Itching, Scratching, Digging....

WHY. WHY. WHHHHY....do I work with complete idiots and gross nasties?
This little post takes us back to Ms. Crotchy. The past two days I cannot tell you why she is doing this...I assume because she hasn't showered in god knows how long and itches like something mad.....I hate to even think of it.. but she has come into my cube, proceeded to shove her hand into her crotch, dig around, then shove it up her butt and do the same. All the while talking to me about a case.
Today was even worse. She came over, talk talk talk...hand flew in direct passage to her crotch, she dug, then proceeded to the butt, THEN cupped the very hand over her nose and mouth.

WHAT THE HELL??!!!!

Bobby Light - Dirty Girl

For those of you who watch the show Rob & Big and love it like I do...you will have most likely feasted your eyes upon the worlds hottest R&B sensation, Bobby Light during lasts weeks episode. I cannot get enough of this video. I am addicted to it like Squishee's. I have just watched it 8 times in a row and plan to watch it 8 more...cracking up each and every time because Bobby Light is gonna do you right. I want the flashlight on a chain....
Personal Message to Bat: I will fight you anyday, anytime for Bobby Light. You name the spot. He's mine.

This Is The End....

So sad. So Lonely. The End of the Squishee cup.
I have officially been branded a Squishee addict by my friend Amy. I guess I have been talking about it a little too much. Maybe. They don't know addict. Not yet. I don't like how the cup empties so fast. Stupid cup.
Mmmmm. Squisheee.

Who Needs A Kwik-E-Mart? I Dooooo

I don't frequent 7-11 on a regular basis. No time anymore. But today, I made it a point to go to get myself a Squishee thanks to Nev and his postthat they were there...just waiting for the taking! Which flavor to get? Ooh, too many choices.. but then do I really want to mix them all up?I did. I think I have 5 flavors going in this 22oz cup right now. After filling the cup, I noticed the collectible cups. Dammit. But really..where do I have roomto keep collectible cups? Then, the 6 different colors of straws..... I went with the green today. Then I popped the lid on, but there was room for more so I went forthe coke flavor and overflowed the cup. Tomorrow I go back. Different color straw, different flavors. Damn, my cup is already empty. I haven't even ventured over to the pink donuts yet. Hopefully I can rope someone into walking over with me from the office. If not, I'll be the only one in the office slurping down a Squishee and they will all be jealous.Nev...you da man...for steering me in the right direction today! Thank you, Come Again.

Big Boy

One of the most amazing things to me is watching Khai grow. Last night I was going through some of his old pictures - ones just from a few months ago.Wow. WOW. The changes blow my mind. Watched some old video clips of him...him with hiswobbly head with little sprouts for hair making little squeaks and grunts and now...he's a head full of hair, babbling away at me,saying momma and a million other things. His little personality is really starting to shine through but nothing has changed as far as who is in charge. KHAI. I’m already missing the teeny tiny little him. I can just see myself bawling my eyes out when he's 20. This is happening WAY too fast.

Tuesday

The past few nights Khai and I have been staying at my moms place while John finishes working on the loft. The nice thing about it is waking up and just handing Khai over to grandma aka daycare provider and rolling out of the house and actually getting to work early!
Yesterday I had to run by the condo after work to pickup my contacts. While driving home I felt so weird because I didn't have a crying baby in the backseat and had this flashback of life before baby. Me...leaving work, not having to go pickup Khai from my moms, getting home at a decent time, doing things for myself around the house at my own pace.I enjoyed it. For a moment there, I considered hitting happy hour. Then I realized I had to head back to reality. There was a sweet little boy waiting for me at grandma's.
Called my mom up to tell her I was on my way and she put Khai on the phone. Not that he has a clue where Mommy's voice is coming from.....but he knows it and he knows this time of day is when I should be there... he started walking to the front door looking for me. Ok, he didn't walk on his own...but he walked dammit and he knew Mommy was supposed to come in thru the front door!! He is so smart.
We had our own little happy hour playing with his plastic car and links and Mr. Le French Kat. Then he dined on milk and a few wheat thins and cheese and back to the living room to play. I spent the last half hour of his evening crawling around the floor meowing, barking, and oinking at him. I love how he cracks up - that belly laugh. Cracks me up too. We both fell over eachother laughing and then he farted in my arms as I held him.
He's so great.