The remote and a baby

My nearly-one-year-old daughter has almost mastered the remote control for the Tivo and TV. How's that for a quick learner? At this moment she has retrieved the clicker from the other side of Mt. Laundry, pushed the button to turn the TV on, and has again climbed Mt. Laundry to get a better viewing angle. But as with most one-year-olds, when faced with a screen that does nothing but show a list of Mommy's boring thirty-something-year-old shows, she has lost interest and has moved on to taking the hat off her mini baby doll's head. That's more like it.

Time for me to grab that remote and find a better hiding spot!

Talking about how boring I am....

A friend and I were "tweeting" tonight, but not how you think. It was more like Intro to Tweet or Twitter 101 and she was my inept teacher. (Sorry, P, that is said with humor and love.) I don't really see the point in my taking part in it. I use facebook all the time. To snoop. I don't think anyone really wants to hear all the random crap that comes into my head. (Yes, the irony being that here I expel those thoughts, but I like to think that it is much less random and a little more crafted.) That being said I have decided to just go with it and throw some nonsense out there for stress relief or to make my friend laugh. Maybe it will be like the feeling of relief that I get when I loudly curse after slamming my thigh into the corner of the table. Again. Because I have not learned in my thirty-some-odd years how to navigate my body AROUND furniture instead of through it. Yes, folks, this could be fun. I shall embrace it! Time to let the profanities and sporadic thoughts fly!!

New Look

I'm trying to update the look of my blog. Funny thing is, growing up in the 80's I loved color and I vowed to never wear those boring browns and greens (gag!) that my mother always picked out. Yeah about that. Here I am in my thirties and all I wear are the boring tans and muted shades of blue and green. What the heck happened?? When did I lose all my nerve to take risks in clothing? Oh right. Probably when I realized that my mile-high hair did not look good.

I think I'm better off.