A New Game To Play

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With 40 rooms there is plenty of room for everyone to play without long waits to gain entry. As a matter of fact my husband and I are now playing while at home (and needing to be home) since we are raising our son. Being stuck at home while he naps is actually fun now that we have found a way to bring an outing to our home. We feel like we've gone somewhere out of the house and when we win… and we do from time to time, we have a pretty great time. We never thought we'd say it but Foxy Bingo is a very, very cool place to play.

Obsessive Compulsive

Obsessive Compulsive!

Where’s the plan? Who’s got the plan? What is the plan? I need a plan!

My old horse-trainer is rolling his eyes and silently laughing at me right now. I can feel it.

Here is the NaBloPoMo Plan for each day of this month:
 (Updated to reflect D.S.O. Sponsors)

1. Halloween

2. 40 Days of Community

3. Holiday Shopping Challenge

4. Take and post a picture APWG Writing Prompt

5. Dink(y) Sells Out! If you email me by November 1st with 4 new post topics that you would like me to write about on this blog, I will plug your blog on November 5th! Go ahead, Delurk!

6. Weight Watchers progress and accountability update

7. Ten on Tuesday A post from the unfinished draft archive

8. Use a writing Prompt  One Lump or Two?

9. Plug another Newlywed Blog

10. D.S.O._Somebody solicited my advice???_

11. Take and post a picture
12. D.S.O._Weekend shenanagins_

13. Accountability update

14. Self Portrait Tuesday

15. Writing Prompt

16. Anti-Narcissism Day: write about somebody else for crying out loud!!

17. D.S.O._This Post is Brought to you by the Letter “P”_

18. Diabetic Gourmet: go read it!!

19. Thanksgiving recipe with picture

20. Acountability Update

21. Ten on Tuesday Recipes – Someone asked a *Newlywed* to cook!?

22. D.S.O._Alternative Uses for Utensils__

23. Thanksgiving Picture

24. Thanksgiving Post
25. Take a picture

26. “Holiday Shopping” had better be DONE!

27. Accountability Update

28. Self Portrait Tuesday

29. Writing Prompt

30. NaBloPoMo Party!

NaBloPoMo Warm Up

NaBloPoMo Warm Up
Writing Prompt: “Tell a story today about something (consumable) that you couldn’t live without.”

I don’t know how I’m living! You know that part of the Roadrunner cartoon where the coyote realizes that he’s run off the cliff and is standing in mid air? While we were dating we were going through “Questions for Couples” (see the book in the right side-bar, BUY IT!). One of the questions was “What’s the best part about being your gender?” Strawberry Lipbalm. Bonne Belle Strawberry Lipbalm is my crack.

And you know what’s sad? I can’t remember the last time I had a tube. I’ve taken stock of how many half-used beauty products I own and vowed not to buy another until I’ve used up each half-used container. I’m still trying "to use up all of those nasty," ineffective, and icky-tasting  Avon-interpretations-of-lipbalm that my mother has been stuffing my stocking with for the last 15 years.

Or maybe strawberry lipbalm was my crack. Chai tea lattes? My drink of choice at the wonderful Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, but I’m no mocha-mamma, I can go for a week or two with out that spicy creamy goodness.

Dark chocolate Hershey’s kisses. The quick fix. Concentrated chocolatey goodness measured by the gram. I’ve sworn off milk chocolate, because I always anticipate a thrill, and then milk chocolate doesn’t deliver. Most of the milk chocolate I get my hands on just tastes cheap.

mmmmmmm. Dark chocolate Hershey’s kisses. Trick or Treat!!

Ode To Damage Control:

At 4 am, there ain’t nuthin on T.V. except Lunesta and Mystery Depression Medication commercials. I hate sleepless nights.

::Gasp:: Two steps back!

Friday, I put up my last post and went to check my RSS feeds just as I was running out the door for date night. DOH! Remind me to check the RSS feed before I post anything!

I offer up the following Ode To Damage Control:

“There's a blog theme thing going on, NaBloPoMo, a post every day in November thing. I signed up, and because I battle anxiety about everything, I planned out what I was going to write every day for the whole month and posted it on my blog.

Then I went back today and wrote a post with the theme of “I'm gonna post before I check all the other blogs on my rss feed” and posted a depressing “I got nothing to say because I don't want to spew all my personal anxiety, depression, and family issues on the net” post. And THEN I checked my RSS feed, and saw that Mrs. Kennedy from Fussy (a relatively Big Fish blogger) plugged my blog on her site today. This is exactly the kind of social situation that makes me a nervous wreck!

Look at that dumb luck!? Hoooooooooooooow could I be so dumb? Mrs. Kennedy is sending who-knows-how-many people to my blog and I've just posted a “woe is me” post!?

My dilemma is, do I pull the post down before *everybody* sees it, and repost it later when it's funny? Or do I leave it up like it is: Hi, welcome to my site, I have no self-esteem, you want to bookmark me, right?”

