Super Sabado: Too tired to care
It’s fiesta season in the local high schools. And last night Didi’s daughter had a huge party that didn’t break up until 3 am. A huge, LOUD party.
A teenager honks his horn as he leaves Didi’s house and Hubby tosses. Another argues with his girlfriend in the driveway and Hubby grinds his teeth. And then two teens try to see which one of them has the loudest car stereo system. That’s when Hubby starts growling.
Me, I can sleep through almost anything—except Hubby. If Hubby isn’t sleeping, ain’t nobody sleeping.
So you all enjoy the margaritas. I’m going to have one of those Mexican Coffee (yawn) and hopefully I won’t nod off.
Today’s Super Sabado is bare bones, baby. The quotes and nothing but the quotes, because I’m too tired.
Needless to say, we were severe adrenaline junkies… at least that sounds better than dain bramaged suicidal idiots.
Bayou of A Perfect Anomaly
Editing a vomit draft is a lot like pulling a loose thread on a cheap sweater, it can unravel so easily.
I blame GAP for making me feel shitty and having Rolo ice cream, no not really..lol. At least I stopped myself and only had 1/2 cup.
Losing Me at Weight Watchers Eh?
So this is a perfect compromise! I can keep up this illusion I have of myself, that I am a sporty badass kind of girl, and YET I can be all prissy and ride in comfort. Sweet!!
Susan of Church of Angst
Seriously, cat. I can’t take anymore heart attacks this week.
I accosted two groups asking if they were from meetup.com; felt sufficiently embarassed – sounds like a dating site for singles.
“If you run, you’ll only go to jail tired.”
Bonnie of Bonnie Writes
From a past post, you know what I think about boinking in the bubble bath.
No one has yet explained who cleans up all the water.
Bernita Harris of An Innocent A-Blog
Finally, got the contract from Sovereign Media for “In the Lair of the Moon Men.” Whee! Now I’ll get paid and have money to buy diapers. Lots and lots of diapers.
Jon at Letters to Myself
At 4 I notice my sweater is on backward. I right it at my desk. The Fedex man stares. I don’t care.
Buffy of Plain Simple English
So, the little boy comes screeching into the living room, horror written across his features.
“Ma! We’re out of spiker gel!”
M.G. Tarquini of Genre Neutral
Just some ideas (and coming up w/ said ideas are my way of writing procrastination – I WAS working on a synopsis – for my defense, I did have to stop and get dessert for Mini-me then ten minutes later change out the video that he was watching – if it begs me twenty minutes peace between – have Mickey will baby-sit… though it does break my concentration and cause me to come up w/ stellar blog ideas!)
Dennie of Dennie’s Thoughts
Yeah, I’m an evil skinny chick. I also can’t run more than a block without going into cardiac arrest. Heart disease has drawn a big ole target on my ass.
Pat of Ramblings from the Desert
What is the answer to the mysteries of life?
a) Faster horses
b) Younger women
c) Older whiskey
d) More money
e) All of the above
Babies are like cans of soda: don’t shake them up if they’re full.
Dave Pearson of Stupid Human Tricks
a quotable feast of splendiferous verbiage
Steve Deyo of Twerpette
It’s safe to say that I want her to be exactly as girly as I want her to be at any given moment. I think that’s going to go well, don’t you?
KJ of Raising Devils
Anyone watch America’s Next Top Model? I do. I swear I’m not a reality TV junkie… ANTM’s the only one I watch. Well, and Myth Busters, because they are awesome. Oh, and Iron Chef sometimes, because that little dude with the microphone who zips around asking the chefs questions at inopportune times? And the random Japanese pop-starlet judge, who says things like “Oh! The flavours! They are like tears of a river, melting on my tongue…”? They are also awesome.
The Glitterati of Brain Spam
And for those of you who’ve stayed through the very end, here’s a seriously creepy short about some seriously creepy babies.
That was scary…but hilarious! I love the left one’s eyes. Fareekay!
Comment by Mimi — 5/20/2006 @ 9:06 pm
Oh…. oddity and strangness bits.
