Vacation Time

Blogging will be lighter than usual for the next week. Daniel, Redhead and I are taking off for a vacation in Houston, visiting my family. This will be the baby and Redhead's first commercial flight, as well. Daniel will get spoiled rotten by my family, Ben will be embarrassed and intimidated, and I will show him whatever I can think of that Houston has to offer.

If I don't kill him first.

Wish me luck.

We Have Video!

Holy shit on video!

And yes, I'm aware that it sounds like I'm crying. I'm not. I've got a cold and it SUCKS. Not having a car and having to walk to get everywhere kinda does that. Suuuuucks.

Ain't he precious?

Cute Kid Pic - Christmas Edition

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY YAY CHRISTMAS HAPPY WRAPPING PAPER OOH SHINY MAKE NOISE!!!

Yeah, that was Daniel's inner monologue all day, I can just tell. Don't ask me how I know, but I do.

Have some pictures, and even a video.






The last one's a random shot of the snow we woke up to. Got a decent amount, considering none of it was there when I went to bed at 1 AM. At the foot of the walk, there are two steps down to the regular sidewalk along the street. You can't even see where those steps are; tis a good way to fall and twist an ankle pretty bad.






Oh, he had lots of fun. Such a happy baby.



The video is taking forever to upload to Youtube, so in the morning, I'll have the video of him opening his VERY FIRST PRESENT, ZOMG!!!

Squee

I know, I know, I didn't post cute kid pics today. I'm waiting until tomorrow night when I have lots of pictures of his first Christmas before I put one up for the week.

But for now, have a video of him being precious!

Song O Teh Week - Riptide

Sorry about this being a day behind, but you guys know me: I'm always a day late and a dollar short.

Please Stand By

...For I am losing my almighty mind!

The holiday season is upon us, in case you've been living under a rock and haven't noticed how FUCKING RETARDED people are acting. This is why I try to avoid going out at ALL during the month of December. They drive like idiots, they walk around stores with their heads up their asses, treating other people like shit while preaching about "Peace on Earth! Good will towards man!" Hypocrisy, you say? Wouldn't dream of it!

We got a fake tree a couple days ago, and some ornaments and lights and got that all set up yesterday. My cat has already knocked the damn thing over twice in the past ten minutes. He didn't realize it was there until this morning, apparently.

And to make it even MORE fun, Daniel seems to have approached the home stretch for cutting his first tooth. I can feel the definite ridge on his gum, and he has become a little monster. For three days now, nothing has calmed him down. Put him on his tummy to play, and he screams. Pick him up, and he bawls. Give him a bottle, and he'll fall asleep eating... and as soon as you take it away, he starts to cry again. Put him in his bouncer, which he usually loves, and he screams bloody f'n murder.

And no, before you ask, I'm out of booze, otherwise I'd turn to that. For him and me both.


I don't do the holidays well, kids. The hypocrisy of people, combined with how life seems to always go straight to hell in a pretty pink handbasket around December, has burned me out on "Christmas Spirit" early in life. Sad, isn't it?

The only thing I'm looking forward to is the little vacation I'm getting for New Years, before I return to class and life goes back to a normal routine. Redhead, Daniel, and I are all flying down to Houston on Near Year's Eve and returning on January 6.

What's in Houston, you say? Why, my family, of course!

And a whole lot more interesting stuff to do than this dinky little podunk town in Missouri has to offer. While Daniel gets passed from family member to family member, being spoiled rotten out of his gourd (Oh god, that's gonna be fun to deal with after we come home...), Redhead and I are going to get some time to ourselves. I'm going to show him the OCEANZOMG! Not really, just the Gulf of Mexico, but for a little country boy who's been land-locked all his life and never experienced a REAL city, this trip is going to be an experience for him.

Merry Christmas to you folks out there in Intertubes land. I'm off to pour increasing amounts of whiskey into my hot cocoa.

