Yes We Can

Tagged! Ow! (Just kidding, it only hurt a little.)

A couple of tags that I've ignored long enough...the first is from the lovely Nebraska Girl, who, like me, also belongs to the Single Mommy Club. She's awesome and always has such great posts; heartfelt and honest. (Should I have used a colon there instead of a semi-colon? I was an Accounting major. Help me out, English majors!)

Anyhoo, here was the list of rules from her tag:
1) Choose the 4th folder where you store your pictures on the computer
2) Select the 4th picture in the folder
3) Explain the picture
4) Tag 4 people to do the same

My fourth folder only contained three pictures. The fourth item in the folder was a little video from my old Canon camera. It captured Boog at the height of his fattitude in all his pudgy glory. I was blowing bubbles at him in our old apartment and my ex-husband is filming Boog's reaction.


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Don't you just want to take a bite out of those Michelin Man arms??? Maybe slice a tiny bit off, saute lightly in a pan and serve with drawn butter?

For that one, I hereby tag
1. Sharilyn
2. Sari
3. Meleah
4. Michael

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The next tag was from my old neighbor Sharilyn. I miss her. Hi Sharilyn! How's life over there?

The rules for this one are as follows: list six random or weird facts about yourself, and then tag six others. If memory serves, I think I've done a similar tag once before, so forgive me if I repeat myself. I'm too lazy to find the old post and make sure I don't duplicate. So here goes:

1. I hate whipped cream. My family constantly harasses me about it, like it's sacrilege to the Scandinavian way of life or something.

2. In my pubescent youth, I used to be able to stuff an entire pack of Bubble Yum in my mouth and blow bubbles bigger than my head. I have a picture to prove it.

3. I think Danny Glover is the worst actor in the world. I get physically ill just seeing his name in a preview for a movie.

4. I can write upside down very well. This stems from my years as a math and reading tutor, where we sat across a desk with our student and instructed them from the other side of the worksheet or whatever we were working on.

5. I have bowled a "turkey" (3 strikes in a row) six times in my life. Two of those times were in the tenth frame!

6. I can make my eyes move around independently of each other. This either enthralls my audience or completely grosses them out to the point that they have to look away. I try not to take it personally.

Okay, so I'll tag some o' youse, but I completely understand if you opt out. How about...

1. Sari SockMonkey
2. Nebraska NoLongerAGirl NotYetAWoman
3. TroyBoy (now that you're back from the dead)
4. Sasha ButtonNose
5. Linda Lovelylegs
6. Meleah LotsOfTimeOnMyHands

P.S. Hey! We have a new president!!! w00t!!!

Has It Really Been a Whole Month?!?!?

So over here at Sveedish HQ, there is much going on. The President and VP went on a trip to the Land Of The Disney, they saw two Christmas Parades, made it through Thanksgiving unscathed, and secured a new location for a larger, improved HQ, which they will be moving into in a little over a week. There is obviously much to share. But first, we dance!

And finally, Blogging Sin #7: Exploiting Your Children For Blog Fodder

Bonus points for being WAY LATE with said post (i.e. Halloween pictures in the middle of November).

More bonus points if the pictures you post have already been sent to practically every reader of your blog two weeks ago via Picasa. Enjoy! Again!

Blogging Sin #6: Getting All Political on Your Ass

Actually, there is nothing wrong with political blogs. I'm just not the type to jump on that bandwagon. Mostly because I like to keep my political opinions to myself. My brother and my dad argue EVERY FREAKIN' SUNDAY NIGHT at dinner about how dad should be more Democratic in his political views, and how my brother needs to CALM THE HELL DOWN, DAD IS NEVER GOING TO STOP BEING A REPUBLICAN SO JUST GIVE IT A REST.

I find myself reminding my little brother that the most awesome thing about this country is that people are allowed to have an opinion. And they are allowed to express it as loudly as they'd like. Without fear of imprisonment or death or anything. Isn't that great?

So go out tomorrow and make your voice heard. Vote.

Blogging Sin #5: Dear Diary Dullness

Dear Diary,

Last night I dreamt that Rainn Wilson came on to me. And because of the Gobi Desert that is my love life, I responded with the fervor of a sexual zealot. Rainn Wilson, though? Couldn't my subconscious pick someone with a nicer ass?

The dream was a nice break from the dreary days that have swept over October like a black cloud, though. October 5th was the anniversary of me leaving my ex-husband. Don't get me wrong, Diary. The anniversary wasn't really a day of sorrow and regret. It was more of a reflection of the last year of my life and a kind of "course adjustment" of where I'm heading.

Work could really not suck any more that it is sucking this month. It got so bad last week that I actually considered restarting my smoking habit. I have been smoke-free for six years, Diary! And I gaze longingly at the smokers outside the office building, chatting away with others that are on the same nicotine-dispensing schedule as they are. I recall the delicious rush through my limbs to my fingertips and toes after that first drag on the cigarette, and the deep breathing and the relaxation of being away from the office for ten minutes. And then I recall the coughing. The constant coughing. And the smell and the bad breath and the smell and the coughing and the smell. And the addiction that makes you smoke even when you are sick. And then I don't miss smoking anymore. Yay, me!

Then, to stay consistent with the suckiness of October 2008, Boog came down with pneumonia a week ago and has been recovering since then. Thank goodness for my mom - she agreed to watch him during the day so that I can go to work and earn a living. I am so glad that I took him to urgent care last Sunday - otherwise I might have let this go undetected for who knows how long. He's doing fine now, but the side-effects from his antibiotics are preventing him from returning to preschool anytime soon. Poor little man.

Is it November yet?

Blogging Sin #4: Shameless Self-Promotion

On this day, 39 years ago, Eva was born! Happy Birthday to me! In lieu of presents, feel free to send cash.