Archive for November, 2005
O Holy Night
I put on “The Christmas Music of Johnny Mathis” last night. No, I’m not 50, but I love Johnny Mathis. And I love Christmas carols.
Not just the secular ones either. Actually, my favorite Christmas carols are the religious ones. “Do You Hear What I Hear?” and “Hallelujah Chorus” and “O Little Town of Bethlehem” and […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 29th, 2005 tagged Who me?, Youthful indiscretions | 16 Comments »
She’s not drinking, so I am
CJ, that is. The only reasons I’m not freaking out and on my way to the ER are that she doesn’t have a fever or signs of dehydration, and she’s still acting like herself.
It started a few weeks ago at her nine-month well baby appointment, where they discovered that she had a double ear infection. […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 27th, 2005 tagged Miss Mousie, Who me? | 14 Comments »
Bullshit!
For Kyle’s past two birthdays, I have given him the DVDs of Penn and Teller’s Bullshit!, seasons 1 and 2, respectively. If you haven’t seen the show, here’s the official synopsis on the Showtime web site. And if you haven’t heard of Penn and Teller, here’s a link to their official web site. Basically, they […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 26th, 2005 tagged Daring you to disagree, The king of beers, Who me? | 6 Comments »
Brain freeze - or why I just might need a hat
I went out for a bike ride on Thanksgiving Day. It was probably only about 50F, and some portions of the trail still had a bit of ice on them, but the sky was a classic, clear blue Colorado sky, the wind wasn’t too strong, and I knew that snow was in the forecast for […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 25th, 2005 tagged Home on the range, Who me? | 5 Comments »
Let me see your drunkface! You got a drunkface?
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
That’s a drunkface!
Taken in March 2001 at a pub in Pigalle - the red light district of Paris. We’d shared a bottle of champagne at the Moulin Rouge, and then stopped off for a nightcap on our way back to the hotel in Montmartre. Kyle was worse off than me. At one point, as he […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 22nd, 2005 tagged Look at me, look at me!, The king of beers, Who me? | 16 Comments »
May you live a thousand years…
…May you drink a thousand beers! Get plastered, you bad boy. Happy birthday to you!
Aren’t you just the cutest EVER? I love that picture.
Cats make you work for their affection. Cats don’t sell out like dogs do.
Evidence that we would not have dated in high school.
But in college? Now we’re talking.
One of our first dates […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 21st, 2005 tagged Look at me, look at me!, The king of beers | 16 Comments »
Forced intimacy
There aren’t many other things that make me more uncomfortable than forced intimacy. I don’t mean intimacy in a sexual sense, but in the sense of proximity and/or emotional closeness.
I don’t like sitting next to a complete stranger on the bus or the subway or on an airplane. I really detest being crammed into a […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 19th, 2005 tagged Who me? | 13 Comments »
Proof that I am evil
Scene: We’re all in the kitchen. Kyle’s making pizza. CJ is up past her bedtime, playing in the cupboard that is off-limits. Tacy is attempting to distract CJ as she bangs the cupboard doors. As one of the cupboard doors bangs shut, Tacy howls.
T: My finger! CJ shut my finger in the cupboard!
K: Let me […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 19th, 2005 tagged Kids say the darnedest things, Miss Goosie, Miss Mousie, The king of beers, Who me? | 3 Comments »
P.T. Barnum was talking about me
I subbed at Tacy’s school again yesterday. I KNOW I have said that I was through with that gig, but they were shorthanded, and the assistant director’s grandparents were in town, and she had hardly seen them because she’d been at work all the time, and they were leaving the next day, and I just […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 17th, 2005 tagged Kids say the darnedest things, Professional butt-wiping AKA child care | 15 Comments »
Tourism in the workplace
Zube Girl had a wonderful post about the clueless tourists she encounters at work. If you haven’t read Zube Girl, she works for a ski resort in Breckenridge (here in Colorado), so she deals with tourists every day. Clueless ones, which make for an entertaining post, but also cause much frustration during the workday.
Prior to […]