tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59678537745426296282024-03-05T15:36:42.100-06:00Just Me....Well, since everyone else in the world (other than my parents) have a blog, I figured I would go ahead and get one. Here you will find completely random stories about nothing in particular!
Anyhow, I really am Just Me. That's it. Margaret SallyTrixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.comBlogger322125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-72418868312348142702008-10-13T20:43:00.000-05:002008-10-13T20:45:40.344-05:00Looking for meJust ask....<br /><br />margbm2 at yahoo dot com<br /><a href="mailto:margbm2@yahoo.com"></a>Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-69353839983286157782008-10-05T20:35:00.002-05:002008-10-05T20:40:46.328-05:00One year ago<a href="http://margaretsally.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back.html">I married my best friend. </a><br /><br />There have been good times, great times, hard times...<br /><br />and every single one has been completely worth it.<br /><br />My husband supports me.<br /><br />Loves me.<br /><br />Laughs with me.<br /><br />Laughs at me (becuase I'm a big ole' dork)<br /><br />Helps me.<br /><br />And let's me love him, laugh with him, laughs at him and help him.<br /><br />Here's for many, many more.<br /><br />Love you.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-3517161446049639372008-10-05T16:46:00.002-05:002008-10-05T17:01:56.741-05:00We Learned About Birthin' A BabyYesterday we spent the day at childbirth preparation class.<br /><br />I wasn't prepared for the films. I had plenty of warnings from others about the grossness of the films but really, I wasn't prepared.<br /><br />Placentas are quite gross looking.<br /><br />I was amazed at the number of couples who didn't ask a single question. Really. Our teacher was quite good but do you really have NO questions?<br /><br />I don't know how much I really want to do the whole natural birth thing. I knew that there were multiple stages of labor. But I didn't "know, know" that there were multiple stages of labor. So, I would like to ask tv shows and movies to show stuff a bit more realistically.<br /><br />I wasn't prepared for the random emotions that would come forth. There were several times when I literally was wiping away the tears. Thinking back now, I have no idea what caused those but soemthing did.<br /><br />Oh and seriously - placentas are gross looking.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-62642304242271870072008-09-28T03:23:00.003-05:002008-09-28T16:58:16.852-05:00New and Different memeI haven't seen this one yet.<br /><br />Bree over at Whine and Cheese did this one and it appears to be a funny one.<br /><br />1. MY ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car) Vicki Aura<br /><br />2. MY GANGSTA NAME: (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite cookie) Mint Chocolate Chip Chocolate Chip (wow, that sounds yummy)<br /><br />3. MY "FLY Guy/Girl" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name) M Moe<br /><br />4. MY DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) Blue Dog (that sounds more like a gangsta name!)<br /><br />5. MY SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) Sally Hyannis (not bad)<br /><br />6. MY STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first) MoeMa (ummm....)<br /><br />7. MY SUPERHERO NAME: (“The” plus 2nd favorite color, favorite drink) The Green Kahlua and Creme (if i'm not pregnant) or The Green Caffeine Free Diet Coke (if I am pregnant)<br /><br />8. MY NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers) George Joseph<br /><br />9. MY STRIPPER NAME: (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne, favorite candy) Baby Powder Snickers (perfumes give me headaches since I got pregnant and before I was pregnant there was only one who didn't give me headaches - and I forget the name of it)<br /><br />10.MY WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother's & father's middle names ) Ruth Howard<br /><br />11. MY TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter) Phillips Philadelphia or Sorrels San Antonio<br /><br />12. MY SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower) Winter Iris (again, more stripper'ish??)<br /><br />13. MY CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”) Granny Smith Apple T-Shirty (why on earth am I never simple???)