Thursday Thirteen . . 13 Random Thoughts

For this week’s Thursday Thirteen, I am listing 13 random thoughts that ran through my head at some point today:

1. What’s with all these mascara commercials?  Does anyone really want their eyelashes to look like tarantulas?  If so, I’d love to meet them or maybe not.  They probably work somewhere that has a pole!
2. All right, just wear your favourite plaid green shorts even if they don’t match.  I need you to stop fussing so I can jump on this conference call.
3. Would you look at those storm clouds?  Pity the kids went to school on their bikes today — they are going to get very wet!  Crap, I will probably have to pick them . . .  and their bikes up. 
4. Gosh I’m driving like I’m driving Miss Daisy!  It’s the rain you know!
5. She looks amazing!  {Had lunch today with a university friend I had not seen in a couple of years — thanks Facebook.}
6. Why won’t he just sit still {this is in Starbucks after} — I am going to end up paying for a mug, carafe or something that he knocks over.
7. I must remember to take that Now 71 CD in the car with me so I have something decent to listen to.
8. When are we trading this mommy vehicle in on a sedan?  I think I would look so much more stylish in a sedan.  A black one.  No, a charcoal one.  No, how about a navy one?
9. Did he send my camera away to the Nikon people?  Let’s call and see.
10. What am I making for dinner?  I need to vacuum.  And, clean the bathrooms.  And, do the laundry.  And, weed the garden.  And, and, and . . .  Why do I have to do everything?
11. Oooooooooooooh!  {Excited by potential new software for my job!}
12. Bless.  Thanks goodness they didn’t get too wet. {Boys biked home in the drizzle.}
13. Oh, I can’t wait for tomorrow.  I need some mummy time.  Dropping the wee one off with mum, then heading to a luncheon meeting , then an evening at the local wine bar with some dear friends.  What will we talk about?  And, what will I wear?

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Wordless Wednesday . . .

So, I’ve had a sick toddler on my hands.  Today, we went to see the doctor where he thankfully tested negative for strep.  It seems he has some sore throat/cough/cold/fever thingy going on.  Here is a photo of him that I took while we waited for his prescriptions — not quite sure what message he was trying to send me, but he kept picking up a bottle of male performance enhancing vitamins and bringing them to me!  Too funny! 

Dishwasher says no . . .

The other day, my very expensive Bosch dishwasher — ye know, the one that is supposed to be indestructible  and survivied this — made a funny noise at the end of its cycle.  So, I opened the door, popped my head in, but unable to see or smell anything untoward I completely forgot about it and emptied it like the domestic goddess I am. 

In fact, I didn’t think anything of it.  Until it came to putting it on again the next day. 

When it wouldn’t blooming work.  No matter how may times I opened and closed the door, pressed the buttons, it wouldn’t work.  Nothing.  Nada. 

Dishwasher says nooooooooooooooo!

It was, of course, jam packed full of pasta splattered plates, sticky chocolate milk sippy cups and cereal stained bowls.  Can anyone say, ewwwww?

I called the hubby who told me not to worry and that he would check on it when he got home from work.  He then continued to dissertate on the merits of telling me about said  noise straight away.  Whatever!

When he got home, he realised it was a bigger job than originally anticipated.  My husband, ever the procrastinator, kept saying he would get to it.  Thankfully, we had dinner at my mum’s a couple of times and had some . . . . ahem, paper plates handy.

So, cue four days forward when I decided enough was enough.  My hands that do dishes were not softer than soft and just couldn’t take it anymore and I told him it was his turn to do the dishes by hand.  How long do you think it took the buffoon to fix the dishwasher?

Musical Monday . . .

Needed to start this busy week off right, so picked this song in honor of myself . . .  cos, yes!  I am undeniable!

The One Where She Reviews “Trust Me”

 

“I write better if I know you are going to read it.”

So, I recently got the opportunity to watch the pilot of Eric McCormack’s new show, Trust Me and this was a line from it that really got to me.  I think that says it all for everyone that writes either for business or pleasure, right?

Basically Trust Me can best be described as a modern day Mad Men.  Two friends working together in a large ad agency in Chicago.  The agency’s mean creative director dies suddenly and one of the pals gets promoted creating (haha, no pun intended) tension between them.

Alls well in the end, as they realise it is a promotion for both of them. 

