Random, Not Necessarily Deep, Thoughts

In no particular order:

Blogger isn't letting me do bullets. What's up with that?

I am in love with Craisins, especially the cherry-flavored ones. Where have you been all my life???

I'm not so much in love with the Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks. (I know that probably makes me a heathen to some of you.) I've been reading about how much people like this drink, so I decided to give it a whirl. Not seeing what all of the fuss was about. I'll take a Pumpkin Spice Latte with whipped cream any day.

What is up with my wrist??? I noticed a couple of weeks ago that I had a weird dent in the area where it usually hurts. (I will get occasional carpal tunnel symptoms that flare up when I overwork my wrist. Since I always hold Livers on my left side, this doesn't bode well for lefty.) Now I have pain to go with my wrist. It sucks, and when I had an x-ray a week ago they found squat.



Project Griswold is in full swing. I've only fallen off of my ladder once. When someone was driving by. It happened because I waved. Then they had to stop to see if I was OK. My body was fine; my ego was a bit bruised. (It was only a two foot drop anyway.)

I hate furniture shopping.

Never pick lettuce off of a Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich from Great Steak and Potato. You WILL smell like onions for the rest of the day, and it will make you want to gag. Bonus when your CAR smells like them 12 hours later.

"Gnocchi" is a funny word to say and a yummy thing to eat. Livers disagrees.

It needs to rain more here. Bad.

My dogs do an amazing job at cleaning off Livers' high chair tray. It is not, however, a sanitary substitute for good old soap and water. Bonus when you realize your mistake after two meals have been eaten off of it. (I know, I'm a great parent.)

Ocarina rocks. Some of the best 99 cents I've spent in awhile.

In the right (or wrong, depending on how you look at it) light, Livers looks like Philip Seymour Hoffman. I'd be OK with it if she were a boy.

I can't wait to have my Christmas tree put up. Not to brag, but I rock at tree trimming. I can, however, wait to actually do it. That part sucks. At least Livers will think it's pretty.

I miss weekly date nights out of the house.

I can't wait to learn digital scrapbooking.

I love a clean kitchen but officially hate doing dishes.

You could built another dog out of the hair I vacuum up weekly.

Rainy days with dogs sucks. For them and me.

Why do Krispy Kreme doughnuts have to be bad for you? Why can't you just eat a dozen without worry?

I didn't realize how much better Blu Ray is over a regular DVD.

I love it when my husband's bangs get really long, but it drives him crazy. On the converse, I don't like it when his beard gets too long, but he loves it.

Speaking of hair, mine needs a trim.

And Livers is almost 23 months and hasn't seen a pair of scissors yet. No complaints here!

Livers just "tuck timed" (put to bed) her bear, blankets and all. Now she says he needs his diaper changed. Precious!

I'd love to wear fleece blanket sleepers like Livers, only I would get annoyed having to take it off to go to the bathroom 18 times at night.

If I could decorate my house completely in Pottery Barn and rainbows I'd be happy.

Enough randomness. I leave you with a pretty picture. That I actually took.