Bah humbug.

Cute Kid Pic - HAPPEE!

This morning's cute kid pic is full of just downright HAPPINESS. Nobody can argue with a kid who's covered in smiles, don'tcha know?

On to the pics!







Happee baby is happee!

Overheard at Twisted Christmas '09

While the band Sick Puppies was on stage, working the crowd up between songs...

Snarky: Is it just me, or is your gay-dar going off?

Redhead: Nah, they're from Australia, they're all like that.

Song O Teh Week - Twisted Christmas Edition

As I mentioned here, Friday night saw me ten feet back from the stage for 98.9 The Rock's TWISTED CHRISTMAS. And oh, how nice it was. Adelitas Way, Sick Puppies, Papa Roach, and Breaking Benjamin. They all put on a hell of a show, with Sick Puppies and Papa Roach getting the crowd worked up into a hellacious mosh pit, and Breaking Benjamin getting the entire theater to tremble with the sound of our screams.

So, because I had such a blast (as a few thousand other people), this week's Song O Teh Week brings you multiple songs - one from each band that was there. And no lyrics; you wanna know the words, go look 'em up yourself! Without further adieu...


Adelitas Way - Invincible




Sick Puppies - You're Going Down




Papa Roach - Hollywood Whore



Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow



I would give you the official videos for some of these songs, but embedding was disabled on them. Worry not, the songs are the same, but just... not... official?

I had a great time! Up until I got my nose broken by a crowd surfer's foot during Papa Roach, anyway. I was worn out after that, but still hollered as loud as I could when Breaking Benjamin took the stage, working the crowd into a full screaming frenzy.

Whoo. What fun.

Oh, Hey!

I didn't realize it, but last week, on December 5th, was my one year Blogiversary!

105 posts

2,731 visits

4,700 page views


I'm making good progress. :)

Happy blogiversary to me!

Day Late - Cute Kid Pic

Sorry about not posting this yesterday, but it was hella busy.

Since small child is currently sleeping, today's Cute Kid Pics are exactly that: sleep baby pictures!







SO FLIPPIN CUTE!!

Blogging Will Be Light...

...the next few days.

Small Child has a stomach bug and has been keeping me on my toes. I've been so busy changing exploding diapers every hour that the smell is permanently burned into my nose. Not pleasant.

Also, I have two concerts to go to this weekend. One I bought tickets for some months ago, and the other, tickets were given to me last week. Twisted Christmas, with Breaking Benjamin and Papa Roach is tomorrow night, free tickets thanks to Former Roommate, followed by Stephen Lynch Saturday night. Massively looking forward to it.

In other news, I survived finals this past week. Passed all of them (as far as I know, I'm wondering about my sociology final), and I have officially survived my first semester as a college student. Yay! So, of course, this weekend, as beautifully timed as it is, will be my official celebration. There may or may not be alcohol involved at some point, and if there is, who know, I may do some of the ever-popular drunk blogging. Heehee!

Blogging will resume next week.

Oh yeah, tomorrow I will have a belated Cute Kid Pic, since I was in such a hurry this morning. Daniel's diaper went 'splody again, and I had to bathe him and change the crib and then boogie down to campus to for book buyback before the lines got horrendously long and have time to get to my final and....

Nom!

So, I've been on a very fattening cooking kick. I've been harassing my grandmother for recipes she has, and raiding the Food Network website like nobody's business.

This recipe I'm about to give you is absolutely delicious, and if you like a slight Cajun taste, without overpowering spice, I think you'll like this one.

Cajun Chicken Pasta!

Shit You Need:

- 2 boneless skinless chicken breasts (cut into thin strips)
- 2 tsp Cajun seasoning (I use Tony Chachere's)
- 2 Tbsn butter
- 8 slices each of green and sweet red pepper
- 4 large mushrooms (sliced)
- 1 green onion (sliced)
- 1 to 2 cups heavy cream
- 1/4 tsp each: basil, lemon pepper, salt
- 1/8 tsp each: pepper, garlic powder
- 4 oz. linguine (cooked and drained)

Shit You Do:

1 - Place chicken and Cajun seasoning in a bowl or bag and coat; saute chicken in butter over medium heat 5 to 7 minutes.

