Crack ala Paperbacks

So, a friend of mine let me know of this website that sells books cheap and has free shipping. This, to me, is the equivilant of throwing a crackhead into an all you can shoot up heroine buffet. I promised myself I would act with restraint, but I've already ordered a book. Bite Marks by Jennifer Rardin. It's a trade paperback, so it usually would have cost me $12 at the store, but this site has it for $6, and I don't have to pay shipping. It was a no brainer.

*rubs hands greedily and cackles, "It's mine, all mine!"

I'm an idiot

So, it's the first week of October. I've had a lot on my mind with Madelyn's first birthday and the usual amount of bullshit stress that goes on in my life. When it hit me about an hour ago. Did I pay the utilities last month? I look up my bank account statement and don't see anything taken out in September for utilites. This is when I panic slightly as I log onto the utilites site.

Sure enough, account balance due 9/21/09. Today is 10/6/09.

Mother Fucker!

I've never been late with a bill before in my life! I don't even know what happens now. Does my credit take a hit? Why didn't they turn off my water? I pay this thing every month. It's like clockwork. It's not like I didn't have the money. I just didn't check the site and damned if I know what happened to the paperbill.

*grabs Dunce cap and goes to sit in the corner*

God, I hate feeling stupid.

Taking in strays

Three months ago this cat showed up at my work. This, unfortunately, isn't a rare occurance. Usually we just feed them and they go on their way. This cat, however, came into the back break room and wouldn't leave. I took her home under the pretenses that it would only be temporary. Three months later, she's still hiding out in my bedroom. She and the dog still hate each other and my daughter thinks she's a walking stuffed animal. Meanwhile, my mother had a puppy dumped in her backyard over night. Would I love to take the poor thing in? Yes. Can I? Theoretically, yes. Will I? No. I can't have a puppy in my house at the moment. It would be too much chaos. Too much money.

*sighs*

I feel bad about it.

Who should read this?

If this blog is going to be a place for me to vent about things like work, my marriage, family, money and what not, who do I want to read it? Co-workers and immediate family are out of the question. But how many people do I know outside of my family and co-workers?

I'm not sure antisocial people turn out to be good at running successful blogs. I guess only time will tell.

Sippy cups

I'm on my way to wal*mart to buy more sippy cups. Madelyn is a week away from being 1 year old and I want to wean her off of bottles.

I think this is the part where I'm supposed to wipe a tear from my eye and say, "My baby's growing up!"

Mostly I'm just happy I won't have to wash bottles anymore. *w00t!*

Nothing motivates like greed

I haven't kept my blog up to date. In fact, I don't think I've really used this thing at all but am suddenly glad I was able to remember my Username and password.

I want to win a contest from Ilona/Gordon Andrews. They've become one of my top picks for reading Urban Fantasy. I'm at work now, so let me just post the promo image for the new book, On the Edge, which just from reading a few snippets, sounds fantastic and I can't wait to get my hands on it!

Oh, to be Hank for a day.

This is my mother's bathroom. That's her cat, Hank, sitting in the sink. Must be nice. And no, if you turn the water on, he doesn't necessarily get out. Hank leaves when he's ready to leave. Not a moment sooner.

Picking Out a Picture

Sometimes you have the option to use a picture with an account. What picture you use, will be the first impression people have of you. It gives them insight into your personality. Right now, I have a picture of my daughter and me when she was one day old. Why did I pick that one? Because I'm a mom. Maybe I'm not going to be the best mom in the world (I don't think I cook well enough for that, I don't sew, and I swear more than most military personnel). But I'm going to be the best mom my daughter knows.

Now, before Madelyn came into my life, I would probably have picked something completely off the wall. My favorite picture to use on IM was a bright, lime green smiley face with bugged out eyes and a twisted mouth, like he was on the ultimate sugar rush. I called him "Spork."

So, you're all stuck looking at my daughter and me. Sentimental? Well, yeah. I'm a mom. :-P