesn’t have any little friends named Keisha, so either she made it up or heard it on tv.
Ian named his baby Ian.
Claudia named her horse Sushi. At first I thought she might have named her Suzy, but no - Sushi.
We watch a lot of Food Network programming.
Ian’s horse is named Ian.
Claudia named her bath doll Gretel. Ian named his Ian.
Claudia is working on naming her bear. Your guess is as good as mine to what she will eventually end up with. The last we spoke up it Claudia was considering “Betty” for her bear’s name.
I think I have a hunch what Ian will be naming his bear.
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5:33 pm |
The Goon Squad’s grandparents help pay for their preschool. Each set of grandparents provides a “scholarship” for one child.
Yes, I know we are lucky, but that isn’t why I am telling you this. I am telling you about the scholarships so that I can get to this part of the story.
I got a check in the mail today from my father.
In the memo line he wrote “hush money”.
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3:14 pm |
So, I just got off the phone with Steve Case.
No, really. I was on a conference call with Steve Case, and he was really cool. I was joined by Cindy, Kelly, Jenn and Jenny. We talked about his new website Revolution Health. It is a brand new site that is kind of like WebMD, but better.
The other ladies were very professional and asked well thought out, intelligent sounding questions while I said things like Holy Shit! Steve Fucking Case! “Uh, duh, ummmmm… What is WebMd?”
I’m kidding. I did okay, even though I am pretty sure everyone could clearly make out the sound of “Madagascar” in the background. I guess you if want Mommybloggers, you get the added bonus of getting to rock out to “I Like to Move It”.
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3:11 pm |
You are supposed to sing that title to the tune of either “Born in the U.S.A.” or “Banned in the U.S.A.” depending on which one you think is funnier.
Either way, my friend Mark (I still haven’t been able to figure out why he is wrestling a donkey in that picture) is currently working on shooting a movie somewhere outside of Addis Ababa, and he says that the Ethiopian government has banned Sarah and the Goon Squad.
I feel like such a bad ass.
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9:20 am |
I know I have a lot of male readers so I wanted to help you guys out.
If your wife/girlfriend/significant other gets a hair cut, and you don’t say anything about it, she is going to think you hate it. As in, ‘if you can’t think of anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.’ Especially if her hair is a completely different color or considerably shorter. It might actually be better to say you liked it the old way better, but she still looks nice than nothing at all. Or she might be silently freaking out until she starts crying for what would appear to be no reason. Even if you liked her new hair the whole time.
Not that I would ever do anything like that. I’m just sayin’.
This might save you some grief in the future.
You are welcome.
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6:22 pm |
