I am a murderer. Oh wait, no I'm not.

So, yesterday I stayed home from work with my sick little Molly and I decided to try to get some things done around the house while she was napping. The fishtank has been steadily declining and I noticed yesterday there was about 1/2 a tank of water in it. So, me being me, I filled it. Then, I put water in the filter and plugged it in, and went about my day. Fast forward a few hours. J comes home from a hard day of working in the fields (okay, I think it was a football field, but still) and goes in to feed his fish. Who are staring blankly out at him. Not moving. At all. Oh shit - I killed Oscar. BB starts crying. I'm trying to decide if I should cry or run. J proceeds to calmly explain I should not have done that. There was a reason the filter was not plugged in - it's not working and he was going to fix it this weekend. So, he fixes it, gets everything all set up, and waits. You'll be happy to know that by bedtime Oscar and the gang were swimming around happily. J saves the day - yay J!

Harry Potter. Harry Potter! Harry Potter!!!!!

I was going to write about how I cursed myself by chosing the name I did for this blog page. Molly was up sick ALL NIGHT. Neither J nor myself slept ALL NIGHT. But then, Kenny called. Kenny, my HP partner-in-borderline obsession. The cover art for the final book is out!!! It's pretty exciting...is that a horcrux around his neck? Is that THE veil they're fighting around? WTF is all the treasure in the UK version? Alas, more questions, no answers. I guess we'll have to wait until July. *rubs her hands together with maniacal glee*

So basically, sick kid? no sleep? BFD - The HP cover art is out! The incredible, restorative properties of any HP update have worked their magic again - I am refreshed and invigorated. I feel the promise of a new day upon us.

Patti out.

I'm not crazy. You're the one whose crazy.

People who know me know I have food issues. Quirks, one might say. Some examples:

1. I do not eat or drink (especially milk products, not sure why) after other people. Not my husband, not my kids, NOBODY. I could be dying of hunger or thirst and if someone else used the fork or drank out of the glass, forget it. Actually, I can only think of one exception. We were at Chevy's (after a movie or something) and I started choking right after we sat down. The waiter promptly came to take our drink orders...I asked for water - I was visibly coughing/choking - and he continued to ask about drinks for the rest of the table. I couldn't wait, I really thought I was going to die. Just as I got up to go get a drink out of the bathroom faucet (BATHROOM FAUCET!!!) my mom remembered she had some leftover bottled water in her purse. I cannot tell a lie, I drank that water like I had never had a drink before! I drank and drank...until I stopped choking. Of course, that incident leaves me open for ribbing by family members on occasion, but at least i'm alive to retell the story!
2. I do not bring food or drinks into the bathroom or anywhere near the bathroom. Heaven forbid I'm walking past the bathroom door with food in my hand and someone opens it. That bathroom air covering my food is repulsive.
3. I do not take my food into a stairwell. I try to take the stairs when I can (translate: If I feel like it) but will not bring my food (even in a styrofoam container) into the stairwell.


So today at work some other non-food quirks came up:

1. I won't go into the bathroom right after someone has been in it.
2. I can't use the bathroom if I think someone can hear me.
3. It doesn't matter how many pieces of ice I put in my cup, I always have to top it off with two more pieces.
4. I have to make my bed in the morning. If I don't, I'll think about it all day.

One of my co-workers won't keep her toothbrushes in the bathroom b/c of germs. Maybe I need to do that, too. Is that OCD? Am I well on my way to becoming Monk? Or does everyone have little quirks they live with on a daily basis?

There are honest people out there. Maybe.

J got the call today - someone found his wallet intact. Already cancelled everything, but that's a small inconvenience. His photos are even still there! They found it about 6 blocks from where he was that night, interesting...

