Sandie Simply Says

June 2, 2009

Thank Goodness It’s Tuesday!

Filed under: General — by Sandie @ 5:00 am

Or what would I do with all these random thoughts running around my head?  Not enough random here?  Visit Keely and she’ll hook you up with more! (Just tell her I sent you so I can get my referral bonus! (What? There’s no referral bonus?  Damn! I’ve been duped again!  (Just kidding…Keely never promised me a referral bonus. (I just love parenthesis, don’t you?))))

I watched “I’m a Celebrity…Get Me Out of Here” last night.  After scratching my head wondering who the heck some of the contestants are, I think the show should be “I THINK I’m a Celebrity…Get Me Out of Here.”  Is Sanjaya really considered a celebrity?  How about Rod Blagojevich’s wife?  I was saddened to see that Lou Diamond Phillips has sunk to doing reality TV.  La Bamba has always been one of my favorite movies. 

The funniest part of the show had to be Mrs. Blago proclaiming her husband’s innocence to everyone in the camp.  Well, that and Spencer Pratt telling her he would have voted for Blago for president and then Heidi Montag saying a prayer for her (don’t know who they are?  Obviously, you haven’t been keeping up with your MTV! Sadly, I knew who they were, but not because I’ve ever watched their show…I used to listen to a show on XM Radio & they talked pretty much nonstop about Speidi (and yes, I’m embarrassed to say I even know the “cutesy” nickname they’ve been given by the entertainment stalkers reporters.))

I think 2 weeks of keeping our house in pristine condition took it’s toll on us. Our house has been under contract for a week and we’ve completely let it go to hell. OK, not completely, but it’s definitely not ready to be shown! At least our living room looks semi-presentable. Our kitchen is a wreck and we won’t even talk about Angelina & Amber’s room! (That room is a never ending battle though…they tear it up quicker than we can clean it!).

Speaking of our house…the termite and home inspector come today. I’m 99.9% certain they won’t find termites (and if they do, our pest control company will take care of that). I am nervous about what else they might find. We stupidly didn’t get inspections when we moved into the house (based on the advice of our Realtor that we probably should not have taken) and I’ve worried ever since that there’s something wrong with the house. It was new construction, but there has been evidence of shoddy work in some areas of our house and I’m worried about what we can’t see. If you can, think good “perfect home inspection” thoughts for us between 8 and 11 am EDT.

One of my WW co-workers pissed me off yesterday. It wasn’t so much what she did (find a replacement for me in one of her meetings…the actual replacement won’t happen until I’m ready to leave the meeting though), but the way she went about it. There were two potential candidates to take my place and she e-mailed our manager asking if the one with less seniority could have it. I don’t mind that she did that as I think a leader should have some input as to who is on her team. BUT she also deliberately misled our manager into thinking there was another meeting the other girl could go into (granted our manager should know who is in what meeting, but I don’t blame her for getting confused. She manages 150+ employees over a huge area (her territory covers the SE portion of Georgia…from Atlanta to the GA/FL border!) and a TON of meetings…I think I can cut her some slack if she doesn’t remember every receptionist for every meeting in her territory!). I’m also ticked that words were put into my mouth and that she did everything behind my back (it was something she normally would have cc’d me on, so I have no doubt it was a deliberate slight).

Over the weekend I was trying to think about the things I won’t miss from here. I didn’t come up with anything then, but was reminded of one yesterday when I came home from work: the neighbor kid! I came home from work yesterday, walked across the house and into my room to take off my uniform when he rings the doorbell. I’m half naked at this point, so I figure he can wait a bit. He waited about 30 seconds and then starts ringing the bell again. Repeatedly. Over and over and over again. By the time I got around to seeing who was at the front door, he was gone. Such a shame.

My younger two children have become adept at using the words “dammit” and “shit.” It wouldn’t be so bad, except the pick the most inopportune times to show us just how well they can use these words. It’s never at home. It’s ALWAYS when we’re out in public. And almost exclusively in a busy area where there are plenty of people to judge us for being bad parents witnesses.

We took Angelina out to lunch the other day (we figured it was the least we could do since we were also taking her to the dentist to be tortured get two cavities filled).

Out of the blue, she says, “Daddy, Mommy hit your truck!” (This is a true statement, I did hit his truck, but it was MONTHS ago)

Me: When did I hit Dad’s truck?
Her: When you were a bad driver!
Me: I was a bad driver?
Her: Yep! I’m not going to be as a bad a driver as you!

Tony then dared me to post this conversation for y’all to read. (If you’re reading, honey, there you go!)

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10 Comments »

  1. My daughter said “That fire is hot as shit” the other night when we had friends over for a bonfire. Yeah, I wanted to melt into my chair.

    Comment by Kat — June 2, 2009 @ 5:29 am |Reply

  2. I’m the most random person you’ll ever meet. Iuno why, but…I think I’m mental. LOL

    Comment by Jenny — June 2, 2009 @ 9:01 am |Reply

  3. I think keeping your house in pristine condition for two weeks is awesome! I’d like to go two days around here. Happy RTT!

    Comment by Jennifer — June 2, 2009 @ 10:54 am |Reply

  4. It will be a sad day in this house when my kids get old enough to TATTLE ON ME! Not looking forward to that day. First time over and I’m liking your randomness!

    Comment by Swoozie — June 2, 2009 @ 11:03 am |Reply

  5. I always tried to move out of my houses before selling them. It’s much easier to keep a house clean when nobody is living in it.

    Comment by GreenJello — June 2, 2009 @ 12:00 pm |Reply

  6. I’m not looking forward to the time when we’ll be putting our house on the market and getting ready to move…the Princess Nagger is like a tornado – she can have a clean room trashed mere moments after I’ve cleaned it.

    Comment by Stacy (the Random Cool Chick) — June 2, 2009 @ 2:56 pm |Reply

  7. I have a few really sad bad word stories. It’s even worse though when you (or in this case me) are learning the words in another language from a grandparent and then are in the car with her son, your grandfather and say the bad word causing a dead stop in the middle of the road and a spanking.

    I never did say the bad word again (in Italian anyways) (I also love parenthesis)

    Comment by Angel — June 2, 2009 @ 4:57 pm |Reply

  8. Ugh, the keeping clean of a house on the market. So stressful.

    At least I’ve HEARD of Lou Diamond Phillips…

    Comment by Keely — June 2, 2009 @ 8:05 pm |Reply

  9. Your cleanliness sounds familiar… every time we have company, we clean like mad to get the house ready and then two days later it’s a mess again. I blame the kids.

    I love the potty mouths on the girls. I’m sure you don’t but it’s funny…

    Comment by Casey — June 2, 2009 @ 9:36 pm |Reply

  10. I tried to watch the “I’m a celebrity show, but Janice Dickenson and Spencer made me want to gouge my own eyes out. I only know Spencer and Heidi from The Soup, I don’t watch The Hills, he is such a dill hole. Ugh.

    Comment by mrsbear0309 — June 2, 2009 @ 10:12 pm |Reply


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