You can now have a live chat session with God.
After getting a few smartass responses to my questions I told God I was going back to Wicca. He responded by asking what I was wearing. Thus, proof that even God can be a pervert.
(Thanks Flidais, this cracked me up!)
Every so often Hayley makes a request to see her baby pictures (and not-quite-baby pictures) so I’ll oblige her by going through my old journal entries to look at whatever I happened to have posted back then. The only drawback is that she’ll ask random questions that I don’t necessarily have an answer to. Luckily, when I remind her that it was X amount of years ago and I have no idea, she’ll make up her own answer.
For instance, in this particular entry, she asked me why her mouth was open in the last picture. I started to say I really didn’t know why she had her mouth open when she interrupted and said, “Oh, my mouth is open because I couldn’t keep it closed because I wanted to have some Mommy Milk.”
Well okay then! That’s precise.
Poor Hayley caught my cold and has been miserable for a few days (though she’s better today – luckily it’s a horrible but short cold). She spent a great deal of time whining and occasionally shrieking, “My nose! I need to blow my nooooose!” Constant whining is a little, uh, wearing on the nerves but I could hardly blame her; after all she was just vocalizing the exact way that I felt while I was in the throes of cold-hood last week.
Yeseterday morning she decided to stay in her pajamas, then she snuggled into her Winnie the Pooh chair with her “special blanket” (a really nice homemade quilt that she can not sleep without, no matter how hot it is). We also battled the germs with a homeopathic remedy of cuddling on the couch to watch “A Bug’s Life” with lots of liquids. It’s true, it’s an age-old remedy! I also brought in a little bit of my own family by channeling my sister – when she was a kid she always called chicken noodle soup “magic soup” because it always makes you feel just a little better, even if only temporarily. I made a big pot of it for Hayley, told her it was magic soup to help her cold and she happily ate it, even the noodles.
She had a good sleep last night, although I let her stay up later, just past 9 pm because it was the “Canadian Idol” finale and I knew Kalan Porter was going to be performing. She was really happy to be able to stay up long enough to hear him sing, then she applauded him and laid down, falling asleep within about ten minutes. I don’t medicate her during the day unless it’s really truly necessary but before bed I gave her some Tylenol decongestant and it really helped her sleep well the past two nights.
George has it now and he says he feels like shit but I’ve assured him that by tomorrow he should feel much better. It’s really just the first two or three days that suck and then after that it’s just residual blahness. I blame my glucose screen a couple of weeks ago for bringing the cold into our household; it was the only place I went where I could think of possibly catching a cold. Alas.
Something every parent needs after all children are in bed: Shoot the Teletubbies.
(Thank you Aimee, I had way too much fun with that.)
You know that you’ve been watching too much children’s programming when you’re all by yourself in the kitchen, cleaning up after supper, and you catch yourself singing the “Journey to Ernie” song off Sesame Street. Sheesh.
Maybe after tonight’s “Canadian Idol” is over (last two finalists, woo!), I should consider watching some sort of documentary to push Ernie out of my head.
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You know what? I really don’t know why people take the time to send hate mail because I think that it’s meant to infuriate or depress the recipient, but honestly I think it’s absolutely hilarious, so I don’t see the point. God invented the back button on browsers so that if you don’t like a website you don’t have to waste your time writing snarky email that will only result in making people like me laugh at you for thinking that we care. But hey, I haven’t had any hate mail in years, so that was fun! I have my doubts as to whether the email address is valid but I did reply. If you’d like to know more about the exchange, I’ve copied and pasted both the original and my reply right here so that other people can be just as amused.
I posted a new entry last night but I was so tired that I couldn’t be bothered to mention it.
You wouldn’t believe how much I’m physically restraining myself right now to keep from sitting down and eating the half a tub of sour cream we currently have in the fridge. Not with anything. Just sour cream and a spoon. Every time I open the fridge I see it and it’s overwhelming how much I want to eat it.
I’m thinking of using it in something for supper tonight or else turning it into a dip for chips and vegetables by mixing some onion soup mix in with it before I really do eat it.