I sent out this panicked email to DH, several non-blogging friends, and a few bloggers I met at Blogher. Most of the feedback I got was in the vein of “It’s your blog about you, leave it up!” I did leave it up with a minor change in the wording of the paragraph about our marriage. I’m feeling pretty good about that. I can’t believe I’m blogging that I called Fussy a Big Fish.

Date Night did totally rock. I got a fair amount of me time on Saturday because DH slept in until noon-thirty. Moose’s band was really good (if you think screaming and growling=music).

Sunday, I remembered to pick up a birthday gift for the boss, and I had some time to try my hand at canning applesauce. Speaking of canning, remind me not to take on new projects armed only with directions from the internet.

I’m Not Dead Yet!

Ok, Ok, Ok! I’m here, really!

Time to admit that (gasp!) I got sick of NaBloPoMo. I tried to fake it and post-date a couple of entries, I tried to bribe the husband to go post something for me, but naaaaah, I’m over it.

Then again, It’s NaBloPoMo and here I am… posting.

I’ve officially received a “Where have you been?” email from a blogosphere friend. Don’t worry! I’m here, I’m fine, just busy.

We are deep into the Christmas Crazies. I’ve been online long enough to read my feed and keep up with y’all, but not enough to write.

I’ve been offline and spending evenings cooking, reading a Dean Koontz novel, catching up on a huge-stack-of-unread-magazines and tv episodes. I’m in between terms at school, so I’ve been prepping for my next class. Wanna hear a Stress Dream?

So this summer I picked up a class that was particularly stressful to teach. Before that class, and again last night I dreamed that I walked into the classroom full of students and started talking but they weren’t listening. So I truck along and write something on the board, and when I look back at the class they have all turned their chairs and monitors around and are facing the back of the room, with their backs to me. Ignoring me? Taking someone else’s class? I’m not sure, but I wake up feeling insecure. Like I need more insecurity in my life.

That Sweet Man I Married was kind enough to endulge my request for yarn and a crochet hook last night. He went out at 8:30 and brought home yarn, hooks, books, and chocolate. Its cold, I’m tired, and I wanted something mindless to do with my hands while watching tv. Never mind that last night’s Gilmore Girls episode was Knit, People! Knit!

What are you doing reading blogs? Go outside and enjoy the Santa Ana Winds!!!

Thanksgiving Play-by-Play: Chapter Two

The Animal Planet episode chronicled the adventure of some idiot who set out to pet a cobra on the head. Apparantly Steve Irwin died in vain. The camera man, he was smart enough to back away when necessary. After I snapped the picture of that scintillating episode, we headed out to Venice for Turkey dinner.

My Cousin sold her soul to now hosts Thanksgiving at her house every year to justify paying for this beautiful kitchen remodel.

We had a very yummy dinner, and this year she actually let everyone help. Yay. I was afraid she was starting to turn into my Grand Martyr Mother.

The turkeys were yummy. Yes, I said “turkeys” plural. Maybe we still need to work on my cousin and the overdoingitness. She bought two “smaller” ones this year so that she would have an easier time of flipping the bird (hee hee) half way through cooking it. Flipping the bird has something to do with keeping the turkey moist. Whatever. It worked. Yummy.

I have found stuffing that I will eat. Someone brought cornbread dressing, and it wasn’t reheated soggy breadcrumbs like that other cr stuff. I shall have to scour the net for a similar recipe.

I was Out-Potatoed. I brought sweet potato puree and some fancypants brought Pecan And Walnut Crusted Sweet Potato Bake. Is there an emoticon for MOCKING!? Pecan And Walnut Crusted… meh meh meh meh meh. It was better than mine. Dang it. I guess I have to come up with a new trick.

And the pie. Good grief. There was so much pie.  Two people were told to bring one, and they each brought three. Pecan, chocolate mouse, apricot, peach… I ate ice cream instead.
We made it an early night because My Cousin has an unrelenting retail job and has to be up at 5 a.m. 257 days a year.

DH and I went looking for something to do at 8 p.m. We had two choices one of them was wait in line at Walmart for whatever-is-supposedly-worth-waiting-in-line-all-night-for.

I was not about to let Ian stand in this line all night, or take pictures of the crazies people standing in the line. Movie! Movies! Let’s go to a movie!!!
We saw Deja Vu. It was good. Go see it. I even stayed awake all the way to the end, that’s how good it was!

Apparantly DH is just now getting in the swing of Christmas Shopping. Is there anything we need to get up at 5 a.m. to go buy? Are you sure you don’t want anything from Fry’s? I’ll go stand in line if there’s something that you want. Who are we shopping for? What are we getting him? Her? Them? We decided that nothing had to be purchased at 5 a.m.
As we settled into bed, DH says: “I want to get up at five just to go take pictures of the people in the line!”

“Good NIGHT Ian!”

Happy Post Turkey Shopping, Internets. I think I shall go back to bed.