Yeah, I'm old.

I heard a commercial for a dance club on one of the "pop" radio stations yesterday. "Party starts at 11!" the DJ announced.

Um, hello? STARTS at 11? THAT'S PRACTICALLY THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!

I wasn't always this way. In college, we'd start GETTING READY to go out around 9 or 10. Now, I consider it a "late night" if I'm OUT till 10.

I am officially old.

Betty Crocker.

Last night, I went to Anna's for dinner and girl talk (with Tim, of course). And we baked cookies. From SCRATCH.

Another Jeff-ism.

("Jeff-ism": a comment that, although intended as a compliment, doesn't always come out as such.)

Tonight, as I was printing out my first weekly shopping list from eDiets, I announced, "Tomorrow, I start getting skinny and healthy."

To which Jeff replied:

"But I like you the way you are."

Look, I'm riding a big furry tractor!

Okay, so we're a little behind the rest of the country, but we finally watched "Anchorman" tonight. You will be randomly quoting this movie for weeks to come ("Why don't you go back to your home on Whore Island!"). A couple of times, I actually laughed so hard that I started to choke. If, for some reason, you haven't seen it yet, go rent it now. Seriously. Get off the computer and go. ("You are a smelly pirate hooker!") And this isn't like Renee's "rave" of "Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle" from Kishelle's blog, either....because this movie actually WAS hysterically funny. ("I love lamp!")

We also rented "Little Black Book," with Brittany Murphy and Ron Livingston (aka "the guy from Office Space"). The first hour was okay, but the last half hour was AWESOME. A very surprise ending; I kept saying, "Oh my God! Oh my GOD!" (Even Jeff, who slept through the rest of the movie, payed attention to that part of the movie.) It's definitely a "chick flick," though. Don't even TRY to make your boyfriend/husband watch it.

("You've got a dirty whorish mouth!")

I'm engaged! (?)

Okay, maybe not STRICTLY speaking, but I did just propose to Jeff, and he accepted, and then he made me an engagement ring out of a hair tie and a white peanut M & M. So....can I call myself engaged now?

Update:

I just called off our engagement, since he had the nerve to TRADE Ryan Newman in the NASCAR Fantasy Racing League we're both playing in. Can you believe it? TRADE #12? Clearly, I couldn't marry someone like that.

As you were.

My very first lawsuit.

I got a notice in the mail on Friday that a default judgement was entered against me in a Livonia court for $3000. Yes, we all know that Elliot's back and he's not giving up. Now, what kills me the MOST is that this default judgement was based on me not showing up in court. I didn't show up because, technically, I was never served. I got a notice that a certified letter was waiting for me at the post office, but I never went to pick it up. I'm not stupid; I knew damn well what it was. So, officially, I was never served.

But the bigger issue, of course, is that I'm supposed to be untouchable once I filed for bankruptcy. The notice says that I have 7 days to appeal; I'm going to call my lawyer in the morning, and I'm relatively confident that once we provide the court with notice of my (now final) bankruptcy, that will be that. Still, part of me is worried that Elliot found some kind of loophole through which to screw me.

I'll update this blog once I get home tomorrow and let you know what the lawyer says. Wish me luck.

Mmm nascar season is upon us again

Yep.. Watched the first race of the season tonight.. although it was only 70 laps, I was like a freakin kid in a candy store.. and after they yelled "Gentlemen start your engines!" I think I got wood.. whew! I loves me some racin..

PS. The pumpkin is now gone.. Had it not been frozen I do believe it would have been damn gross.. But the removal went well.

House Update

To update you on the furniture saga, we ended up with a lovely leather hide-a-bed sofa, a pretty little TV cabinet, a great hutch cabinet and a new stove that I can actually bake in. Yay! That pretty much takes care of the furniture needs.

Then I came home last Friday and Tim had rented a jack hammer. Why did my husband rent a jack hammer, you ask? Why, to tear up the concrete floor in the downstairs bathroom so that we can remodel it by Easter when 12 people will be staying at our house, of course! (So many interesting things in that sentence, so little time.) Yes, we're remodeling our downstairs bathroom to add a shower. Last weekend I tore down walls, took out a sink and counter, weilded a jack hammer and dug a hole under my house. Pretty impressive, huh? Bet you didn't know I had it in me!

My adopted pirate.

My adopted Marine has gone home, so a couple of weeks ago, I adopted a 21-year-old sailor (he's not too bad to look at, either, but that's a whole 'nother post). Anyway, I've told "my" kids about Albert and suggested that maybe they'd like to make him a card or write him a letter someday. I briefly told them who he was--that he lived on a ship and was protecting us and helping people who lived far away.

Well, today the 6 year old was running through her list of things to do, and then she added, "Oh yeah, and I still need to make something for your pirate." I'm like, my PIRATE? And she says, "Yeah, your friend who lives on a ship. The pirate."

HOLY CRAP, I almost drove off the road from laughing so hard.

Hmmm...maybe he's not so perfect, after all

Not Jeff. My 2 year old (I jinxed myself by stating on Kishelle's blog that he was "perfect") threw one of those mortifying, ferocious, screaming-to-beat-hell public fits today.

But wait, there's more.

WE WERE IN THE LIBRARY.

Yes, the ONE public place where silence reigns supreme, where even a SNEEZE echoes like a gunshot throughout the halls. I can't even talk about it yet; I'm still too traumatized.

I will, however, say that the old lady working in the kids' section of the library either needs to a) understand kids or b) find another job. Yes, it was unfortunate and trying and distracting and LOUD, but he's TWO. They do things like that sometimes. And icily informing the nanny, who is ALREADY gathering 3 kids and 5 books in an attempt to get the holy hell out of there, that she "has to leave" because "this is the library and he cannot act like that in here" is really not appropriate nor helpful.

(And what promopted this whole incident, you ask? His brother hung up the kitty puppet, and by God, HE wanted to hang up the kitty puppet.)

Once I got them back into the car, I looked him straight in the eye and, as authoritatively as I could, instructed L. that "It is NOT okay to scream in the library." To which he looked me right in the eye, took his thumb out of his mouth, and replied with a grin,

"I love you!"