3-11-09
Apparently yesterday was my cranky day. I was just annoyed all day for no good reason. Everything annoyed me. I don’t know why, but I do know yesterday is over.
My head punished me this morning for my cranky behavior by giving me a retarded odd dream. I was in some diner and for a contest I had to eat this giant bowl of tapioca pudding with pistachios. I hate both. What was really funny is that they didn’t shell the nuts so I had to pick them out to do that. It was so gross, but I kept eating since I wanted to win. It was odd, I know, and for some reason in the dream it was disturbing. Of course now it just cracks me up.
Dax peed on the toilet!! I have been lax in my training, but I do at least try to make him pee when I strip him down for bath time. Last night I asked him if he wanted to pee. He ran out to the potty and sat for a while, but no pee. I knew he had pee in him, so I really wanted him to try. But he didn’t want to sit on the potty. So we asked him if he wanted to use the toilet. He was super jazzed about it. So Ken worked with him for a while to see if he would stand up and pee. No dice, but he tried. So then it was offered for him to sit, which he also seemed pleased about. He sat for a while until we poured some warm water on him, which got the pee flowing. He was so pleased with himself, and we were happy we got him to actually pee there since it means he may do it more. So yay!
Of course, the one problem with this was poor Bobby. While Dax was trying with the toilet, he determined that he had to poop. We asked him to wait a couple minutes. So he paced. He paced the hallways. He ran around, obviously trying to keep moving since it seemed as long as he was moving, the poo was going to stay put. Dax finished, and Bobby sprinted in. He butt wasn’t even on the seat before the flood gates were opened. Ken got doused with pee, but luckily the poo went where it needed to go. I was so impressed with his ability to hold it. It means he is getting better about it. He hasn’t had a nap time accident in a while, which means we are even closer to over night success. YAY!
The one thing needed for Dax is some more underwear. Diapers just don’t give the flexibility for those epiphany moments in which he determines that he needs to pee out in public. Pull Ups, as convenient as they are, are just pricey. As Ken pointed out, they are $3 to the $.60 for a diaper. So they really are just for outings, not around the house training. That leaves us with real undies. Yes, I will be doing a crap load more laundry, but if I have some extra underwear, then it won’t be as big a deal. So I may need to go find some cheap ones. Perhaps Kmart? Don’t know, but I am now in the market for some for Dax. Does it sound pathetic when I am considering the 99 cent store?
I was really pissy this morning since our network was down, which meant I had no net this morning. I get a little cranky when I don’t get my fix. I have some net at work, but most is blocked. I can’t do Facebook until lunch time, so I am left with nothing until noon. Not happy making.
I am trying to not pick my fingers. It is amazing how hard that is. I keep adding lotion, but you can only lotion your hands so much. I am wondering what I will need to do to stop for good. I wonder if it just gets better after time.
I saw something in my magazine about the new music video for Depeche Mode’s new single. I then realized it has been years since I watched a music video. Do they still do those? I suppose you hear all the time about interesting people directing them, but I guess I just never watch them. MTV and VH1 just don’t come into my head unless they do some reality show I might watch, and even then, I don’t think that I think about it since Tivo does all the work for me. Maybe I need to record an hour of videos once a week to make sure I am still up with the times.
I was excited, then bummed. My Tivo recorded Clerks 2 off of Comedy Central. It was the unedited version, which meant no bleeps or cuts (there was some pixilation, since they didn’t want us to see Jay’s junk) and even though I have it on DVD, it is super convenient to have it right there on my Tivo. So I started watching it yesterday. Clearly this was not the best idea to watch in front of my parrots. Bobby asked what the fuck was something a few times, and Dax was dangerously close to saying the phrase “eat pussy”. Not cool. So I opted to watch it on my own when they were not there. Yesterday before I picked up Dax, I had it on. The problem is, apparently the movie was coded as only being an hour, so Tivo only recorded that hour. Uncool!!
Once again, I am in this strange sleepy state. I got sleep last night. Aside from the pudding and pistachios, I slept good. I don’t know what it is that I am this sleepy.
Oh my goodness! DJ AM who was in the awful plane crash like 6 months ago in which he almost died just opted recently to not board this one flight to Buffalo. It was a flight that killed all 49 on board. Um, someone is telling this man to stop flying.
This song on the radio sounds like it is probably Stevie Nicks (she is pretty distinct) and in the song, it sounds like they have a cat meowing throughout it. It is cracking me up.
I just had memories of Andy and Greg’s old roommate Diana who used to sing Stevie Nicks. This of course made me think of Andy. I have not spoken to him in a year. Last time was at his wedding. Wow. That is kind of odd, even for Andy. I suppose he is still pissed at me. I wrote unflattering things about him in my blog, even though they were things that I thought of him back in high school. He called me on it, and I told him yes, I thought he was creepy back then. I told him, though, that despite that, we were still friends. I think he was not sure how to deal with me. I mean, it is one thing to find out someone said stuff about you in their blog, it is another for them to not deny it or try to play it off as just bullshit. This was all a couple weeks before his wedding. It was down at the San Diego Wild Animal Park. I asked him if he still wanted me to go, and he said yes. So we went. We didn’t stay for the reception due to the supreme cranky of the children. It was a pretty wedding, the setting was neat with the cheetahs in the background. I didn’t talk to him much. Shoot, there was a lot family and current friends, and he was the groom. It wasn’t like I was going to be chatting it up with him. But thinking about it, I also had recently bitched him out at that point for keeping me in the dark about his son. So perhaps we have both come to the realization that we were not meant to be friends. Kind of sucks, because even though most folks don’t like him, I found him amusing. Not broken up, just one of those things where you go, Hmm, I guess that was that.
Occasionally I look at these two pics of the boys I have on my desk and I think that it just isn’t possible that I made them. They are too freaking cute to have emerged from my womb.
There is something oddly pleasing about people calling you hon or sweetie. A guy in the warehouse just called me to release an order and said “Thanks, sweetie”. There was nothing to it, just very Flo’s Diner type of thing. It seems to be pretty common. You call someone darlin or sweatheart and it just sounds all nice. I know, I am odd.
Did I mention Dax’s favorite phrase this week is, ‘I love you mommy!” He must have finally keyed in after I have told him this like 100 times a day, and Bobby does it constantly, that it is a happy making phrase. However, he needs to understand moderation. Let’s just say that on the way home last night, I got the stereotypical “Are we there yet?” said 100 times, but the phrase that pays was “I love you mommy”. The only real problem was that you had to answer every time with, “I love you Dax” or else he got annoyed and would yell it louder. Pretty comical, really.
Matt gave me his special 50th anniversary Barbie that Mattel had given him. It is this little version of Barbie. Way cute. It is no tattoo Barbie, but it will do. I really really really want a tattoo Barbie. I may need to go to Toys R Us soon before Mattel buckles to all the idiot parents who are outraged that their little girl’s doll can now have a tramp stamp. It just cracks me up when there are so many worse things out there that kids can be playing with. A doll that comes with stickers that you can place on her is low on that list. They have no problem with the doll that gives unrealistic size expectations and can’t seem to keep a job, but the minute this bitch gets some ink they are outraged? These parents understand that there are people in their children’s lives that are going to have tattoos and piercings and that they won’t bite. Wouldn’t it be better to sit down and actually speak to your child before sending off these scathing letters and emails to Mattel? See if your 8 year old is really considering getting a fake id to go down to the local tattoo parlor and maybe advise against it. Ask them how they feel about the ink. Mind you, you can find temporary tattoos in every carnival from here to the East Coast. They come in bubble gum machines. Does one doll having these on make her an unsuitable role model? Knock it off, people.
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