It Really Makes Me Not Take Potties For Granted, You Know?

So yesterday, Babygirl and I embarked on a potty training adventure.

The background:
1. She's had a potty chair AND a potty seat for MONTHS now.
2. She always would sit on either one but nothing actually ever...descended into the potty.
3. She likes to tell me that she's pooping right before she actually does.

After a quick grocery shopping trip, I hid all the diapers and accompanying diaper-stuff in my closet and offered Babygirl some big-girl underpants (which she has worn and peed through many times before yesterday).

She wore them and asked for a diaper multiple times (to which I said, "They're all gone - go look!" and since she couldn't find them, she believed me).

At the end of the day, she had peed on the floor twice but in the potty three times with - get this - some poop in the potty to boot.

AND THEN (this is the real kicker), she slept all night in panties and woke herself up around 3 to go pee again - needed some help since she was half asleep, but I was wildly impressed that she actually woke up and recognized the need to get out of bed and go do this since she's never had to before.

Let's keep our fingers crossed that it sticks...

I Was (Thankfully) MeMe'd!

Thanks to Kara for tagging me because, honestly, I had nuttin' to write about today.

What were you doing 10 years ago?
Getting ready to come to college (wow, it seems a lot longer ago than just ten years!)

What were you doing 1 year ago?
Starting my second year in my job and finally stoppping my weight loss. At some point, you've actually lost enough...

Five Snacks You Enjoy
Cheese of any kind at all. You name it, I adore it.
Peanut Butter straight out of the jar. Preferably a brand-new jar.
Popcorn
Olives
Reese's Cups

Five Songs That You Know All The Lyrics To
It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) - REM
Cannonball - Brandi Carlile
Million Faces - Paolo Nutini
Gimme That Nut - Eazy E
My Favorite Mutiny - The Coup

Five Things You Would Do If You Were a Millionaire
Pay off my credit card debt
Pay off my car loan
Put enough money in savings for Babygirl to go to college
Buy a house
Buy this dress

Five Bad Habits
Well, masturbation is right up there, but I don't think it's bad so much as "bad"
I pick my cuticles
Spend money I don't have
I complain a lot
I constantly say I'm going to get together with people and then I never do

Five Things You Like To Do
See the first item in the preceding question
Read
Knit
Rollerskate
Eat

Five Things You Would Never Wear Again
Maternity clothes (these tubes are tied, my friends)
Roll-down socks
tapered-leg jeans
Keds
Scrunchies

Five Favorite Toys
my iPod
The thing(s) I keep in my underwear drawer (these are #2, 3, and 4)
Knitting needles

Five Things in your Refrigerator:
Milk
Soothing Eye-Cover-y Thing
Vermouth
Olives
Cheddar Cheese

Five things in your closet:
Wrapping paper
Porn
Shoes I don't wear anymore
My cat, quite often
A lamp I don't use

Five things in your purse or backpack:
Wallet
Phone
iPod
tampons
camera

Five things in your car:
Elmo phone
Stroller
Phone charger
Napkins
A box of Babygirl's old clothes

Five things in the world you want to see before you die:
France With Someone In Particular
Babygirl grow up to be happy and healthy
A breakdancing chicken
Laura Ingalls Wilder's house
A President I believe in

I tag: A Certain Princess

Sometimes "Still Dirty" Takes on a Whole New Meaning

Yesterday, in an attempt to remove what must have been six or seven hundred pounds of stray cat fur and cheerios from my apartment, I got out the old vacuum cleaner.

While it did a fairly passable job on my carpet, I really felt that the vaccuming could be, well, better.

NB: Here's where I turn into my ex-father-in-law, who could be counted upon to liven up any party with a tale of cleaning out his alarm clock. He was a dear, sweet man, and since I'm about to do the same thing to my audience, I can't exactly make fun of him for it.

So I said, "Hey, BabyGirl - wanna see something gross?" and of course, since she's my daughter, she absolutely did.

