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Pensive. Or gassy.

Jooj in her "wedding hat."

So. Tired.
I don't remember being this tired with Jooj. Maybe because she ate formula? Or because it wasn't as hot as the rocks of Hell outside when she was a baby?

Words don't come out as easily, either. At least ten times a day I have to clarify that I meant to say "laundry" or "dog" or "baby" instead of "car" or "house" or "ice cream."

Also, I have discovered that my true, exhausted nature is that of a total raging jerkface. All I want to do is destroy my husband when I look over at him sleeping peacefully while I am up for the fifth time in a night. Seriously. I would not be surprised to find him checking into a hotel for his own safety pretty soon. I will cut that vato.

Jooj is a fabulous big sister. She loves this brother so much. And has only pointed out that he is the wrong sex once.

And Buster/Segundo/Chico/Junior still is without a nickname that has stuck.

Also, please to excuse the phone pictured. Did I leave my digital camera at your place when I was in Utah? (I don't remember much about being there, so I am opening it up to every person in Utah...)

Things That Rule My World

Thanks to my crack, I am able to write a blog post. Don't expect much, because I am not capable of delivering. Keep lowering that bar, and then read on...

When I am trying to fall asleep (after the battery has died on Compy) I have conversations with myself. Usually I play both the role of admiring fan and La Yen. (Although sometimes I play role of La Yen in High School doing some revisionist social networking and preemptive breaking up, but that is another story for another day...) Sometimes I ask myself "La Yen, HOW do you get through the day? You are so poised and pulled-together, and those additional pounds are not even showing. How DO you do it?"

Well, Biggest Fan, here you go. My list of awesomeness

It's a Bam Bam Diddly by Father Goose

Jooj can't help dancing to this, and it is hard for me to beat her when she is dancing. Ergo, we dance a lot to save her from beatings.

Passions

I know I have spoken at length about Passions, but I don't think anyone understands how completely awesome it is. The Jolly Porter hooked me, and he is almost a PhD. DR. Jolly Porter. Do you know the kind of legitimacy that lends this show? Enough to make the plotline that revolves around a weenus-ectimy and backwards/upside-down reattachment almost tasteful.

Mini Corn Dogs

Honey in the batter, and in our bellies. Grain, check. Protein, check.

Go Fug Yourself

There are days when I need a belly laugh. And this site ALWAYS delivers. I love it. I need it. And, Peldons, please show yourselves again. Please.

Farm 51

This game is completely pointless. And addicting. I play it when I need a break. Which is all of the time.

Banana Split Ice Cream

Somehow, Somewhere, there's a place for us, slight flavor of maraschino cherry.

Getting ready for W to come home.

Three weeks until his 20-day vacation. We are meeting our favorite Stew and Wife for a week of fun and games. We may also be bringing a babysitter so that we can play after 6 pm. Here's hoping her mom says yes!

Advantium Over-The-Range Oven.

See Mini Corn Dogs above

Living vicariously through Wee Wonderfuls and Angry Chicken

They make things look pretty. And so I, for a minute, think that my house is all pretty and vintage and that I have the attention span to make lots of crafty things.

Jooj singing ABCs

"A B C B LNNOP Essa Essa Essa You Come Sing With Me."

So there you have it, biggest fan. I must go put on some music so I don't beat the kid while we pick up 8500 fuse beads and put them back in the bucket.

I forget.

The biggest casualty of the deployment has been my brain.

I can barely think. Of anything. ANYTHING.

I used to be all smart and thoughtful--I didn't even NEED the spellchecker because I knew it was wrong when I typed it. That is how smart I was, peeps. And I knew how many oz were in a cup without looking at the measuring cup. That is almost knowing the metric system, peeps. High intelligence.

Now I am completely brain-dead.

At night I can't sleep so I play on the laptop to tire me out. And my brain has suffered for it.
At night I am so tired I just watch TV. And my brain has suffered for it.

And, somehow, Jooj has gotten smarter. On her own she has figured out the concept of "both vs all" and is working on understanding "best friends." ("I you best friend to find shoes, Mami!") How is this possible? I certainly am not teaching her anything.

On a side note, if you write or type "turnip" about six times in a row it ceases to lose all meaning. Try it. That is how my brain feels all of the time. (See how I brought it back to me? At least I haven't lost THAT skill, yet.)