<br /><br />14. MY HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree) English Muffin Oak (i don't think I really have a favorite tree....so I just picked one)<br /><br />15. MY ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your favorite hobby/craft, favorite weather element + “Tour") The Sleeping Rain Tour (hey, I'm pregnant....sleep is wonderful - it's 3:30 am and I am doing a meme....)<br /><br />If you want to do this, feel free. I am tagging my new friend:<br /><a href="http://misformisanthrope.wordpress.com/">Margaret the Minsanthrope</a> becuase she's new to blogging and we need to learn this vital inforamtion about her.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-72056394663255557992008-09-26T10:34:00.002-05:002008-09-26T10:38:10.247-05:00Complete and Ginormous CravingFor raw cookie dough.<br /><br />Holy crap.<br /><br />Must have it.<br /><br />Damn this not being able to consume raw eggs.<br /><br />I just saw a blog entry for baking chocolate chip cookies and a commercial for the refrigerated pre-made stuff.<br /><br />Crap.<br /><br />Here is my list of stuff I must consume as soon as possible after giving birth:<br />Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough<br />Margaritas<br />Kahlua and Cream<br />Hot Dog (which I normally don't like but maybe once a year but I would like one now)<br />Any and all type of cold cut sandwiches<br /><br />And dare I mention that we think we have a name????Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-62406723137760758292008-09-21T20:38:00.002-05:002008-09-21T20:43:29.863-05:00Wow...Holy CrapI have less than 100 days till my due date.<br /><br />Holy crap<br /><br />Holy shit<br /><br />Holy crap<br /><br />Wow.<br /><br />I know, I've sucked lately with the blogging. It's been rough here - dealingw ith all the crap that comes with a hurricane. Friends and family without power. Work. Being generally exhausted.<br /><br />I know that they say the 2nd trimester brings more energy. Hah. Really. Liars. I am either about to enter the 3rd trimester or just barely in it (depending on which book/chart you reference) and I am tireder than ever.<br /><br />I am sleeping more through the night (at least, wehn I wake up to pee, I fall back asleep quickly), but I nap as often as I can. And that's pretty much as soon as I get dinner cooking during the week and on the weekends - as much as I can.<br /><br />I'll try and be better....<br /><br />HOly crap....less than 100 days. :)Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-89347330309679015572008-09-16T18:19:00.003-05:002008-09-16T18:24:41.962-05:00CheeseDear someone who may or may not live in my house with me that shall remain un-named.<br /><br />Yes, I know that we had 2 bags of cheese in the fridge over the weekend. I know it. One was comletely full and one was half full. The half full one we used when we made fajitas for the crap load of people who were over.<br /><br />And Yes, I know the full bag (NEVER TOUCHED) bag of cheese is no longer in there. But instead of asking me 4 differnt times where it is and tearing apart the fridge, perhaps listening to me when I say that maybe "someone's" friend who tore apart the fridge to ensure he had all of his items that were labelled (and apparantly some that weren't labelled) is where the bag of cheese ended up might be smart. Just maybe.<br /><br />I did not mysteriously use said bag of shredded cheese over night (regardless of how much I love cheese), nor did my friends who still don't have power take it. SOMEONE"S friend also took a 1/2 full package of sandwich sliced cheese and an onion.<br /><br />I know its hard to admit that your friends were not the best of houseguests, but damn.<br /><br />I did not:<br /><br />throw away<br />eat<br />give away<br />lose<br />move<br /><br /><strong>an entire bag of cheese.</strong><br /><br />Thank you.<br /><br />Signed, another person who may or may not live in the same house as you.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-87730057838571766692008-09-15T18:41:00.002-05:002008-09-15T18:46:37.730-05:00Things we discovered during Hurricane Ike1. We hosted 2 families when our power came back on damn quick (w/o power less than 12 hours) - our house is NOT child proofed for a 2 year old.<br />2. Our dog has about a 46 hour tolerance for a 2 year old (she got soooooo tired b/c of the extra people and pets that right as they were packing to leave, she warned the 2 year old often when he got too close).