The Breast of Humanity

I am about to go to bed, really. The bleary-ness of pre-dawn is making my eyes all scratchy. I stayed up late so that I can finish gluing all of the vinyl for Edward. After having eight shots of espresso I was fairly positive that I would be able to do it, but now it just feels like the morning after a really extravagant three day trip. Thankfully though, now the costume really will be done by the end of the week.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 1:32 AM 1 comments

Thank the Lord!!! I had a wonderful night of sleep last night.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 3:45 PM 0 comments

The realms of blissful sleep ellude me. It has been three nights this week that I have been unable to secure a decent nights sleep. The first night was the first night RC was gone, the second not the following night but the night after, and the third was last night. I don't know how much longer I will be able to function on this desperatly miniscule amount of sleep. I think I am going to go to the pharmacy and get some sort of sleep aid and then never take it. I know exactly why I will decide not to take it after purchasing it, I will be afraid that my little man will require comforting in the middle of the night and since his father sleeps like the dead he will not be able to give it to him. I am just an idiot. I am sure I will not buy any sort of sleep aid, I will just pray that it goes away, and eventually it will.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 9:39 AM 0 comments

Who's the stupid one now?

Last night I thought it would be a great idea to put Squishy to sleep in a onesie with no shorts on because all of his shorts are dirty. The reason I decided to do this was because here recently I put him to bed wearing a shirt and a pair of shorts, but during the night he pushes on the shorts and his diaper until he ends up spending most of the night peeing out of his diaper into his shorts (which is why all of his shorts are dirty). And yet when he does this the bed doesn't get wet. So last night I figured he wouldn't be able to push his diaper down if he were wearing a onesie. What a moron am I. When I went into his badroom, the stench of urine assailed my nostrils. His diaper wasn't pushed down, it had been unceremoniously torn off and was laying on the ground, completely dry might I add. He had to have instantly taken it off when i layed him down last night. His bed clothes are drenched, so was he onesie. I instantly stripped the bed and him, tossed the sheets on the floor and him in the bathtub. One good thing that came of this is that I didn't have to use another diaper because the one he took off last night hadn't even been peed in. SO then I had to instantly tell everyone in the world about it, too. And now I have to throw urine-y sheets in the wash and feed the Squish.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 9:59 AM 0 comments

Last night was awful. RC is out of town this week on a business trip (yea! a job*). Every time he isn't next to me I don't sleep so well, but last night just seemed much worse. I think I only slept in five minute increments. I thrashed and tossed and turned and couldn't get comfy and couldn't stay asleep. At one point I had thrashed around so much that I was suddenly on the very edge of the bed about to fall off on RC's side. At another point I discovered I was completely mummified in the blankets and almost had a panic attack trying to get out. It was truly a bad bad night.
*Oh yes, for those of you who didn't know yet, RC lost his job about two weeks ago. I think if we didn't have bad luck with jobs we wouldn't have any at all... but then again I know it isn't up to luck to decide for us.
What am I complaining for? I have it made. I get to play, watch cartoons, sew, and have a good time all around. And since Squishy doesn't talk yet I don't have to do something that I suck at (which is conversing). He did learn to say juice in sign today. He also knows Grandma, peaches, more, all gone/done, dog, milk, cracker, and he waves bye bye. And the other night he told us when he was ready for bed. Oh, well, he'll talk when he's ready.
Oh yes, the Edward Scissorhands costume is coming along wonderfully. I have it sort of pieced together. I need to go back up to the school for a few more fittings but hopefully all will turn out well.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 2:23 PM 0 comments

I found one of my friends from high school on myspace! I am so happy to have found him. He was my little brother.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 2:38 PM 0 comments

Debra
The bee : Hebrew
Lies Lies, all of it, Except the second half.
You are charming, talented and have a very positive attitude to life so it is hardly surprising that you attract success and recognition. Focussed and patient you understand that material rewards are a result of discipline. Being so creative and with a need for self-expression you may be drawn towards the arts, travel is also likely to be important. A loyal friend, you are a person who must be allowed freedom and independence.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 3:39 PM 0 comments

Am I a control freak perfectionist?

Am I a control freak perfectionist?

Things that point to yes:

• I have to fold my clothes in a very particular way. A manner which insures that said article of clothing will not contain any visible wrinkles. A manner which also insures that said article of clothing will take up the least amount of space possible thus enabling me to squeeze all of my Star Wars shirts into one drawer.
  
• I have to organize all of my clothes in a very particular fashion when I am folding them. I put p.j. and sweat pants in one pile, going out of the house pants in another pile, band t-shirts in one pile, Star Wars t-shirts in another pile, layer-able tanks in one pile, etc. I also do this with my husbands and sons clothes.
  
• I have all of my and my family's clothes in certain locations in each drawer. In my son's shirt drawer (the bottom one on his dresser) the rear left hand corner contains p.j. shirts, the next pile in the back contains onesies, the next one is long sleeved shirts which he can't quite wear yet because it is still eighty something degrees outside, the final pile in the back right corner contains the same (two whole slots taken up by stuff he can't wear yet!), the front right hand corner has, well, you get the picture here...

O.K. so maybe I am only a control freak perfectionist when it comes to laundry. Why is it that I can't manage to be this organized with the rest of my life?

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 10:56 PM 1 comments

Article by Ben Stein

A freind of mine had this on his live journal, I like it so much I wanted it too. Do any of you remember "Win Ben Stein's Money"? If only we could win his brains instead.

Article by Ben Stein

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 10:11 PM 0 comments

DON'T CLICK HERE!

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 12:54 PM 0 comments