How long do you take in the shower?
Submitted by Strive2Be.
Amazingly, I take a short time, probably around 15 minutes? But my whole morning routine is pretty long. It takes me an hour or more but that includes grooming, getting and eating breakfast, getting my lunch ready, and getting dressed.
Wow no one's on my Google Talk list. Guess I'm one of the few [suckers] who's working today. At least the office is quiet.
wow, this is all kind of amazings! i guess seth rogen convinced huey lewis to write the theme song for the movie pineapple express. click HERE to listen to it and then click on the track titled pineapple express.
i freaking love huey lewis - it's hip to be square is one of my favorite jams from the 80s. not to mention, it makes me nostalgic for michael j. fox which is *always* a good thing.
people called me crazy when i proclaimed my love for britney's music and i denied it. they called me crazy when i came out about miley cyrus but i didn't care!
but i've officially officially gone fucking bonkers! why oh why do i find myself liking *THIS* song???
what is wrong with me!>!>!>!>! i absolutely LOATHE speidi! i've officially gone off the deep end.
oh well!
Out of anyone in your address book, with whom would you most like to have lunch today?
In honor of Canada Day, show us your favorite Canadian.
We're back from our jollies - rested and relaxed - and in the 3 days since our return to the homestead I've written about 6 unpublishable blog entries about the sheer insanity of raising children. I never, EVER believed that something as straightforward as depriving them of my attention for the length of time it takes to write a birthday card could cause such brain-busting stress. It took me 25 minutes and by the end of that I was a gibbering wreck and had hardly written a word of sense. How do you other people make it all look so easy? We have to laugh, right? It's the only way. And remind ourselves that in a few short years we'll be wondering where they are and wishing they called more often. Oof, but doesn't that just punch you in the guts with a heavy dose of parental panic. Nothing like that perspective to make you feel even worse about the job you're doing right now. I keep being told of third and fourth babies on the way, and I woop and gush and congratulate loudest and proudest of all, all the while juggling a little dose of jealousy whilst internally thinking ARE THEY INSANE? and HOW IN THE NAME OF HEAVEN DO THEY MANAGE? At 6.30am this morning when the low, persistent moans of MAMA. MAMA. MAMA. MAMA showed no sign of abating, I dragged my sorry self from my bed and calculated that in 24 hours I had managed only 2 conscious, waking hours of time away from Them. Lately I feel like I'm being bullied by a pair of 3-foot-tall toddling tormentors. I say all of this tongue firmly in cheek, and with the reassurance that though I am on the brink of despair several times a day of late, I'm also embracing the particular twists and turns of this parenting mania with something close to joy and gratitude, and relishing the opportunities that these ridiculously gorgeous boys afford me to find out what life is really for. But seriously, I need to capture the essence of this moment and distil it into an article that will pay me in enough cold hard cash to allow me to go and drown my sorrows in Topshop.