<br />3. Having people over is stressful<br />4. I'm damn tired.<br />5. When people bring food over to your house b/c they have power, often they are just using your fridge for storage - it's not a free for all for the food in the fridge. The homeowners stuff is free-for-all, but if you are a visitor, marking your stuff w/ your initials so no one takes any of it is apprantly OK. (NOTE: Only ONE family did this).<br />6. Your dog sleeps non-stop after company leaves.<br />7. Your cat will remain pissed off for a while.<br />8. I am damn tired.<br />9. We are so blessed when I see those who lost more than we did. Even driving down the main road outside our neighborhood, I saw power poles that had fallen on people's back fences and were leaning against people's houses. The power lines draped in their back yard.<br />10. I miss regular TV. Haven't seen it since Thursday (Yes, we have cable but I'm talking network TV)<br /><br />11. I am so damn tired.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-85659195645586282642008-09-12T09:13:00.003-05:002008-09-12T09:20:24.633-05:00Dear Ignoramuses & New people I hate.Those of you that thought you could ride out Ike while LIVING on <a href="http://abclocal.go.com/ktrk/story?section=weather/hurricane&id=6386867">Surfside </a>(right near Galveston) - You are ignorant. You are dumb.<br /><br />And now you are risking police officer and fire fighter lives because of your ignorance.<br /><br />Calling 911 after your home is surrounded by water proves your ignorance.<br /><br />Also - for the person who wrote into the local news and said they saw their neighbor CHAINING their dog to a tree as they EVACUATED - thank you for saving that dog's life.<br /><br />For the person who actually DID that? Screw. You.<br /><br />I really do hate you.<br /><br />I know its a strong word, but I don't care. hate, hate, hate, you, you, you.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-15704238759217888412008-09-11T16:32:00.002-05:002008-09-11T16:35:51.952-05:00We have begunTo hunker down.<br /><br />Ike is on his way.<br /><br />Great.<br /><br />We have water, canned food, batteries, candles, etc.<br /><br />Things that won't work if the power goes out:<br /><br />tv (and corresponding dvd players), internet, laptop (after a while), my nintendo ds (after a while) and my brand new wii (which I love).<br /><br />sigh.<br /><br />Ike - go easy on us, k?Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-43058190077255589222008-09-04T20:15:00.002-05:002008-09-04T20:37:17.566-05:00Nominee for 2008I read this somewhere and laughed my ass off.<br /><br />The nominee for Secretary of Infant Hair Care -<br /><br />Piper Palin<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wFt-BTi8jI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wFt-BTi8jI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I haven't laughed this hard in a long, long time time.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-89308461228808765232008-09-03T18:50:00.002-05:002008-09-03T18:59:20.684-05:00Words I don't like hearing from my doctorThere's nothing we can do for you....<br /><br />Seriously - this insomnia... I cannot describe how much it has pissed me off now.<br /><br />LIterally, I have turned into a walking zombie. I have always gotten to work 30 or so minutes early. The past month or so, those thirty minutes are spent with my car seat reclined, and covered in a blanket I have started leaving in my car.<br /><br />I take a nap in my car. Every morning.<br /><br />I wake up each and every night between 12-2am. I am awake sometimes until 4. Sometimes till 4:30. Sometimes, I stay awake till its time to get up for work.<br /><br />The doctor has suggested many things - Benadryl. Phenergren. Asking Mark not to disturb after I go to bed...nothing works.<br /><br />The medication knocks me out...but when I wake up, I am merely in a drugged out insomiac haze.<br /><br />Mark sleeping in the other room - all that does is allow me to lay in my bed rather than the couch when I can't sleep.<br /><br />When I saw the doctor today (who, by the way, I absolutely officially adore), she shook her head and kinda frowned and said there is not much else we can do. She said for me to sleep when I can. If it means napping when I get home, then nap. if I need to sleep in my car in the morning, that's OK too.<br /><br />But as far as really HELPING me? not too much.