2 - Add peppers, mushrooms, and onion; cook 2 to 3 minutes

3 - Reduce heat, add cream and seasonings; heat through.

4 - Add linguine and toss. Top with Parmesan cheese.

It's yummy, not too spicy, with rich and creamy flavor. It's a personal favorite of mine, and if you decide to try it, I hope you like it.

Yum!

Attention Idiots

Now, I know, it's 5 PM and you're eager to get away from work and do what you want, whether it be go to WalMart or home or whatever. I don't blame you on that, I'd be the exact same way.

However, this does NOT give you the unspoken right to drive like a fucking idiot.

Running red lights, cutting me off when I'm driving a friend's vehicle, stomping on your brakes unexpectedly and for no discernible reason. These are all examples of how people are FUCKING RETARDED when on the road sometimes.

I swear, had I been driving a vehicle of my own, I would have committed suicide, only in hopes of taking out as many of these fools as possible.

You! Out of my gene pool!

Song O Teh Week - Evil Angel

Last night, I got a lovely phonecall from Former Roommate. He had come over earlier in the week to see if Redhead had wanted to go see Twisted Christmas with him, for he had an extra ticket. Redhead hemmed and hawed and did not want to provide a positive answer, for fear it would upset me because there was not one for me. Redhead eventually agreed to go with Former Roommate and his friend Jared, plus Jared's girlfriend. That was the end of it.

Former Roommate called me last night and told me to get a baby sitter, for I would be going to Twisted Christmas as well. Jared had broken up with his girlfriend, and there was a free ticket to be had. Yay!

Breaking Benjamin, Papa Roach, Sick Puppies, and Adelitas Way make up this concert.

So, in honor of that, I bring you a Breaking Benjamin song. Not off their newest album, but a good one nonetheless.




Breaking Benjamin - Evil Angel

Hold it together, birds of a feather,
Nothing but lies and crooked wings.
I have the answer, spreading the cancer,
You are the faith inside me.

No, don't
Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here.
Alone, don't remember, remember.

Put me to sleep evil angel.
Open your wings evil angel.

A-ah.

I'm a believer,
Nothing could be worse,
All these imaginary friends.
Hiding betrayal,
Driving the nail,
Hoping to find a savior.

No, don't
Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here.
Alone, don't
Surrender, surrender.

Put me to sleep evil angel.
Open your wings evil angel.

Oh.
Fly over me evil angel.
Why can't I breathe evil angel?

Put me to sleep evil angel.
Open your wings evil angel.

Oh.
Fly over me evil angel.
Why can't I breathe evil angel?

Overheard Conversation

In an instant message with a friend of mine a couple hours away, on the topic of low maintenance vs. high maintenance women-type folk...

Kaylee: I like to think I'm low-maintenance.

Snarky: You are. You're very laid-back.

Kaylee: You've never seen me mad. A lot of people say they'd love to see it.

Snarky: Well, yeah. Nobody expects it out of you. It's cuz you're made of happy and perky and made of sunshine and unicorn shit.

Wharrgarbl!

Okay, so we're not just waiting for my muse to return, now. We're waiting for me to get my head out of my ass and for final exams to pass this week.

As mentioned, I had my head up my ass in one of my classes and am failing it miserably. Sociology, to be exact. But my professor for that class, Dr. Q, she with the heart of gold, has gone above and beyond any call of duty I can imagine for a college professor, to give me the chance to pull my grade out of the gutter.

Yes, this week is all about finals. It's the last week of the semester.

