I bought some candy for some blog people. I intend to mail it. One of you will be short a bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs. Sorry.
I have to talk about the Academy Awards. No, don’t stop reading! Nothing about the actual awards really. This has to do with something I should have told you about a long time ago. Mark and I got a faux TiVo/DVR almost a month ago. It is like finding god. I want the cat to stop sleeping between us at night and replace it with the DVR. We don’t have TiVo up here in the great white north, but the DVR is lovely. It is a dual tuner one, so we can tape TWO things at one time WHILE watching something!
So, we watched the Academy Awards tonight on the DVR (Digital Video Recorder). We started taping it while eating some yummy stew and sat down to watch it about an hour in. We were not only able to blow by commercials, but we were spared any singing (wtf with the beyonce everywhere?), tributes to old white guys, and rambly speeches by technical people who weren’t wearing a good dress. It was fabulous. I was even more excited then when they cancelled all the freakin’ Debbie Allen dance numbers. So, there you have it. DVRs, not just for Boobah.
In the category of good things happening. We are going to Vegas (baby) from March 21th – 25th. We are staying at the Mandalay Bay. We are also going to see x-rated Cirque de Soliel, because I am a pervo. I am not a huge gambler, but I do like naked people. My in-laws are taking care of Charlotte while we are gone, which is freaking me out a bit. But I am going to worry more closer to the date.

Visiting Chair and Theya, this past Thursday.

Charlotte and Job the cat.

until i write something, go participate in jon’s poop project. i think it is AWESOME!
im layin’ low trying to focus and taking prescription speed my friends.

Until my doctor changes her mind I am totally going to use my new diagnosis of Adult Attention Deficit Disorder as an excuse for everything. Like, why I haven’t posted anything worth crap in a while.
We have been mulling over the validity of ADD for a while. Since the Fall in fact. After a bunch of questionnaires and talking we are trying some medication. I am taking prescription stimulants, amphetamines dude. They seem to help me focus better and get my ass off the couch and not nap every time Charlotte does, but isn’t that what amphetamines would do for everyone? I jest, but the process of figuring out how to best treat my insanity is a frustrating and sometimes disheartening one.
I have been really resistant to a diagnosis of bipolar, but as one of my commenters suggested, we are looking at bipolar II. Neither delusional or psychotic! Hurrah! Essentially I have anxiety, depressive moods, high moods, and a tendency to severe slack (ADD). With all this, I am surprisingly high functioning I think. Its just this becoming a mom this that has thrown me off. I am responsible for more than just my lazy ass.
So, I am on prescription speed. I will keep you updated. I am seeing my doctor once a week for the last several months. I don

Inspired by Melissa.
This is my nightstand.

A clock radio, empty kleenex box, 2 kinds of antidepressants, blood pressure medication, insulin sensitizing medication, NyQuil, Vicks Vaporub, water glass, Aveda body cream, Moisterel face cream, some foot cream, 2 seed/plant catalogues, Thinner Than Thou, lottery tickets from christmas (i won 3 bucks), a hair scrunchie (i never wear, dunno where that came from), a nice pen, a spiral notebook with a partial list of seeds I need for Spring, and some other unidentifiable debris under some of the stuff mentioned. One the bottom left of the photo is my diabetic meal plan sitting on top of my basket of books in the queue to read.
Mark’s nightstand.

A clock radio, a book on poker, Three Martini Play date, a spray bottle to deter one cat from eating the other cats food (we feed one before we go to bed), and well, nothing else.
I am not sure I need to explain the difference. It is a snapshot of who we both are to a certain extent.
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Just before we gave Charlotte her bath tonight, I took this photo.

She LOVES having a bath. I had a bath with her, so we are both warm and clean. Mark is putting her to bed right now, but she is resisting. Apparently this is normal, lately she just wants to be with us, not bed! Even though she is tired.
Tomorrow we are going to my mom and dad’s for valentime’s day dinner. Also tomorrow, I have a doctor’s appointment to check my blood pressure n’ such and I have committed to trying Strollercise with a mom friend. You should laugh now. I shouldn

Daddy drinks because I cry
indeed. <— where we got the tshirt

Like Adrian, I always wondered what the big deal was on the Sopranos with the baked ziti. Now I know.
Baked Ziti (or whatever type of pasta shape you like)
3 tablespoons olive oil
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 can (28 oz) diced tomatoes
1 can (14 oz) crushed tomatoes
1 teaspoon sugar
salt n pepper to taste
a bunch of basil to taste, fresh or dry
1 pound (or so) ziti pasta, or what-have-you
2 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons flour
2 cups milk (whatever % you have)
1/2 cup shredded parmesan (the fresh stuff now people, from a block)
1 cub cubed fresh mozzarella (THE MOST IMPORTANT INGREDIENT, FRESH FRESH!) it is sold as “Boccicini” in little balls (tee hee – balls)
Put a large pot of salted water to boil.
Preheat broiler
Heat a medium saucepan, add olive oil and garlic and saut

baked ziti made with penne – d’ya want the recipe?

Don’t blame us, I swear she just spelled it and took off. I really need to stop cursing so much around the baby.


I’M SPELLING AND I’M TOPLESS!!

1. Get rid of powersuits. Have thought of making them into a big executrix throw. Lined and dry clean only of course.
2. Must get rid of about 20 pairs of pantyhose. Perhaps I will give a pair to 20 people to use as fan belts in case theirs bust in the middle of nowhere.
3. Make more of an effort to stop answering the phone “My Place of Work, Jennifer Speaking”.
4. Donate all my insulated coffee mugs to Overworked Anonymous.
5. Cross Lean and Lonely frozen dinners off of grocery list and add pot roast and broccoli.
6. Start using Palm Pilot as coaster for diet gingerale.
7. Buy hair scrunchies en masse. Its 24 hour pony tail time.
8. Cancel subscription to Ms. and order one for Mamalicious.
9. Find out where I can buy bonbons so I can eat them all day while watching soap operas.
10. Trade in those kitten heels for some sensible Dr. Scholls.
any other suggestions?