Ewwwww yucky

I just pulled the steaks out of the fridge and they are brown. They’re sell by date is tomorrow, so they are going back to the store. Makes me wonder how long they sat out in the store before I bought them, cause there’s no way they should look like that.

So it’s fish sticks instead. At least for the kids. I’ll stick with just green bean casserole.

A long, fun day

For the most part that is. The water for mac & cheese is on the stove. The olderbeast is emptying the dishwasher. The youngerbeast is drawing with his new chalk on the big chalkboard. Overall, the kids made out pretty well, considering they opened half of their loot with their dad a week ago. The disappointment of the day was the big remote control trucks they got do not work, and sadly will have to be exchanged.

And now, the obligatory haul list:
* from work, a Visa giftcard to buy a Christmas dinner
* from work, a bonus check (which went to the animal shelter earlier this week)
* from my boss, a Starbucks giftcard
* from one of the sales reps, a Starbucks giftcard
* from Miss Amy and Brody, a large red candle that Miss Amy made
* from Miss Amy and Brody, two mini bobblehead turtles
* from Grammie, a handmade hat, scarf, and gorgeous sweater.
* from my mom, part of my living room set payment

and probably the best gift of the day – a nap! So I’m kidding a bit, but it was a huge help to nap when Brody did, since I got hit with big insomnia last night. Seriously, I couldn’t fall asleep until around four this morning.

All is calm, all is bright,
Pav

Christmas Eve will find me

Happy Holidays to all my friends. It’s been a trying year, but we’re together, and fairly healthy. I have my wish in this house right now, so nothing I could possibly open under a tree could make me any more content than I am now.

Now I have to go yell at the smallerbeast for digging burnt cookies out of the trash.

Seasons Greetings!

So I head to court on Wednesday

Drop my purse on the conveyor, and walk through the beepy thingy. It goes off. I turn around, and go back through, this time ok.

The lady at the screen says, may I run your purse through again?

I think, shit, wtf?

It goes through, and she asks, Do you have a pair of tweezers in there?

Oh, shit! Yes, ma’am, I say, I’m so sorry…etc. So I start digging through my purse to find them, apologizing the entire time.

She was like, it’s ok, really.

At some point I mumbled, I can’t find them.

She says, they’re at the bottom. Funny, she could see them and I couldn’t.

I became a threat because I’m hairy Sicilian. And they weren’t a pair of cheapies either.

It’s Sutton!

The only thing Miss Amy wanted from Santa, was the same thing she’s been asking for years, a cat. Since Brody’s done so well the past six months, even with his babysitter’s furry yipper dogs and the indoor/outdoor longhair cat there, Santa decided it was time.

Yesterday, I finally went by the no-kill shelter. I wanted an older cat, not a kitten, and I also knew there were Hurricane Katrina survivors there too. So I went into the older cat room, and hung out for a while – nothing. Then I went into the kitten room. I was ooing and aahing over the little ones. None just got to me though. I went back to the older cat room, and was talking to the attendants there, when this black cat decided to claim me.

Turns out, though, he was in the wrong room. The newest member of our family is five months old, fixed, shots and all. He is the most lovey cat I’ve ever met. Before the kids got home yesterday, I put him in the downstairs bathroom with the litter box, food, a blankey-box, and just opened his carrier. He stayed in the carrier until Miss Amy finally came in the room.

Meet Sutton:

Another interesting note that hit me later on that evening. Anyone a fan of one of my favorite movies, A Walk in the Clouds? YummyKeanu Reeves played Paul Sutton, an orphan.

At the drive-thru

Me, at the drive-thru speaker: I’ll have a number six, cheese only, with a coke.
Speaker-chick: A number six, plain?
Me: No, cheese only. With a coke.
S-C: So, no meat?
Me: (thinks, wtf) Ok, *meat* and cheese only. With a coke.
S-C: A number six, with a plain cheeseburger, and a coke. Please drive up.

Communication breakdown much?

I’m working tomorrow

I get to go into work on Saturday – wahoo. Since I’m out of vaca time, I have to put in my time in advance to be off for court next Weds. The kids are with their grandparents this weekend, so I don’t have to worry about a sitter at least.

I think Monday we’re doing a department Happy Hour for our holiday celebration. We had an office-wide catered thing today, but the food was pitiful. Thankfully, the company was awesome. I do work with some wonderful and hilarious people.

Ooo, the heater just kicked on. Right when I was wondering if my nose was blue.

Oh, and I almost forgot

You know the adage about the man who bitched he had no shoes until he met a man who had no feet? Well, my coworker had his truck stolen from his driveway this morning. I felt like a goob for whining about the dent after that.

It’s gonna be a long night, though not for me

Someone, I’m not naming names, decided that even though she had at least three weeks notice about a book report due tomorrow, that she could start a book tonight and get it done on time. She will royally screw up her grade if this thing doesn’t get in on time, and she knows it. And she knows it could screw up her chance at getting into the magnet schools she’s looking at for next year. So there’s my mommy debate. Do I let her stay up as long as it takes?

We took the furry snotboy for a shave and a hair cut (two bits). It’s the same place we’ve been going forever, but a new chick was there tonight. I got to explain to her about the boy’s beard. You know how some babies are pretty furry when they’re born, and shed all that? Well, there’s a patch under his chin that didn’t shed because he was so chubby. And it grows. It’s pretty fine, but it’s dark, so I have them get the trimmers after it when he goes for his cut. He looks soooooo much better now. It had been way too long, and he was looking scarywhitetrash.

And here’s the big damage to my door