Everything is Unfinished

Five days left until the move. There are boxes piling up in all corners of the house, yet it doesn’t look or feel like we have anything packed. I’m not sure how that works, but I’m not liking it. I have decided something, however: I’m never moving again. Seriously, if I ever need to move out of this house, it will be sold AS-IS with everything in it and I’ll start over fresh. I was thinking earlier, and realized that this is my sixth move in eight years. You’d think I’d be pretty good at it by now, right? But every time it gets harder. Probably because every time I have more stuff. There’s going to be some major purging done once we get settled, and some major lifestyle changes involving not going to Target every damn day. But for now, what I’d really like is a montage. I’d take a short one, involving just packing everything up, but a nice week-long one that would get us moved in and unpacked would be super great.

Do you know about lolcats? If not, this post is probably not going to make a lick of sense.

I’ve been looking at I Can Has Cheezburger? lately. It makes me laugh (out loud!) even though it’s pretty stupid - but sometimes that’s the best kind of humor. Wondering what other animals had been macro’d, I stumbled across this post at Laughing Squid, where a LOL list is being kept. A lot of great sites, mostly of people and not animals, but no lolbabies! I intend to change that.

If you’d like to make your own lol-whatever, you can easily use Photoshop or you can go here, to the LolCat Buildr!

Well, I did my part and took lots of pictures today, but the camera won’t talk to the laptop right now, so you don’t get to see any of them. There will be more, you can be sure. I think I probably have over 1000 pictures of Jack by now. I was just thinking about how I was going to find the time to scrap all of them, and I think the only way is to hire a nanny and scrapbook full time. Oh, what a horrible life that would be!

Johnny’s been gone since last Friday, making some extra scratch down on the beach in Florida. (No, not selling drugs.) (Or being a male prostitute.) He asked me to take lots of pictures of Jack and post them for him to see, and how many have I put up? Oh right, NONE. I haven’t even had the camera with me for the last 3 days. So tomorrow my agenda includes “take pictures of adorable son” and also “post pictures of adorable son to blog”. I just re-read that sentence and thought I had typed “post pictures of adorable son to dog”. Maybe I should go to bed, to prepare for all the picture-taking tomorrow.

Poor Jack, he’s teething again. His eyeteeth are both coming in, which I guess is better than if they were to come in one at a time, but man is he angry about it. He’s already got 11 teeth too - these will be #12 and 13. All of them have come in a bit ahead of schedule, and all of them hurt when he bites me with them.

His toothy grin is up on Johnny’s blog.

I must be. I mean, how else can I explain that, for two nights in a row, I fed my lactose intolerant child MACARONI SALAD for dinner, then wondered why he was fussy and acting like his tummy hurt at bedtime? At least in dawned on me the second night, after he’d woken up for the third time with cramps. I also let him watch Date Movie with me tonight. I only hope he won’t remember it; I, unfortunately, will have to live with its stain in my head for the rest of my life.

Jack, I will apologize to you now because the sad truth is, your mother is sometimes a moron. Hopefully you can forgive me for all the times I do incredibly stupid things. And I’m not talking about the things that you only think are stupid when you’re a teenager - you’ll have to live with those. But I’ll try to limit the total lack of common sense to a miminum, so you can grow up thinking I’m all-knowing and invincible like you’re supposed to.