Wednesday, December 19, 2001
Christmas is a crazy time of year. Boy. That sounded dense. That was like saying ‘Ice is very very cold’ or ‘Carson Daly is a bit of a tool’ or ‘My sister Mo tailgates like a mofo’. But seriously, I am borderline haggard. I had a mini-breakdown last night before I left work, thinking of […]
Tuesday, December 18, 2001
Esteban: You just want another husband. Weetabix: Oooh, a second husband? An additional husband? Esteban: Sure’ you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Who would you pick? Weetabix: Someone I could bend to my will’ or maybe Kiefer Sutherland. Esteban: Then we’d have his wacky father as an in-law. Yuck. Weetabix: But then I’d have a dark […]
Monday, December 17, 2001
Yesterday, I learned that the hardest substance known to man is the head of an average three-year-old. Jonathon came over to ‘visit’ with me yesterday (read: play The Sims on Esteban’s computer while I played the Sims and surfed the internet on MY computer’. It was a nice brother/sister moment, I tell ya’. knowing my […]
Sunday, December 16, 2001
Yesterday, after the funeral (which, inexplicably starts with the word “fun”), Esteban had plans with Ward to work on our kitchen remodeling project. I myself had plans as well, one being to go and pick up my kicky new eyeglasses which are really just an expensive fashion accessory. So we split up for the day, […]
Saturday, December 15, 2001
One of Esteban’s cousins has been missing for several months and we had to attend his funeral today. It’s a weird story, actually. He was living in Alaska, with his wife and children, doing something militaristic I guess. He got into a fight with his wife, got on his 4-wheeler and drove off. Never to […]
Friday, December 14, 2001
The other day, I had an eye doctor appointment. I actually have fairly good eyesight. My previous position killed my eyesight, as I was looking at microscopic 5 pt. Computer printouts and a hideous black mainframe monitor. Now, I have a gigantic pc monitor and work completely in Office products. But I like to wear […]
Thursday, December 13, 2001
So, I’ve been half-heartedly attempting to lose part of my ass. Not the cute part. Don’t freak on me. Just the gross, bulbous, “I’m turning into Ethel the Lunch Lady whose polyester Lunch Lady uniform squeaks when she walks because her thighs are rubbing together like Keith and Colby trying to start a fire while […]
Wednesday, December 12, 2001
Chelsea: Meow! Meow!! Meow!!! MEOW!!!! Esteban: Shush you! Weetabix: Make her stop. Esteban: (shaking his finger at her) Bad kitty. Chelsea: MARRLL! MEOW!! MEOW!! MEOW!! MEOW!! Esteban: Aww’.. I just gave her the warning finger’ she stopped, sniffed it and then licked it. That was cute. Chelsea: Meow! Merow! Maow! Mraow! Weetabix: She doesn’t do […]
Wednesday, December 12, 2001
Chelsea: Meow! Meow!! Meow!!! MEOW!!!! Esteban: Shush you! Weetabix: Make her stop. Esteban: (shaking his finger at her) Bad kitty. Chelsea: MARRLL! MEOW!! MEOW!! MEOW!! MEOW!! Esteban: Aww….. I just gave her the warning finger… she stopped, sniffed it and then licked it. That was cute. Chelsea: Meow! Merow! Maow! Mraow! Weetabix: She doesn’t do […]
Wednesday, December 12, 2001
Below is the entry I had written yesterday with the impending migraine’ I made a grave mistake last night. I had my little heart set on grilled pork tenderloin and garlic roasted potatoes, but by the time I had gotten home, I had tossed the potato idea out the window because it was too much […]