<br /><br />And yes, I know, this is preparing me for 18 years of craptastic sleep. I understand that. But right now? Not so much on the helping me side....Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-58488127923659320412008-08-30T09:33:00.002-05:002008-08-30T09:42:34.681-05:00Will I cause a recall?Or at least a warning for a baby product?<br /><br />Hmmmm.....<br /><br />I have been religously working on my baby registry. Researching pretty much each and every product. Looking at ratings by fellow parents. I have been downright compulsive on this.<br /><br />I found this <a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=2002&e=product&pid=35236">product</a> on Babies-R-Us's website.<br /><br />It looks great, huh? While we don't have a small kitchen and do have plenty of room for a regular high chair, we liked the idea of the portability of this. We could take it to the grandparents houses with no problem.<br /><br />It even briefly made it on my registry for a few days.<br /><br />Then I started noticing as I saw it on websites and even in person. Each photo of it has it on a non-padded chair. Hmmmm...I thought.... I wonder....<br /><br />Our kitchen chairs have padding on the bottoms.<br /><br />I went back to Fisher-Price's website and looked at it more closely, downloading the PDF of instructions. Reading closely. Is there a warning against padded chairs? Nope....<br /><br />So I called their 800#. A very nice woman answered. I told her my questions/concerns. She said she had never been asked that before. She said she wanted to call their safety/quality department and ask.<br /><br />After approximately 10 minutes on hold, she said that they had never been asked that question before and was very glad that I had called in. The <a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=2002&e=product&pid=35236">space-saver high-chair</a> is not recommended for chairs that have permanent padding on the tushie-area. They feel it would not be able to be secured tight enough for baby's safety.<br /><br />Holy crap. Really????<br /><br />My friend at work is convinced that there will be at least a warning put out about this. If there, is, please know you heard it here first.<br /><br />And <a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=2003&e=landing">Fisher-Price</a>? If you are looking for someone to safety/quality check any of your other products? Gimme a call. I'm always available.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-63230518961805747962008-08-25T19:48:00.003-05:002008-08-25T19:55:28.842-05:00Spongebob Beats Me EVERYTIME....That's all I have to say.<br /><br />This afternoon, I pick up the phone to check and see how my nephew's first day at kindergarten was (I called my dad). Nephew answers the phone.<br /><br />Nephew: Hello<br />Me: Hi Nephew! It's Auntie Margaret!!<br />N: Hi Auntie Margaret!<br />Me: How was your first day of school?<br />N: Great!<br />Me: Really? I'm SOOOOO glad you had a great first day of big boy school.<br />N: Yes.<br />Me: What's your teacher's name?<br />N: i don't remember<br />Me: that's ok you had a big day. can you try and remember tomorrow and tell me?<br />N: Yes<br />Me: Did you ride the school bus?<br />N: Yes<br />Me: Was it fun?<br />N: Yes.<br />Me: You're such a big boy - I'm so proud of you!<br />N: I know. I'm big now<br />Me: Yes. And did you bring your lunch or did you buy your lunch?<br />N: MoMo (my mother) bought it for me?<br />Me: MoMo bought your lunch?<br />N: Yes.<br />Me: You are Such a big boy in a great school. Uncle Mark and I are so proud of you!!!<br />N: I love you Aunt Margaret!<br /><br />Now, at this point, my heart is melting. He had a GREAT first day of school. I am SO proud of him for doing good.<br /><br />THen I ask to speak to PoPo (my dad).<br /><br />Dad gets on the phone.<br /><br />Me: Nephew had a great first day, huh?<br />Dad: What are youtalking about?<br />Me: Nephew's first day - kindergarten - you know?? First.Day.Of.School?<br />Dad: WHAT are you talking about??? (Laughing)<br />Me: SEriously - his first day of kindergarten?<br />Dad: Ummmm...Kindergarten's first day of school is Wednesday. The rest of the grades started today. Nephew wasn't really listening to you - he was watching Spongebob.<br /><br />Sigh.....Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-29066167179857573132008-08-24T06:38:00.001-05:002008-08-24T06:40:07.541-05:00Weird DreamsAs if dreaming that my son came out weighing nearly 11 pounds wasn't enough -<br /><br />I dreamed that when I went into the bag to get his going home clothes, all that was there was bright pink jeans with pink and purple rhinestones spelling out Hannah M0ntana on his tushie.