Sunday, Sunday

I go back to work tomorrow and all I can think is...dang how come I didn't take a single nap this weekend?  I didn't really do anything.  I could have taken a nap.  Oh well, I DID get laundry done and the house clean (for a little bit anyhow).  I also tried to dye my hair a lighter blonde.  Yes, I use the word try only because it didn't get too much lighter just a little less red.  Not that I'm disappointed. Believe me, I would much rather be a light-ish blonde rather than a light-ish brassy haired thing.  I can honestly say that I look like my children now (YAY).

Unfortunately it is still cold outside.  It's better than it was yesterday...which reminds me of something funny.  The kids got some walkie-talkies for Christmas from Jon's mom.  They tried them out last night.  They went with said walkies and were outside for a good fifteen minutes.  All of a sudden they some barreling in the house like some wild animal was about to get them.  Paris starts talking in hyper drive about "some guy" on the waklie and "he said a bad word".  It was crazy, I'll tell you.  Finally we get the story from Damien and sure enough, "some guy" was on there and said "mother f***er".  We couldn't figure out who it was or what was going on.  Damien got on there and started calling said dude a crackhead.  Shortly after telling Damien to NOT CALL THE GUY A CRACKHEAD, Jon got on there and was like "um, hello?"  and we hear "hello, hello" then something about "in the bushes".  Weird right?  All we can figure is that our walkies somehow got onto the same bandwidth as possibly our front office guys or maybe a neighbor.  We figure it had to be in the complex because the dang things only work for a few buildings down.  Needless to say, the kids decided to stay in for the rest of the night.

My boy Little M had this thing about wanting to love on my cat Bowie.  Unfortunately for Bowie that usually means holding him in a death grip until I say to let go.  Today I walked out of the bathroom only to find my poor cat hanging by his front paws from Little M's hands going in circles.  I hate to think how long this was going on.  My poor cat is so abused.  At this rate I won't have to wait for Bowie to keel over, he'll just run away...far, far, away.

And...what is with Sunday t.v.?  I've asked before on facebook and will NEVER do that again.  I mean, yah, there's a Dallas game on right now but what about after that's done?  The Simpsons...oh joy of animation.  I have sat through so many reruns of my favorite shows today that my eyes might actually bleed.  Yeah, Bourdain is fricken AWESOME but not when I've seen the episode three times already.  Ghost Adventures...funny as hell but not more then once thanks.  I need more diversity in my viewing schedule, dang it.  I have HD cable and this is what I do with it.  Wow!! 

Oh, for those of you who thought this blog might actually be intellectual and witty...sorry.  This is basically just a rambling of what's on my mind.  Nothing too deep here.  Occasionally when we get further on, but for the beginning of things...nah.