Holy Frozen Snotcicles!!!
It's cold!!!
Didn't I tell you it was cold?!?
The SS is from 2am, but the temp is almost exactly the same now at 2pm.



And here's a screenshot about the post from the other day about Seacrest congratulating the blind dude on American Idol. The dude's an awesome singer by the way.



Last night's audition show wasn't any better. I hate this new format. 4 singers in an hour sucks!!

And what's with this new judge? I don't like her at all. She seems to have that "my shit don't stink" attitude. The only time I like her is when her and Paula gang up on Simon.

I like Simon by the way. I don't think I've ever disagreed with any of his comments about singers. I mean, either you're good... or y'aint.

The Ol' Man said last night that if it were him doing the judging, he'd be far harsher than Simon. IMO, they should change judging. Don't scream at the person who's auditioning. Instead, ream the guy who came to support the singer. How in the hell can you encourage your friend to go out and make a fool of himself? It just aint right!

I love The Ol' Man dearly. I really do!! But sometimes I just want to stick my shoe straight up his ass!!!

For those who are unaware, it's freakin cold here today!! So cold that the kids were sent home early from school. So cold that The Ol' Man's load (he's a truck driver) was canceled for fear of the truck breaking down and him freezing to death in the 20 to 30 below windchill.

So last night, like every other cold winter night, I set my alarm and got up every 2 hours to check the fire. (Oh how I wish I had a normal furnace... you lucky bastards) And as normal, on the super super cold nights, I also left water running all over the house and flushed the toilet each time I got up so we wouldn't have to deal with frozen pipes.

Last night, the alarm rarely woke me up. I was up all night with Frogger. I don't know what her deal was but she just didn't want to sleep.

My family was nice and toasty all night long. And I was nice and toasty when, at 8am, I decided that I was going to bed and The Ol' Man could deal with the baby and the fire and all that good stuff.

Jump to 4 hours later. I wake up and I'm freezing!!! Get up, open the stove door and NO FIRE!!! What in theeeee hell!?!?

I can wake myself from wonderful sleeps and beautiful dreams just to make sure everyone is warm but you can't get your ass out of the chair and put a couple logs in the fire? You couldn't stop on your way to the bathroom where you shut off the running water (Derrrr) and put a log or 2 in there? DUDE!!!!!

Cut to 2 hours later....
I'm nice and toasty warm again, sitting here going through my feed reader and I look over at The Ol' Man who's sitting in his recliner watching a cartoon movie.... and crying!!!

"HEY?"
"Huh?"
"Are you still watching 'that cartoon'?"
"Yes"
"Are you seriously crying?"
"Shut up!!!"

LMAO -- Big sissy
And that's why I love him and why he can get away with not keeping the fire going.

Earlier, Frogger started crying so I went to her bed, changed her diaper and picked her up. After some "My mom's insane" talk and a few sweet little smiles, I went and sat in my recliner to feed her. All of a sudden, my butt started feeling wet.

Why??

Because Boogie had fallen asleep in the Ol' Man's chair while I was at the store today. Someone didn't feel the need to wake her up. Much easier to watch her while she's sleeping I suppose. Boogie is potty trained except when it comes to sleeping. She'd peed in his chair and rather than clean up the mess or get a towel to sleep on, the Ol' Man swapped chairs with me and didn't let me in on the fact that there was a piss puddle in my new chair.

Mighty nice of ya buddy...

I'm starting to see a pattern to my stories here. I wasn't sure what I was going to use this blog for, but I think I've figured it out. Maybe I should change the name to Coke On My Keyboard & Complaints On My Mind

Friday
Me: I'm going to the grocery store. Is there anything in particular that you want?
Ol' Man: No, but don't forget that I'm going to the meat market on Monday.

Monday
Ol' Man: What's for dinner?
Me: Hot dogs, fries and mac-n-cheese.
Ol' Man: We don't have anything better?
Me: No, we don't have any meat. I only bought enough for the weekend.
Ol' Man: Oh.. okay. I'll go to the meat market in the morning.

Tuesday
Ol' Man: What's for dinner?
Me: Fish, shrimp & fries.
Ol' Man: Frozen stuff again?
Me: Ye-es. There's no meat.
Ol' Man: Oh.. okay. I'll go to the meat market in the morning.

Wednesday
Ol' Man: What's for dinner?
Me: What kind of meat did you put in the fridge?
Ol' Man: None of it. I put it all in the freezer.

Hey... at least he went to the meat market, right?