Well it hasn't quite been a month but what a heck of a couple-a weeks here! Recap of November for all you inquiring minds who've been missing a KB update. I'm big into numbering items because the libra in me likes to see the decisions I need to make in some numerical order. This doesn't actually help me decide it just makes my brain feel more organized. So here goes alllllll the decisions that are still looming in front of my foggy brain:
1) 11yr old wants an Ipod Nano because "its so awesome mom, look at that touch screen". Dilemma: he already has a blasted Ipod. Has consumerism and the spirit of giving gripped me so hard that I am actually going to spend $150 on a an item that does pretty much the same thing as the $150 thing he got less than 2 years ago just to see his face explode into little beams of lightness??? Probably. Still thinking it out though. I'm also avidly checking Ebay, Amazon, Apple, Google for any sign of a cheaper friggin deal cuz dang. $150 bucks is ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY BUCKS! To me that translates into any of the following: a week of groceries, fifteen sweaters at Marshall's (gee I love Marshall's, TJMaxx, and any other store where I can buy a soy based jasmine scented candle, a large Wolfgang puck fry pan with cover, and Puma socks for the kids), or forbid, a little savings money...audible gasp! Anyone know where to get a $20 Ipod Nano that isn't stolen? Lemme know.
2) Went to the woman doc, his words "we gotta get that damn ovary out"...and then he said "forgive me for cussin'". Me, forgive someone for cussin'? He must have read his audience. So I'm going under the knife. I'm a bit nervous after hearing all these stories of people going in for "routine" (routine? really, how many people out there think any surgery is routine?) surgery and ending up on their death bed. Heck, one of my pals we'll call him DG said his friend went in to have a small piece of his tongue cut out and boom bam! DEAD two days later. Aaaaah run for the hills...this makes me think, eh, what's a cyst that's bigger than my ovary, who cares? I'll just deal with it forevaaaaaaa...but alas, modern medicine wins and I want to be pain free so there ya have it. I'm going in same day and comin' out. I am right now giving my right ovary a pep talk and preparing it for battle it sounds something like "you may be going in a team but you're comin' out alone, be strong and stay calm".
3) I want some knee boots. I'm only 5"4'...sure my license says 5"5'...and my weight is 120 with a wet sweater on...hahahahahahhahahahaha I'm dying laughing here. Anyway back to the knee boots...I want some big time baby...I've got skirts just dying to be paired with a great pair of knee boots! Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) I have what appears to be abnormally large calfs. I blame it on those sturdy Finnish women of my past and 12 years of soccer. I'm resigned to stretchy knee boots made of plastic which all my pals know does not fly with me. I don't do plastic. Last time I wore plastic shoes I also carried a Cabbage Patch named Diana after Diana Ross. I once had a pair of Cole Haan knee boots (this was of course prior to having 3 children because those boots could support the family for a month). Black. All leather, pull up, no zip knee boots. I loved those boots like a sibling. However, the left one had a faulty heel (had I paid full price I'd a been a lot more po'd, but I didn't.). Anyway I had the left boot in my trunk and it was in my forward looking business plan to get that heel replaced. Well my car was stolen, in it the f-ing boot! What was my first question to the insurance agent after they found the car? Well, first, I asked about my 100 cd's, one, a bootleg of Led Zeppelin! But second, second was "Didja find the boot?"
4) Last but not least I'm ignoring discussing the Other for fear of retribution from all my supportive women friends who think the Other is a piece of you know what and does not belong home.
5) Oh wait that wasn't last! I submitted to Pei Wei to blog in Asia for 3 weeks and eat delicious cuisine and take pictures and be enigmatic. Oh can you imagine....a mixed gal in Asia? Would I be the first?
6) Oh wait wait, one more, I'm reading Pope Joan (thanks to the Other's mom who has really really good taste in books, have I mentioned how cool she is? She's sewing Christmas pillow covers for me! Oh I've become so Good Housekeeping. What's next a short haircut?) Anyway Pope Joan. Looooove it. Intriguing, wonderfully written book. She's brave, she's smart, she's benevolent. No, women could not (I'm not sure about now, but pretty sure the rule is still the same) become Popes during midieval times...so you can guess how "she" becomes a Pope. Can't think of the author...I'll try for next time.
7) Okay this really is the last one. I've moved from Belgians to Nutbrown Ales. Why oh why do I like beer so much? Surprisingly enough Leinie's is doing a nice job with that Fireside they've come up with. Its much less than the $10 a sixer Frambozen from New Belgium, $10, a sixer? What is this New York?
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