Movin' On

Since Net Nanny has ruined my work life as I know it, I've had to move the blog somewhere else.

Currently, you can find me at http://itsmetheend.wordpress.com ... as long as Net Nanny doesn't stalk me there, too.

Thanks for reading this blog, and hope to see you over at the new site. For all those who have me bookmarked or linked, change it now.

Thank you. The End.

Crappity crap.

Someone stinks. And her name is Net Nanny.

Yep, I am coming to you from my mother's computer because, once again, my computer privileges at work have diminished somewhat a little bit slightly. But it isn't just Myspace that they've taken away, it's just about everything.

No more:

1) Online poker. What the sam hell? What am I supposed to now while I'm on hold with the never-ending blackhole that is Delta Airlines?

2) Crafter's Choice. I don't even like this site ... I simply go on there to decline my editor's choices so they wont send me unwanted packages in the mail. But now, I can't even click on my editor's choices without Net Nanny telling me it is being blocked because it falls under the category, Intimate Apparel. Ohhhh, realllly? So scrapping books = lingerie now? Well, won't Brad be happy about that.

3) Reading emails that have the "F" word in them. Seriously. Net Nanny reads everything.

And I swear, if any of you sends me an email with the "F" word in it just so you can get a little giggle at my expense ... well, there might be a few karate chops in store for you.

Just sayin.'

4) And finally ... blogger. That's right. I can't even access my beloved Blogger account. And that = the suckiest of all things that suck on this planet. Besides exercise and Net Nanny, of course.

I have discovered, however, that no one else in the office is being blocked. Which irritates me to no end, but a reprieve is a reprieve. Looks as if Bill's computer is my new best friend, ya'll.

On a much happier note, Katy turned 18 yesterday. Mom and I took her to the casino because nothing says "I love you" more than corrupting your baby sister.

Alrighty, I'm done now. Hope you've enjoyed the post you've been dying to read for over a week now. Hopefully I'll have something more exciting to post about next time. Like the time my daughter posed with a pork bone in her hand.

Trust me. You will likeeee.

So very, very absentary

Hush. It's a word.

I don't know what it is about work, but people have been calling here as if this is a place of business. I'm like, sheesh people! Don't you know I'm in the midst of some very important Myspacin'?

But apparently there are crisises (crisii?) abounding. And only I can fix them. *Sigh* Sometimes it is painful to be so genius.

But on a lighter note ... Fall TV (in the form of Dancing With the Stars) debuted last night! And must I say, I want boobs that don't move just like Scary Spice! I'm not even kidding ... those things were lactating miracles. How she just had a baby and her boobs aren't dangling by her belly button is beyond me. Maybe I should be wearing a leotard with magic hoisting powers. Certainly that is the secret.

Looking forward to the men dancing tonight. I am interested in seeing Cameron Mathison do his thing as he sooo couldn't walk down the stairs last night without tripping over his own feet. Probably doesn't bode well for the dancing, but we shall see.

And as for The Bachelor -- did ya'll see it? Apparently he is the sexiest bachelor yet. And I'm thinking, huh, really? Well, if you like that sort of caterpillar-y eyebrow thing, then yeah, he's alright.

K, I'm out. Gotta go sling some videos tonight with Sadie. Hopefully I will have a better, more exciting post for you tomorrow. Regardless, love you miss you wanna kiss you (but only the cute ones)!

I am boring...

...and not a very good blogger today. I am almost certain this post will have nothing by way of entertainment, education or interest in it whatsoever. So let that be a warning to you if you choose to proceed.

(And you do.)

Current state:

1. Eating a chocolate caramel candy bar that the paper boy sold to me.

2. Swigging down a bottled water that I've been drinking on since last night. I figure day-old water is a billion times more healthy than the latte I've been craving since lunch time. But then again, maybe the candy bar has cancelled that out.

Hrmphf. Whatev.

3. Corresponding with my beau on Myspace. Did I tell you I got that back? Yeah, apparently high tech firewall equipment and our archaic invoice printers are no likeee. Hahahaha! So because my boss would rather have travel itineraries print out for our customers instead of keep me from giving the whole universe a virus (of the computer kind, to make that clear), I am now officially back on Myspace duty. Trust me, you have no idea what this does to my office morale.

Oh my gawd. I'm about 2 keystrokes shy of pocket protector. Good gravy.

4. Still harboring Dorito crumbs inside my fake fingernail. And maybe some mold.

But hey! Guess what happens starting September 24? None other than the beginning of ABC premiere week! I so excite! There's nothing I want to see more than Wayne Newton and Marie Osmond duking it out for the Dancing With the Stars crown. And then, of course, The Bachelor is back to pick the girl of his dreams that he won't marry. Although I saw a teaser that said we won't believe how the show ends. I'm intrigued ... simply because I don't see how anything else could happen other than him admitting he is gay.

Alrighty, I'm off. But I will leave you with this:

You may have to click on it to make it bigger, but Brad is wrestling an anaconda out in the jungle. Or a plastic snake glued to the top of a fake rock at the zoo. Your choice.

And the boy in the corner ... that is either Brad's son, Jordan, or a funny little Asian head I found online and photoshopped onto the picture for laughs.

Toodles!

Happy Birthday!

Today is Brad's 30th birthday, so here's a little shoutout to my old man!

And I know technically I am three years older than him. However, in woman years, I am only 21. I don't really understand the math, but that's just the way it works.

Picture at left was taken this past weekend at the St. Louis Zoo. We took the kids plus Brad's dad, his girlfriend, another friend and her daughter went as well. We rode down there in a huge 15 passenger van. And can I just say with 3 boy kids in there, we might as well have been traveling in a clown car. Cuz I don't know what it is about taking trips, but it makes little boys want to poke people, ask questions, need to pee (like, A LOT), whine that Jaylon's arm is touching me, and other such behavior. It is an adventure, needless to say.

But as for the birthday soiree this evening, there is lots of fun to be had. And it includes pizza. Which is enough said. (And also presents, although not for me, so the point is moot.)

Happy birthday, baby! I'm so glad I'm not the only one who is in their 30s. We are on equal ground now, my dear (except, of course, I am still the boss). I love you!

Cuteness...

...Who ordered the cuteness? Cuz I got your cuteness right here.

Awwwww. What is it about naked babies that make you wanna go all squishy on the inside? And sitting in a seashell no less. Priceless.

I'd get me one if it wasn't for the pooping and the having to take care of it all the time. Dang babies. Hrmphf.

But I make a great babysitter! Just drop your kids off between the hours of stinky diaper change and What the Sam Hell is That NOISE, and we're all set.

Sigh. Babies. So love.

Education is a good thing -- or, NOW it is

If you get a chance to go see The Bodies exhibit, by all means, go. Brad and I took the kids to see it in Branson a couple weekends ago, and it was truly fascinating. However, having said that, "slightly creepy" would be another good descriptive because these are real dead bodies here, people ... and they leave the penises on.

Alrighty now, kids ... Focus ...

For those who have no clue as to what I'm talking about, I urge you to click on the link I gave you -- as I am not scientifically qualified enough (read: too damn lazy) to try to explain it. But in all seriousness, this exhibit was well worth the hour and a half I spent wandering around, reading all the incredible information about the human body.

And also, let's face it, pretending not to stare at the penises.