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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Pardon my recent absenteeism, I've been really busy doing absolutely nothing. Well that's not entirely true; I did manage to wear non-fleece pants long enough to take G-man to his appointment {more on the pediatrician's verdict later} and I did de-Christmas the casa. Other than that I've been attempting to  throw together a party for our almost preschooler who turns 3 on Friday. P.S. - the room I booked for her and 9 friends is a tad lot too small... hahahahaha... that's my impression of me laughing instead of screaming {see 2012 resolution numero ten}.

I got lots to confess so without further ado here's my addition to E, Myself & I's


- I got fitted for ski equipment the other day {by an employee who obviously worked on commission} knowing full well that I wouldn't be buying any of it. I just needed to see if the size 26 boots posted on kijiji.com were the right fit for my fat feet.

- I'm probably the last blogger in cyberspace to get an iphone and I've now spent the better part of my evening trying to upload instagram photos and create collages!!! A tutorial would be MUCH appreciated... thanks in advance.

-  My first car was a Fiero. I picked it up for $600 from a woman I'm 99% sure was a stripper. I loved that car. I could dedicate an entire post to that car... I think I just might.

- while Trev was at work this morning, Gabe & I played around with the thermostat and got the house temperature up to a tropical 27 degrees celsius.

- I cried every day last week, every.single.day. 

- I'm slightly panicked that someone is actually going to follow through with their threat and nominate me for that show "Canada's Worst Driver". Sure I've had my fair share of car accidents {minor fender benders really} and yes they've ALL been my fault - while in reverse - but am I really that bad?

- Gabe's only 3 months old and I'm already fretting about puberty. If boys masterbate as much as I think they do... just kill me now. "Don't buy navy sheets" - that's the advice I got from moms with teenage sons... seriously?!... I'm so not okay with this... please help.
** Whew, it feels good to get that off my chest. Is there anything you want to unload, upload or download?

10 comments:

Danielle Hardy said...

oh my word!!! you make me laugh.. Wednesday is my new favorite day because I get to read this and know that there is someone out there like me :)

Sandra Kohlmann said...

You crack me up. Do you watch How I Met Your Mother? There is an entire story line about a Fiero.

Ashley said...

you're not the last blogger to get an iphone- I'm still waiting for the moolah to get mine!

Shirley said...

I still haven't gotten an iPhone either, and I probably won't. But I do want to make some instagrams! (grrr)
How I Met Your Mother is one of my favourite shows.
And just because they nominate you for the show, it doesn't mean that you have to be on it. :)
-Shirley
theorangewindmill.etsy.com

Randalin. said...

Haha - your confessions this week are great! I'm also guilty of going to get fitted or get advice from professionals before making kijiji purchases!

emily said...

Neat car!

LOL at the puberty thing. My son isn't even born yet and this thought has crossed my mind. Definitely something dad's should deal with.

ana {bluebirdkisses} said...

well now I'm officially freaking out about masterbating too! I hadn't even thought of that...omg NOOOO I did read a really good book though, called the Male Brain, you should check it out.

Instagram!? what's your user name so we can find you!

This Mom said...

Just found your blog and I'm impressed! Ah, the fleece pants. My holidays are ending tomorrow and I am worried that I will no longer fit into pants with a button...

Happy New Year!

E said...

HILARIOUS!

Thanks for worrying me to death about puberty now. I will never survive.

And, no iphone here. :(

E

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