However, I can't even begin to describe to you the horror of what then transpired. I have only ever emptied the "dust" container - I've never cleaned the filters or the wheels thingy on the bottom. When I went to investigate the latter, I discovered enough hair (HUMAN HAIR) tightly wrapped around that spinny thing that had to be CUT OFF with scissors to make a wig for a small child. Even I was horrified, and it takes a lot to horrify me.

So I cleaned out my vacuum entirely yesterday, discovering layer upon layer of yuck. I just want to know what I've been doing on my carpet for the last year to make it so unbelievably filthy. Or then again, maybe I don't.

I Know, I Stink

Life has SERIOUSLY gotten in the way of my good, quality blogging lately.

The updates, in brief:
1. Stupid motherfucking raise finally got approved, effective August 1 (no retroactive pay for the work I've been doing for 6 months) and I won't see it until Aug. 31. Not grumbling about it, I'm incredibly pleased. However, the 4-month process it took to get the damn thing has effectively broken my spirit and basic willingness to believe that human beings are generally kind to one another, even professionally.
2. My office computer got the world's most impressive virus on it, forcing me out of commission for three days solid. My only saving grace was a laptop whose internet browsers closed constantly and on which I was able to only barely plod through the most immediate of my work (to say nothing of my regular blog-reading and -writing).
3. We begin practice at our new rink on Sunday. Needless to say, I'm utterly stoked to fall down on brand-spanking-new wood.
4. I am house-sitting for my brother and Babygirl has managed to nearly impale herself on the corner of a coffee table in her zest to go to bed. Seriously. And then, once we got her in bed, she refused to sleep. So I am in the same room, typing frantically (which I'm sure is not helping the sleep situation) and listening to her sing to herself.

Also, I am exhausted from all kinds of craziness, but I hope to not be quite so irregular in my posts in the future. I'm fibering myself to get the crap out, so to speak, blogularily.

Rolling. Sort of.

So Babygirl has wanted skates of her own for a long time. I'm no fool; 2.5-year-old + wheels = yeeeouch. So instead I knit her a pair of rollerskate socks. These were originally going to be baby booty gifts for a pregnant rollergirl, but they came out a little bigger than I intended, not to mention the fact that Babygirl, once she saw me working on them, kept yelling, "My wollkeets! My wollkeets!"



This is blurry because she was in motion, skating, obviously.

Help Me, Blogfans, You're My Only Hope!

Okay, I would've written something vastly entertaining this morning, but my computer has been invaded by a pop-up monster that I can't get rid of. Pop-up blockers are on, but this is a fucking monster that's been installed in my control panel.

The proof?



See that fucker? "Run Advertised Programs"? I know that's the culprit. I can't uninstall it or delete it. What the fuck?

So. I turn to you, my dear internet friends who might hopefully be smarter than me. How the fuck do I get this off my computer?

Oh, and before you start accusing me of looking at porn on my work computer - while this has certainly been known to happen in the past, it hasn't happened any time recently at all that would account for this. But really, does it matter? I suppose this kind of problem is electronic karma for e-sins past, but I still want it to go away.

Until the Dust Settles

My office is undergoing some seriously needed renovations this week (or is supposed to be - I refuse to believe this is happening until the men in hazmat suits show up to remove asbestos, like they're supposed to). I have been relocated temporarily down the hall to my old boss's office, which is rather nice. Also, it has the added bonus of getting me mostly away from colleagues that I have to deal with on a too-intimate basis, in my opinion.

One habit of the office I inhabit regularly is to gather around our main table and have coffee together for an hour in the mornings. I don't like this. I don't like it because I have nothing to say about last night's episode of "Dancing With the Stars" and frankly, it wastes perfectly good time in which I could be blogging. Seriously, I have never needed to actually watch any reality programming in my entire life because my coworkers recount every. single. episode. of. everything.

So I'm hoping that my move for the next week or so will result in some wildly interesting blog posts for a change.