So, is it still sleep if it's in spurts? I used to get up twice a night to feed Molly, approximately 1/2 -1 hour each time. Now I get up several times a night to give her her "binky" and once to feed. But I'm getting up 6, 7, 8 times a night just to "plug her in". Is that really rest? I haven't decided yet. I find I'm still just as forgetful as I've been. If I don't write it down it doesn't get done- I just forget about it until it's too late. So far the only problem is my calendar is at work, it's a big desk calendar. I need to get one for home but have no where to put it. And things are so cluttered now (less time to clean) that I can't bring something else home. I've got swings, recycled robots, cases of drinks, all kinds of shit that I can't/won't get rid of and no place to put it now that we have an extra family member. How can someone so tiny take up so much space???!!! You know how I get when I can't organize my life.

I lied, Kenny's not dead, yet...

So I went back and checked, K has 5 posts. I guess I've got one to go - BooYa! (Is that how you spell it? I never really thought about it before. It looks stupid on paper.)

Oh no, I killed Kenny. You bastard.

Well, here it is day two of officially blogging and I think I've put up more posts than Kenny. Hmmm...I think I'll leave that there for a while.

H1 was in town for a bachelor party, it was nice to see him, briefly though it was. He tried to help me download pics of James Gandolfini from my cell phone, but in the end I had to go through Sprint. I'm sure they'll charge me an arm and a leg, but at least they're off my phone and I can e-mail them to my patiently waiting co-worker.

J lost his wallet/had his wallet stolen at the bachelor party. For some strange reason I'm not upset. I just cancelled all the cards and went about my day. Does that mean I'm mature enough to know that it's not the end of the world, or is there something wrong with me and we're gonna get a call that we owe $50,000 on an AMEX black card that we know nothing about? I guess we'll wait and see. Of course when I cancelled the Best Buy card the guy REALLY tried to sell me the identity theft protection plan. REALLY tried. Just cancel the damn card, okay? When I cancelled our visa/debit/chekcard I ended up speaking with Sangisetti from -you guessed it- India. My bank is as US government-affiliated as you can get without it being owned by the feds. You'd think they'd "hire American". Guess not. Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. Probably shouldn't be though.

Well, off to bed, gotta go cheer dad on at church tomorrow. 'Nite.

Someone secretley replaced my baby with a Chatty Cathy doll...

OMG! We went out for dinner with dad tonight, Molly talked up a storm...to the back of the guy sitting behind us! She talked and talked and talked. That seems to be her thing lately, it's pretty cute. She's in her crib doing it now...this is the stuff I don't want to forget but I know I will eventually. Like when she's nursing and pulls away to look up at me and smile. That melts my heart every time. I was so worried all through my pregnancy that I wouldn't love her because she was so unexpected and I really had my hands full with two kids and didn't want any more, but all she has to do is look at me and smile and I turn to jello.

Saw a bumper sticker today "Sacred cows make the best burgers", got my chuckle for the day.

The menfolk are all at a bachelor party tonight, I'm sure they're behaving...SIL1 is probably having a great time alone, if I was her I'd get a massage and do some retail therapy!

On To Something New

Well, I've decided to try my hand at blogging. Most likely it will bore the hell out of anyone who finds it, but I'm gonna try. Let me know when you find it (You know who you are). My intent is sort of the same as H1, write about stuff that bugs me, stuff I notice, etc. However, my kids will probably pepper a lot of these posts...if I get past this one, that is. I'm not even sure I know how to find this page again once I'm done!!!

So, J and I are thinking about a short trip to H-town...gotta schedule around Deal's Gap and Ian's summer course, maybe a Fri-Mon thing? School ends mid-May for both kids. I have three whole days of vacation available to me - woo hoo! A girl could go crazy with three whole days off!!!

Thanks to all who bought ads for the May Festival, I turned them in yesterday. They look terrific, I must say. The meeting turned out to be a disaster, who would have thought?! Turns out the meeting was cancelled - did they inform any parents? Of course not. The principal dosen't even show up, he leaves it to the PTA president to stand there and tell us. So we go to turn in our ads anyway and she tells us they're giving us another week. So why did I waste my time coming to a meeting that was cancelled to turn in ads that aren't due until next Friday? This is one of many reasons we are not returning to this school next year!!! Oh, I've gotta run- I need to call the school principal to fight for my $1000 refund from this year. He's trying to make me stay next year to claim it - I call bullshit!!!!