She's going out of her way to help me. All I have to do is write six reaction papers about chapters in our text, a five page explorament about personal boundaries, make up an exam on Tuesday and survive my final on Thursday.

Shouldn't be too hard.

This woman is a goddess. She's letting me make it up in hopes of pulling my grade up. She's taking on extra work for herself, on top of grading finals and turning in grades. Grading a total of seven papers and an extra quiz at the very tail end of the semester, all in hopes of helping out one student who's desperate to save her GPA.

I swear, I could kiss this woman. Must get her a Christmas present.

I'm just glad I don't have the Cranky Professor for this class. I'd be boned six ways from Sunday, were that the case.

It's the little (okay so this one isn't so little) things that count in life.

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Nothing to report on my end of the internet. My muse is a lazy bitch; I swear to god, she's run off with my best friend. Which is funny, because my best friend is gay, but hey, a lot of things don't make sense to me.

More content when I can find it.

How's things with you?

Losing Patience

This morning was the second time in the past month where I have woken up to ridiculous cold in my apartment. My heater's on, cranked all the way up, yet I am not getting any hot air.

My calm and patient demeanor is about to flip on it's head, and I am about to turn into an ever-loving psychotic harpie.

Next time this happens, I'll spend my rent money buying space heaters, and hand Sir Landlord the receipt.

It's 18 degrees outside right now. It's about 45 inside.

I am PISSED.

Cute Kid Pic

Daniel, in his ever-loving adorableness, had been getting mobile as of late. If laying on his tummy, he wants on his back, and vice versa. No matter what.

So, of course, it goes without saying that when we lay him in his bouncy seat for a moment, what's he do?

Why, he flips over.



But that's not the best part!

The best part is how he'll rock back and forth on his hands and knees, even if though he's in the bouncy seat, and it will bounce. He's happy, I'm happy, everything is hunky-dory. What could be better?

Well, after a while of bouncing, he grows bored, and stores to fuss and yell for Mommy. He usually does this when Mommy is up to her armpits in hot, soapy water, doing dishes, or cooking dinner, and can't exactly drop everything to pick him up. It won't hurt him to sit there and fuss for a few minutes. So, he fusses, and I do housework.

Until it gets quiet... There's something unnerving about a child that was just crying that suddenly goes silent. I get worried and go to investigate, but all is well, and nothing is wrong....




He just got wore out!


*I do apologize for not posting any videos or cute kid pics, and I know you, my loyal readers, have missed it. Life's been busy, yo. I actually work every now and then, and then there was blogging about Blogorado, and finals are coming up, and...*

Argh.

Today, with no sleep under my belt and freezing temperatures outside, is a day to show no mercy and take no prisoners.


Body count later.

Don't buy the toys that make the noise!

So, when I had Daniel, my family bought EVERYTHING. Clothes, blankets, crib sheets, car seat, all SORTS of stuff.

Everything but toys, because, well, it would be a while until he needed toys. A few months, at least.

Well, so far, we've been getting by without toys. But today, while at Country Kitchen with my friends Zak and Crystal, with Daniel enjoying sitting up in the high chair and being a big boy, he got bored. And when he gets bored, he gets LOUD.

Zak looked at him with wide eyes, then told me, "You know, I never got you anything as a baby shower gift. How about I make up for it and buy him toys?"

Sure, that works. I could use them.

So, when Zak took Crystal to pick up her kids, they swung by WalMart and bought toys. And when they came back, I got handed a plastic bag full of toys.

Teething rings, a rattle-thing, a soft toy that pulls out and rattles back in on a line... and a ball thing with rings around it.

That lights up and sings at the slightest touch.

"Whyyyyyyyyy?!"

"Don't look at me, girl. I was on the phone with my mom and Crystal grabbed it. Not my fault.


God damn it.


Title is a quote from Denis Leary

Yes, I get it. Your job sucks, money's tight, you can't do the things you want. Welcome to adult life. Time to put on your big kid pants and deal with it.