Mindless Dribble

I checked bulletins Tues afternoon on MySpace and saw that the Barenaked Ladies were at a bookstore in Minneapolis. Can't tell you how pissed I was that I didn't know that sooner. Dammit. They will be on Conan tonight though.

I came upstairs to find Monkey Boy "jus' relaxing Mommy".

He now sings all the words to this song. I am mortified/proud of it.

I have 4 tapes of tv shows I need to watch in order to catch up. I think I'll just skip 2/3 of them and watch a couple shows. I don't have the energy (hell the time) to watch all of them.

My little Peanut as she heads towards trouble.

We have seen Chicken Little about, oh, 24 times in the last week. Help me please. I can't get this out of my head.

I talk to the doc next week about upping or changing the meds. They aren't doing anything at all and I'm not happy about it. No pun intended. I'm glad that I have a support system on here. It helps to have people to talk to about mundane shit that freaks me out.

All car rides should be like this.

Really.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Did you just try to trick me into listening to a Kelly Clarkson song?

It almost worked.

9:31 PM

Mama said…

damnit

that was my evil plan.

I must improve upon it.

11:57 PM

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