<br /><br />I love hormones...Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-61971329398591838232008-08-22T03:06:00.002-05:002008-08-22T03:11:16.547-05:00Letter to my unborn sonDear beautiful, sweet, unborn child of mine -<br /><br /><br /><br />I love you more than life itself. I never knew I could love someone this much that I haven't even met yet.<br /><br /><br /><br />But please, please get off of my sciatic nerve.<br /><br /><br /><br />I have been up since 1:47 (now 3:07) and am in such deep bone-jarring pain, I can't even describe it. The pain feel like it is deep within my hip bone itself.<br /><br /><br /><br />Your daddy fell asleep on the couch, so I am laying with multiple pillows propping me up - that's the least painful position. I have a heating pad only on my hip because even though the doctor says its OK, I don't particularly want to have you all warm.<br /><br /><br /><br />Please, give your mommy some rest. I already am not sleeping well normally, this makes it worse.<br /><br /><br /><br />Please....help your mommy out. Please?<br /><br />I will buy you many toys. With lots of pieces. And lots of noise and lights.<br /><br /><br /><br />Anything.<br /><br /><br /><br />Please?<br /><br /><br />Love,<br /><br /><br /><br />MommyTrixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-75664115040696673792008-08-18T20:44:00.003-05:002008-08-18T20:50:51.362-05:00I, apparently, am really a 13 year old boy deep down insideI have had SO much fun with the Olympics.<br /><br />yes, watching Phelps win everything has been great.<br /><br />These women beach volleyball players that just beat Brazil - woo hoo!<br /><br />What's given me the most joy?<br /><br />Some of the players names.<br /><br />Today, Mark and I watched a feed from Chinese tv of ping pong. The players from China were named: Wang and Wang. (hee hee Wang Wang)<br /><br />Some guy (??) on the trampoline - his name is Dong Dong.<br /><br />I also saw some guy named Gaydarski.<br /><br />Honest to goodness, I haven't stopped giggling.<br /><br />p.s. - am watching the women's trampoline. Holy crap.... do they jump high enough? No way in HELL I'd do any of that.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-87184217809771745582008-08-15T21:00:00.003-05:002008-08-15T21:07:15.207-05:00My BrotherIf it weren't for people like him, this world would be a lot less safe.<br /><br />He's one of the ones who helped rescue folks from this <a href="http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/front/5945535.html">fire </a>last night.<br /><br />Unfortunately, not everyone made it out.<br /><br />But to him, and his colleagues who do what they do....<br /><br />Thank youTrixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-70130777679033665362008-08-11T19:25:00.002-05:002008-08-11T19:31:30.635-05:00Pardon My LanguageBut, if you are the ASSHOLE that is driving around with the paint from my back quarter panel of my 6 month old car on the front quarter panel of your car...<br /><br />Screw You.<br /><br />Ass Hole<br /><br />Fucker<br /><br />Bastard<br /><br />Really....<br /><br />You took out a shit load of paint on my car and broke some piece of something that I tuned out from my husband talking about. Now, I have to deal with this. Why? because you were too big of an ASSHOLE to leave a note.<br /><br />I sincerely hope that what Mark says he wants to happen to you really does happen:<br /><br />1. You catch some type of STD.<br />2. It causes your penis to turn green<br />3. Shrivel up (you probably don't have much of one anyhow)<br />4. Fall off<br /><br />If you are a female, we request the following to happen to you.<br /><br />1. You catch some type of STD.<br />2. It causes your vagina to turn green<br />3. It will then shrink so it can be of NO USE EVER AGAIN for you<br /><br />I also hope that you catch some type of skin disorder on your face that people will just look at you and know you have that STD. And they point. Laugh. And run away.<br /><br />Thank you very much, asshole.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-36795601741108825952008-08-09T22:06:00.002-05:002008-08-09T22:09:23.661-05:00Can you hear the quiet?Part of "our" family is not speaking to "us".<br /><br />If you can translate that - fabulous.