I thoroughly enjoyed Trust Me (anything remotely related to advertising, PR, etc. and I’m in) and can’t wait for more.  Eric McCormack had the right amount of sarcasm, wit, hunkiness as Mason McGuire and  Tom Cavanagh is perfect as his impulsive yet talented sidekick, Connor.  

Of course, the pilot really just shows a one dimensional side of the characters — work, work, work.  It will be nice to see more of the personal side of their lives as the series goes on. 

I found it a witty, classy, fast paced television show — just what I need to liven up my Monday nights!

Watch it on TNT, Monday at 10 p.m. and see for yourself.

Brace yourself for January 24th . . .

According to some obscure British psychologist, tomorrow is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year. That’s right fellow bloggers, January 24 is going to be the worst. day. of. the. year. Ever!

Holy shit!

What do do?

• Hide in a bunker?
• Go shopping and try and stimulate the economy?
• Spend the day in bed, watching movies?
• Eat chocolate?

My misery is peaking and I’m all out of ideas as to what to do!

Thankfully, it is all apparently linked to the lack of sun during these winter months, but here in Florida the sun will be shining again tomorrow.  I think I’ll be all right.  But, those of you  in the northern hemisphere — please brace yourself why don’t you!

Wordless Wednesday . . .

See, it does get cold in Florida . . . 

On this most historic day . . .

On this most historic day, I will remember  where I was the moment Barack Obama became the 44th President of the United States.

Sitting at the kitchen table, having a cuppa tea with my chum, R whilst her wee one and my little munchkin played trains together.  There was much laughing, whining, talking and squeaky little voices going on.  I actually had to flick between Caillou and coverage of the inauguration to catch it otherwise I’d have had a very cranky toddler!

Michelle Obama looked gorgeous.  President Obama looked handsome and resolute.  Together they looked radiant. 

His speech gave me chills, well, the parts that I managed to catch!

Bring on the change.

So, where were you on this most historic day?

Flame grilled mushrooms anyone?

The hubby got back from Nashville in record time and I thought I’d perform my wifely duty — now, now, get your mind out of the gutter — and make him a big, sweaty breakfast.

So, I got the coffee on.

Got the turkey bacon cooked.

Put the portabello mushrooms under the grill aka the broiler.

Put slice of toast on.

Cracked egg in frying  pan.

The next thing I know, there were flames coming out of my cooker.  The blooming portabellos of all things were somehow on fire.  I calmly thought the situation through in my head as I sipped on my morning java and remembered some in-service I had once upon a time attended that the flames would quickly go out once there was no oxygen.  I closed the oven door, had another sip of my coffee, but nothing . . . in fact, the flames looked well . . . flaming!  I decided to try a different tactic and opened up the door to . . . ahem, blow on the flames.  Not good.

I got the middle son to run up and tell his dad to get his arse up out of bed as there was a bit of an emergency at which point the little one started running around yelling, “we have an emergency, we have an emergency!” 

My poor hubby staggered downstairs in nothing but his undies, I might add . . . only to find the fire had gone out on its own!

His exact words were, “those mushrooms look cooked to perfection, what did you need me for?”  

And, then the fire alarms started going off. 

Every.single.one.of.them.

Ten minutes later, the house was silent after he and the little one went round riving them out of the ceiling and tossing them in the bin turning them all off and we tucked in to a lovely breakfast.  And, you know what?  They were the best flaming portabello mushrooms ever!

Anyway, it’s the last time the hubby lets me cook breakfast for him.  Fine with me!  It’s his thing – he likes nothing more than to make a great, big, massive, full English every weekend for us — and he is very good at it.  Must be all that growing up in a bed and breakfast he did as a child, I’m sure.

RIP Tony Hart

My good friend, W let me know some sad news in the UK children’s television world yesterday — Tony Hart, beloved children’s TV presenter and artist passed away. 

I used to watch his show Take Hart as a child and loved it.  It was thanks to Tony Hart that I learned what A4 paper was and believed I could draw!   Hmmmmm!  It was fascinating to watch him create art so effortlessly. 

Today, I feel like much of my generation must in that a small piece of my childhood is gone — although I see that Morph lives on.

Found this on Youtube looking for a video of his TV shows to show my boys.

Anybody get their art in to his infamous gallery?