Is it a sex blog? A mommy blog? A bitch & moan blog? Um, . . . yeah. This is my place to be totally honest. In my real life, I feel like I'm always lying to somebody about something. Here, I am totally honest. Brutally so. However, no matter what bad things I say about my kids, I adore them and would never ever really, say, sell them on Ebay. The husband, often referred to as Spousehole, is another story. Oh yeah - if you are under 18 (or if you are my husband), please leave now.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

I hate vampires!

Seriously, I hate them. I had to have a boatload of blood tests this morning (routine stuff, just a bunch of them). They needed a green tube, two lavender tubes, a gold tube, and red tube. That's a lot of fracking blood. I'm not an easy draw either - the veins dive and roll, disappear, dry up for no apparent reason, etc. It took 30 minutes for them to get the needed blood. I look like a pin cushion with a bleeding disorder. Lots of little holes, lots of leaky blood (aka bruising). It's lovely. They got the most blood from a vein they found in the first knuckle of the left hand. The KNUCKLE! Do you have any idea how much that hurts? Should be a cool bruise though.

At least the monkeys are gone. The in-laws called on Friday because no one was visiting them for the weekend and they were bored and lonely. Their solution to bored and lonely was to kidnap my children. I had no problem with this and promptly surrendered the children upon request. They won't come home until Wednesday - woo hoo!

You might think this would mean some special time with Spousehole, but you'd be wrong. Unless you consider him playing Halo while I go to the movies alone special. I did get a last minute, quite unexpected booty-call, so I had a special time Sunday night. Spousehole just wasn't part of that equation.


Movies this weekend:

I finally saw Knocked Up this weekend, at the local second-run theater (all shows $3.50!!). It was funny; not hysterical, pee-your-pants, can't-catch-your-breath funny, but funny. I'm glad I didn't pay full price, however.
"Marriage is like a tense, unfunny version of Everybody Loves Raymond, only it doesn't last 22 minutes. It lasts forever."

Apparently my husband has been taking marriage advice from the sister in Knocked Up, talking about training spouses: " You criticize them so much, they get down on themselves, and then they're forced to change!" Guess what honey? It's not working - it just pisses me off.

Netflix sent Thank You for Smoking. This movie was hysterical, pee-your-pants, can't-catch-your-breath funny in places, but made you think as well. Never thought I would be rooting for the cigarette industry lobbyist!
"The great state of Vermont will not apologize for its cheese!"


Vixen said...

I loved Knocked Up. So cute. :)

Sorry about the pin cushion part. *ouch*

crse said...

I LOVED thank you for smoking. I remember getting pricked like that when I was pregnant. there something you arent telling us?

denae said...

OH oh oh I LOVED "Thank You For Smoking" way more than Knocked Up.

No kids after seeing that movie... no frikken way.

Dates Bubbas said...

Nope, you're not the only pin cushion where they take blood from your knuckles. I had about the same number of tubes taken about 2 weeks ago. BOTH knuckles. Beats having them go for the jugular if you ask me. ;-)

Hope your week improves...