Sorry about the tiredness. Pass the coffee and I’ll send Two-toes out to look fierce and keep loud people away.
Sleep better.
Comment by Kait — 5/20/2006 @ 10:19 pm
Sweet dreams, dearheart! Sounds like you need it!
Comment by Elizabeth — 5/20/2006 @ 10:41 pm
“If you run, you’ll only go to jail tired.”
Oh help.
Comment by m.g. tarquini — 5/21/2006 @ 1:13 am
Hi, guys! [waves at M.G. and Elizabeth]
I got a good night’s sleep… only one party to speak of, and they were good little teenagers. I think Two-Toes did it for me. Mojo just snores through everything.
But here’s how tired I was: I didn’t even notice Bayou‘s play on “brain damaged” until I reread it this morning. Heh!
Mimi! Shades of Talking Tina, aren’t they?
Comment by Bonnie Wren — 5/21/2006 @ 6:05 am
That video was so fun and creepy all at the same time!! Thanks for sharing it!
Comment by Roxanne — 5/21/2006 @ 9:25 am
You’re welcome, Roxanne, and thanks for visiting. I think my new catchphrase will be: “You stupid babies!”
Comment by Bonnie Wren — 5/21/2006 @ 1:08 pm
Wonderful and diverse as always Bonnie! I have not been able to access your site the last month. Hopefully you get this message.
Ciao chica…
Comment by Teri — 5/21/2006 @ 1:50 pm
bummer B – but I got my computer back and so far all in one piece so I am good no matter the noise…
Comment by Dennie — 5/21/2006 @ 6:34 pm
That video is really creepy. I have a friend who creates that kind of stuff. Real interesting!
Glad to see that you got some rest!
Comment by Bonnie Calhoun — 5/21/2006 @ 8:47 pm
I wish I only had Hubby to worry about! In our house, if Sam, Lily, Wyatt, Trixie and or Caddie (those last two are dogs) ain’t sleepin’, ain’t nobody sleepin’.
No more living creatures allowed here unless they are incapable of waking us up in the middle of the night. Maybe an iguana. Or a plant. That could stay, especially since it would be dead soon, anyway.
Comment by KJ — 5/22/2006 @ 7:37 pm
How about a pet rock, KJ? New mothers like you need way more sleep than is humanly possible.
Bonnie C., how do they do that? It’s so well done… even when the little girl pushes the dolls off the chair, the eyes are still moving and planted perfectly in the dolls’ heads. So clever!
Teri, somehow my spam blocker must’ve blocked your IP. It’s all fixed now. Thanks for letting me now.
Dennie, may your computer stay healthy for several years!
Comment by Bonnie Wren — 5/24/2006 @ 11:00 am
[...] I’ve had this idea for some time, and after reading a few “blogroll dives”, such as Bonnie’s entertaining Super Sabado, I’ve decided to do the same here at cookingwith. I’ll start with a blog link in my sidebar, and then follow links from that site. My goal is to hopefully find great new food ideas, and new blogs to read. So we’ll start things off with The Adventures of a Pie Queen, and see that she’s making a birthday banana pie. From there, we find Farmgirl Fare, and her bounty of garden fresh arugula, which she’s transformed into a pesto. Heading out of from Farmgirl, we find The Wednesday Chef, a blogger from NY who’s on a quest to suss out the competition she sees between the LA and NY Times food sections. Her most recent post Simone Beck’s Bread Pudding with Prunes and Apricots, looks at an article from an LA Times in February. Moving on from there, I find Orangette, discussing lima beans ( a often overlooked vegetable, IMVHO). Garlicky lima beans at that. (Some simple, yet beautiful pictures accompany the post). With my hunger building, I head over to chez pim, where she discusses pairing wines with Thai food. Nice range of selections, from the obvious choice of rieslings, to a few reds that could stand the dominant flavors of the cuisine. Finally, we wind up at the Accidental Hedonist, where the discussion is about breakfast. Good old fashioned, diner-esque breakfast. So there we have it, my first six degrees of Cooking with Miklb. I might try to do this weekly, maybe a Friday kinda thing. [...]
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