<br /><br />Sorry I haven't blogged too much folks. I've been busy. buying stuff for my baby. and hanging at the other place.<br /><br />I will make more of an effort.<br /><br />Maybe I will write about the 2 first sentences.<br /><br />Or not.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-55146506286975687632008-08-04T22:28:00.002-05:002008-08-04T22:34:54.692-05:00Preparing for having a son1. Sound asleep. Awake to a certain un-named male in my family storming into the bedroom. Using quite a few un-mentionable words.<br />2. Ask him to repeat himself as you are sure he didn't say something about red ink on your tan carpet.<br />3. Wonder if the amnio is correct and hoping a son will take more after yourself than same un-named man in the family<br />4. Go into adjoining room and see quarter sized stain of bright red ink...on tan carpet<br />5. Asked for a can of sprite, figuring it's close to tonic water, right?<br />6. Quickly googled removing ink and found <a href="http://www.essortment.com/home/howremoveinks_slta.htm">this website.</a> Forget the sprite, bring on the milk!<br />7. Declared my undying love for this person as they saved my carpet. Who'd-a-thunk milk would remove an ink stain from carpet???<br /><br />Lesson Learned - A red ball point ink pen does NOT function as a minature crowbar to pry something open. It will break and splash ink all over the carpet.<br /><br />So, this is what I have to look forward to with a little boy on the way, right??<br /><br />Yippeee!!!<br /><br />Milk??? Really?Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-82200930440854932442008-08-02T06:31:00.002-05:002008-08-02T06:33:20.050-05:00Blogger IssueSo, I am not having any issues posting - I am having issues READING blogs.<br /><br />When I go to any blogger blog, i get an error - something that IE can't open it - and it closes.<br /><br />WTH?Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-86607944943874195412008-08-01T10:22:00.001-05:002008-08-01T10:24:12.115-05:00Giggle....Snort....Giggle....It's my off-Friday.<br /><br />For some reason, I have had TV Land on today. There are 2 episodes in a row on of <a href="http://www.tv.com/good-times/show/602/summary.html?q=good%20times&tag=search_results;title;1">Good Times</a>.<br /><br />I can't stop laughing because Thelma is dating a character named <a href="http://www.ebay.com/">E-Bay</a>.<br /><br />Seriously.<br /><br />E-bay.<br /><br />giggle<br /><br />snort<br /><br />giggle<br /><br />I need a life.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-92178671810666118342008-07-29T18:38:00.001-05:002008-07-29T18:38:59.852-05:00cross posted - My StoryI am telling my <a href="http://blogs.chron.com/mamadrama/archives/2008/07/why_i_was_quiet.html">story at the other place.</a> <br /><br />What we went thru the past 5 weeks.<br /><br />Stop in if you'd like.<br /><br />Hugs...<br /><br />MargaretTrixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967853774542629628.post-50740832279400548842008-07-27T18:15:00.003-05:002008-07-27T18:21:53.592-05:00My Baby and Someone Else's BabyIs going to be one well-dressed man (isn't that a song???)<br /><br />I bought a crap load of stuff already. Thursday I bought stuff to surprise Mark. Saturday - even more.<br /><br />Really. I ignored <a href="http://blogs.chron.com/mamadrama/archives/2008/07/advice_for_a_fi.html">everyone's advice about buying clothes for this little guy</a>, and bought scads of clothes. And stuff. Rubber duckies of all varieties for the tub. bath towels. Wash cloths.<br /><br />OMG, I have never completely forgot about buying anything for me (or anyone else) like I have right now.<br /><br />hee hee.<br /><br />Who knew boy clothes could be so damn cute?<br /><br />*****<br /><br />Side note:<br /><br />Dear asshole man in Target:<br /><br />Your little boy, of approximate age 4, was skipping. He was being a four year old BOY. He tripped and bumped into you.<br /><br />It was NOT necessary for you to scold him for doing so. It was COMPLETELY NOT NECESSARY for you to grab your child by the EAR and pull him so hard that he was on his tippy-toes. His little face was bright red in pain. You didn't need to tell him that he was a 'bad, bad, bad boy' and that 'this is what happens to bad boys'.<br /><br />I wanted to say something to you. I should have said something to you.<br /><br />But I didn't.<br /><br />So, in the meantime, I hope your little boy is OK.Trixie Twatwafflehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.com5