From the Management
January 16, 2007
Hi! Guess what! I'm not posting anything here today. Because I have decided to move all of Noah's furniture from the small green bedroom with two windows to the not-quite-as-small blue bedroom with one window. By myself. Because I have decided that this is terribly important and must be done immediately and I know Jason will totally argue with me and say that Noah is FINE in the green bedroom and that we are NOT moving his furniture when we just paid people to put it there less than a month ago, so this way, I'll have all the furniture moved before he gets home and then he will have no choice but to help me paint over the blue this weekend.
I'm thinking a soft green would look nice.
Anyway, that's what I'm busy doing right now, but I'm taking a break because the changing table is currently stuck between the doorway and the stairway banister and I am kind of not sure what the hell I'm supposed to do about that.
However! There are nice long personally-type posts over at ClubMom (the three-day-a-week posting schedule? is nice. lets me wait until I actually get sort-of inspired to post. muy happier). AlphaMom is doing some server-maintenance stuff but hopefully the Advice Smackdown will resume later this week for all your most desperate queries, and hey! Tonight I'm going to liveblog the American Idol premiere for MamaPop.
I haven't watched the show in a couple seasons, but I am flipping OBSESSED this year, because a girl from my high school graduating class keeps showing up in all the commercials for the new season, and I am SERIOUSLY hoping she gets some additional airtime or makes it to Hollywood. Why? I have no idea. It's not like we're still friends or anything, since I don't think we even acknowledged each other at the reunion, and Google tells me she went on to achieve moderate success in the Central Pennsylvania beauty pageant circuit, while I clearly have found my calling as a combination Internet Rock Star and Bored Furniture Moving Housewife.
You know what? Screw her. I hope Simon makes fun of how tall and skinny and blond she is. And tells her to eat a sandwich. Which I'm going to do now. Anything besides deal with that changing table debacle I've gone and created upstairs.
(Seriously, stop by MamaPop tonight. Or at least submit some ideas for the Official Drinking Game, because dude, I'll need to be at LEAST as high as Paula to sit through two solid hours of this horseshit.)