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Too Tired for This

I’m too tired to write a blog entry tonight, but how can I excuse missing a day of blogging? Especially a non-weekend day? I’m an addict, I tell you, an addict! Thus, I shall tell you disjointed tales of fame, fortune and refinement.

First up: refinement. I have been having way too much fun with the YouTube business now that I know how it works. Last night we made a video of Erik babbling, but I ruined it with a poorly timed. . . hiccup. Yes, it was a hiccup. I swear! Mike, being the fifteen year old boy that he is, triple dog dared me to post it and write about it. A trip to Cake Love will be my reward. How can I let a little thing like the fine veneer of decorum stand in my way of a place called Cake Love? I can’t, so if you are inclined to be disgusted you can visit my YouTube site HERE. There’s also a video of Erik totally busting a gut while being attacked by a puppet. Don’t worry, though. He turns the situation around and attacks the puppet right back.

The puppet came from the place I spent a small fortune. Or at least I would have spent a small fortune if I wasn’t such a loving wife who respects the power of the bank account. My friend Karen (hi Karen!) is showing me around our town since I am geographically challenged and have no clue where anything is. Just a little ways down the road from our favorite restaurant lies baby supply heaven aka Great Beginnings. Hee haw! They have everything! Best of all it is a pleasant, organized environment with no stinkiness or piles of bargain bin crap. I like a good deal, but I’m getting to the point in my life where I avoid narrow aisles and trashy, chaotic displays when possible. A happy environment leads to a happy Carrie instead of a stressed out angry Carrie and that’s worth a few bucks. I bought a bunch of baby proofing supplies, a couple of toys, a Swedish chef puppet (he’s actually Italian, but let’s just pretend, shall we?) and a cool little baby couch. I’ve been wanting to get Erik a little chair because he had a grand time sitting in his new car seat before we installed it in the car, but I was not about to pay money for a chair that advertised Elmo, Dora, or any of the other million and one things they put on baby chairs. This little couch was more expensive but it is plain blue and inoffensive to my sensitive eyes and soul. I’m sure Erik will love it.

After the shopping excursion I headed over to the gym and had a brush with fame. Too bad I have no clue who the famous person was. She was blonde and buff and wearing a hat low over her eyes. I know I’ve seen her before but I have no idea where. I felt sorry for her because everyone in the gym was staring at her and the braver folks were walking right up to her and engaging her in conversation while she was trying to jog away on the treadmill. No matter how fast she ran she just couldn’t get away from them. I have a feeling she was on a reality show, but I’m not sure which one. Does it count as a brush with fame if I can’t even tell a cool story about it? Because really, how cool is a famous person story without the name of said person?

And now I think I am going to go to bed and try to get some sleep. The darling boy was up screaming several times during the night and finally up for good at 6:30 am (compared to a usual 9 am wake-up call). I was so desperate for him to go back down that I broke the cardinal rule: absolutely no food in the bed. I’m a princess and I can’t stand crumbs, but I gave him a frozen waffle wedge to chew on. You can just imagine the crumby mess I have in there now. He hates teethers and ice cubes and other handy-dandy teething pain relievers, but the frozen waffles will comfort him. I just hope those teeth come in fast! I’m going to miss Project Runway tonight so I hope they’re showing re-runs tomorrow. My guess for tonight’s challenge: a maternity outfit for Heidi.


2 Responses to “Too Tired for This”

  1. beck Says:

    Wow… what a… hiccup. =) But seriously, when have we all not done that. Enjoy your visit to Cake Love!

  2. Mommyprof Says:

    Wait a second…my friends from grad school who were from Sweden told us that the guy on the muppets was called the Norweigian chef in Sweden, basically because everyone in Scandanavia has a little bit of hate for the Norweigians because of the whole belligerent viking thing. Did they lie?