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2012 Calendars: print at home

I mentioned before my new addiction to free printables. Here’s a whole year – well, what’s remaining of it – of cute calendar pages to print. June’s just rolled off my printer and I’ll be adding Soph’s school stuff and tossing the boring calendar the teacher hands out.

Anything But Perfect: 2012 Calendars

June Rocks

Fredo

Sidekicks Alfredo, in all their sodium-packed, cardboardery-tasting goodness. Soph & Boobs love it. It doesn’t contain peanut butter, therefor I don’t.

How do you make Sidekicks even fancier than they already are? Toss frozen (cooked) shrimp into the pot, let em thaw/heat up and serve to your kid!

Don’t worry, I gave her more than one shrimp.

Boobs has hockey tonight, so it was just us girls for dinner. What will I be having? Oh, probably peanut butter.

How is it that when you ask your kid if they want more dinner, they say no. You offer them fruit, they have a few pieces. They don’t want the rest, so you eat the remaining strawberries in the bowl. Then you proceed to tidy up. Once the tidying is done, your kid comes to you and whines about being hungry. I don’t get it. Hungry tummy to bed = lesson learned, I guess.

Now I’m wearing the asshat…or am I?

ImageI goofed on the kiddie pool set-up. It’s visibly lopsided, bulging on one side and nearly full to the brim on the other. It’s one of those Bestway quick-set pools. This is our second summer using it. Since it has a pump/filter we can dump an appropriate amount of chemicals in and keep it up until September.

When I was filling it up, I didn’t (bother?) to check to make sure the lining wasn’t bunched up anywhere so that’s why it’s lopsided. It’ll do.

Isn’t this one of those Dad chores? I’m too handy for my own good (using a hedge trimmer, putting up curtain rods and blinds, painting). Not bragging, Plus there’s the whole “If you want something done…” school of thought.

Asshats R Us

Well, not R Us, more like R Them, but that didn’t sound as good.

The asshat in particular is Boobs’ arthritis specialist. We need a letter from him to add to the mountain of paperwork for our adoption application.

The family Dr did one but the social worker said it wasn’t good enough. It had to come from the fancy Dr.

Boobs brought a copy of the original letter to said specialist. Specialist essentially refused to write a letter.

Pardon me? You can’t sit down and write a few piddly lines on your patient’s behalf? Are you too busy? Too inconsiderate? Is it beneath your years of schooling and you only know how to write prescriptions now?

I spoke to his assistant who was also useless and didn’t even offer any kind of whispered, “I’m sorry, I know how frustrating it must seem. Dr. P can be real prick sometimes…” Even that would have made me feel better. Her only comeback to me explicitly saying this is holding up our application (idiots) was that “He isn’t able to to the letter and this was relayed to (Boobs) when he was in for his appointment.”

I don’t care if she was mad at me, with the way she mumbled an annoyed “Bye” before hanging up. I’M the one who’s allowed to get MAD.

So then I phoned the family Dr and tried to retell the story and begged the assistant to tell the Dr at that office to call stupid specialist Dr and light a fire under his ass…

Well whadda ya know: just as I hit Publish on this post the phone rang and it was asshat’s office. The receptionist said they’d leave a copy of the Consult Letter at the front desk for us to pick up. I hope it’s good enough because there’s probably no way we could get any additional information out of him.

Boobs still thinks he’s an asshat though.

You’re all nutters!

Ugh. Why can’t everyone in my family like peanut butter (sandwiches) as much as I do?

Soph will be going into grade 1 next year (holy crap), but looks like I won’t be able to make an old-fashioned slap-some-spread-on-some-bread-(maybe sometimes jam)-and call-it-a-lunch lunch. Her school has banned suggested that we don’t send lunches to school with peanut butter alternatives because they look too much like the real thing. Not even if we included a note? Please?

Cheese is, of course, the other excellent quick sandwich option, but if you’re not careful the cheese gets all sweaty and then loses its appeal. Not for me though, I think I ate a cheese sandwich EVERY DAY throughout high school (maybe that’s why I’m a bit lactose intolerant now, but pfffft). Some kids don’t like sandwiches but Soph seems to like them just fine. Phew.

I just noticed that Wikipedia described peanut butter as a “food paste”. That’s disgusting and frankly, I’m offended. It’s so much more than that. Really. Right?

I must try a peanut butter and bacon sandwich, but I don’t usually keep bacon in the house, but I do like peanut butter & lettuce. You get the softness of the bread and smooth PB texture, with a nice mild crunch from the lettuce. It’s refreshing!

Actually, right now I eat peanut butter for lunch practically every day. Sometimes it’s a sandwich (without butter), sometimes it’s toast (avec). Think I must be addicted to it but hopefully it won’t turn into an allergy. Even when I go to my favourite Thai restaurant I always get the same thing: Peanut Curry because it’s chicken, green beans and sticky rice swimming in peanut butter with a little coconut milk mixed in.

Peanut butter kinda seems like it’s from a bygone era, even though they still advertise pretty heavily. But it makes me think of Wonder Bread and Kool-Aid. And really cheesy commercials like this:

Put some stank on it

Features both the fish and the stink eye

Starting this post off with the stinky fish eye. Soph loves this warpy setting on CamWow.

I checked around and there’s a lot of info about the stink eye out there. The fish eye, not so much. Any mentions of fish eyes are either about camera lenses…or fish – oh, and one other definition on Urban Dictionary that you can look up yourself.

And why doesn’t anyone refer to the Hairy Eyeball anymore?

I also found out that Koreans like to use what they refer to as the “stank eye.”

Then there’s also “the stink eye walk by”:

More interested in the laughs than the winner. Sorry, Idol

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So for the finale of American Idol, I honestly didn’t really care who won. I’m not much of a Phillip Phillips fan. Boobs and I had more fun watching – who the eff was it? – sing and capture her … Continue reading