The Curse of Multi-Tasking

This morning I found myself face-down, ass-up in the bathroom.




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No, Babe and I weren't having some "alone time".  I was cleaning up the mess of shattered glass and lotion that was once a lovely addition to my bathroom counter.  The reason it happened was pretty simple: Babe cleaned up the bathroom after a long day of teaching and coaching, so this morning, while I was brushing my teeth, I figured I could help out a bit by wiping down the counter.  One-handed, I got the cleaner, sprayed it all over the counter and the sink, got the sponge, got it wet, started wiping and moving things around so I could access all the nooks and crannies.  (Yes, I'm still brushing my teeth at this point.)  I moved the lotion away from its spot by the mirror to the edge of the counter.  Can you see where I'm going?

I finish brushing my teeth, stand up (I was leaning over and cleaning) turn, and jam my right elbow into the glass jar.

SMASH alloverthetilefloor.  All Babe can hear (he's still in bed at this point...it wasn't even 6 yet) is, "Shit!  Shit!  Shitshitshitshit!"  Of course, he's worried because he heard glass breaking and then me freaking out, but I can't let him in the bathroom because there's glass and lotion EVERYWHERE.  So I clean up the mess, while Babe gets the vacuum.  We get it handled and we move on.

 Lesson learned: Don't groom and clean at the same time.

A Little Bit o' This, A Little Bit o' That

It's been a while...

Since my last post:
*Bay turned 2
 *I drove from Broomfield, Colorado to Omaha, Nebraska with my mom, dad, brother, sister-in-law, 2 nieces, sister, her dog, Babe, Boo, and Bay.  Other than Bay puking all over me right before we got to my aunt's house and the HORRIBLE wind, the trip out and back was pretty uneventful.  I got to see my cousin, whom I haven't seen in years, my aunt, my uncle, as well as my grandmother (who doesn't remember who the heck I am, but is a hoot to listen to--she told all of us to "go to Hell" at Thanksgiving dinner.)
*In the same trip, visited my grandparents' house, went to see University of Nebraska kick the snot out of CU, and hung out with my siblings.  I, unfortunately, didn't get to see my old drinking buddy, Jody, but, hey, tickets there are CHEAP!
*Played a soccer game...in goal...those of you that know me understand how hil-frelling-larious this is.  Needless to say, we got our asses handed to us.
*Babe's 8th grade boys basketball team won their championship game.  Go them!
*Babe and I both managed to get sick at the same time.  Sore throat, hacking cough...fun times at our house sure to be on their way.

Meh.  That's all I got.  

Sober November...EPIC FAIL!

Oy.  So, the Babe and I, along with Miss Val (one of our fabulous neighbors) decided to have a cheat day yesterday.  Uncle Ryan (Miss Val's brother) didn't want to play, the party pooper, so whatevs.

We started the morning with a mimosa. It was orangey, icy, bubbly deliciousness. We stopped at one.  Babe had a few beers throughout the day, and I took one shot of Tuaca to commemorate the occasion.  Then, Miss Val, Bubba (Miss V's kiddo) came over for pizza and the kids started to play.  Scott and his kids stopped by and we invited them in to play.  Babe and Scott were watching sports, drinking some keg-fresh Coors Light.  Miss V and I were drinking Ginger Skyy and Diet Ginger Ale.

Then, we started on shots.

Miss Sherrie got home from work around 8:15 and she joined in.

We drank more shots.

The night gets a bit fuzzy after that.  Boo ended up sleeping with me--he woke me up at 4:30 when he peed--and Babe ended up on the love seat.

All I have to say is, we killed the big-ass bottle of Tuaca...and I don't think I need any more cheat days.

Hell, I'm never drinking again. :D