The Queen Mum Lives

Then why am I almost in tears at the thought of getting rid of it?  The Queen learned how to climb out of the Pack & Play while we were on vacation.  When we go home, it only took her 2 more days to figure out how to climb out of her much-taller crib.  We knew this [...]

Caution:  some serious self-pity & whining follows Something has to give, and I don’t know what it is…nor is there anything that I want to give up (aside from scrubbing toilets, but that isn’t really an option). I don’t know what has happened recently.  My children are still wonderful and I love my husband….I just can’t figure out [...]

I just spent the last 30 minutes ironing a shirt and karate patches on the Princes uniforms and they both still look like crap. Thirty.Fucking.Minutes (although the first 10 minutes were spent trying to remember where I stashed the ironing board) I’ve mentioned before that I don’t iron.  I hate it and so I purposely buy wrinkle-resistant shirts (the ones [...]

Well, I promised that we would play catch-up.  Let’s see how many of these things I can combine in to one post! First – the virus:  On the reccommendation of BlogWhichShallRemainNamelessBecauseItIsn’tHerFault, I signed up for WebsiteThatShallRemainUnNamedBecauseTheyCouldSueMyAssIntoBankruptcy and started taking the surveys.  After filling out registrations, surveys and forms, most of which took 5-10 minutes for [...]

“What’s wrong Mindi?  Afraid to say what you really want?” Yeah – that’s me:  the shy one.  I’m just trying to be considerate of those who might be tag surfing on WordPress, because I started back to Weight Watchers this morning and there is really only one title for this post that is appropriate: “Fuck [...]

See – this is why I generally don’t advocate happiness.  Being annoyed can be much more fun (and certainly makes for more interesting blogging), but I feel the need for a major whine coming on.  I know that my dear readers understand how selfish spoiled unreasonable stressed I can get and will cut me some [...]