Cherokee Jeans - Rosie, just go to Old Navy, OK?

Yo! Well, I thought I would try to blog before the heat melted my computer. It is soooo frigging hot here. Actually, the temperature probably isn't even that bad - I think it was only 29 today (that's celcius to you Americans, which makes it, I dunno, 86 I think in your temperature). So it's only mid 80s, but it's just humid enough to make it feel hellish. Today the Weather Network said the humidex made it feel like 38 degrees, so whatever the hell that is in Farenheit, I dunno. But anyway, it's damn hot. Our house, as always, is an oven. I don't know what in the hell the people who built our house were thinking. The damn house can't be more than 4 years old or so, and who builds a house nowadays and doesn't put in central air? It's stupid. They put every other stupid thing in, like heated tile floor in the basement (that's really fun to play for in the winter) and a frigging cat bench in the window, but central air? Not a chance. The house faces south, so I guess that's part of the problem, but it is unusually hot if you ask me. Thankfully, we have a window air conditioner in our bedroom, so we at least get some relief there. If we had stupid screen doors on our doors, it would help too, because there is an awesome breeze out right now, but alas, I don't have screen doors yet. Ah well, I won't bitch, because I am just glad this week is hot and not raining.
I would be outside blogging on my deck right now if it wasn't for the mosquitos. I can't remember ever having them this bad, except for one summer when I lived in Chilliwack. Seriously, you can't go outside. My kids look like they have chicken pox, and we spray them 100 times a day. And the skeeters seem to be some weird variety - really small and vicious. I was on the phone tonight answering some survey about the government and they were swarming so bad on my legs that it looked like the old commercials for OFF, when that dude would stick his hand in that tent of mosquitos. So, if anyone there hits it big at the casino or wins the lottery, I want central air and a mosquito fogger.
So the week of holidays is going way too fast. On Monday night, we took the girls for their needles. Poor Keryn. She was so good about it, but didn't bargain for the three fucking needles they gave her. We thought it would be one, but nooooooo, three. Well, we paid for her to get the chicken pox shot, and then her 2 whatever ones you get when you are 4. She didn't cry until the chicken pox one, because that one was a bitch to get. Then, Kim got hers - FOUR frigging needles.... Man, I tell ya. And then I get so paranoid about vaccines that I keep waiting for them to keel over or go into shock or become autistic or something.... So, anyway, the shots kept us out of commission part of the day yesterday. Keryn was a little fevered and both were crabby, but we did get to spend time in the paddling pool. I got nice and sunburned, but it was damn fun. Kim kept ordering me, "Daddy, you sit!" so I had to go in the pool. Today we tried to repeat the fun, but it didn't work out, and I lost my temper and was just a big a baby as the kids, and I feel bad. Kim wanted to go in the pool, but it takes 1/2 an hour to get outside because of sun screen and bathing suits, and then bug spray and yada yada. So Kim and I go out because Keryn wanted to finish her tv show or something and then she comes out crying because she got something in her eyes, I dunno if she was playing with sunscreen or what, and wants to come in the house and Kim wants to stay in the pool, and then Kim poops in her swimsuit, 3 days in a row, so I just lose it and yell, and yell at Keryn because she won't stop rubbing her eyes, and crying, so I am freaking out and doing this whole production, and her eyes DID look like shit, so I just felt terrible. So after I apologized and told her daddy was crabby and sorry for yelling and being a shit basically, but still, I feel so bad. I dunno what the hell it is, but I am really on fucking edge today. I even swore twice in front of the kids, which of course I try not to do. It feels like that feeling when you need a smoke, you know that feeling? Well, it's been 3 years since I quit - actually, I think 3 years this week, or next week or something - and so it is freaky, but I would do anything right now for a cigarette. And not any brand I used to smoke either - I am craving a Player's Light King Size. Why, I dunno, but that's what I want, right now. Oh sweet Jesus, it would be so good to have one while sitting on my deck.... it almost makes me wish I could be one of those casual smokers, but I know me, that could never work. Call me Mr. Addictive. Ah well, I prefer to live longer anyway, but STILL.... smokers, have one for me. Then quit, damnit, because if I can do it cold turkey, y'all can do it too.
Ok, preaching over. But I am still crabby, since I can't smoke and can't eat and so what the hell else is there.... Maybe it's the heat.
Tomorrow we are going to Saskatoon for the night. We wanted to go shopping to Old Navy and Costco, and Keryn loves staying in a hotel, so we thought we'd take them. I got us a room at the Bessborough, which looks like a castle, because I thought she'd like that. They have a kiddie pool there too, so it will be fun for her. The problem is that we might not get there until late. We wanted to leave at noon, but we are getting an alarm system put in tomorrow, and they apparently need like 4 or 5 hours to do it, and I hear that the installer likes to take lunch, so we'll see. We are going to do some kid stuff too, like go to this farm zoo type place, so it should be a good time for them, and maybe I can redeem myself from crabby daddy.
I am also on this organization kick. All my clothes - well, not all, but my closet - is down in the office. It's been a fucking mess for months so I cleaned the entire basement (except for under the stairs, which you quite literally cannot even step into, it's piled so high) and cleaned out my closet and got rid of 2 lawn and garden bags full of clothes, and I packed away sweaters and shit into rubbermaid tubs because I won't need them until the winter, and then I cleaned out my dresser and got rid of a garbage bag of t shirts, went through my underwer drawer and got rid of 12 pairs of old underwear, and was going to work on the unmatched socks, but didn't have the heart for it. So, I've been quite crazy.
Hey, has anyone tried the new Crystal Light Slurpees from 7-11? Holy man, those things should be marketed to the eating disorder crowd. Instant laxative. I've had two, and both times, they cleaned me out. Yes, gross, but needs to be said. Must be the nutra-sweet. Good Lord though, empties you out. I am sure if word got out, Lindsey Lohan, that Ritchie girl, and that anorexic twin, whichever one she is, the Olsen girl, would take stock in 7-11. Maybe you'd see that Olsen walking around with a slurpee cup instead of Starbucks all the time. Why DOES she always have Starbucks? Always with the big old 70's whore sunglasses and the starbucks, and you know a slight wind would blow her two states over. Ooooh, but she' so healthy because she's photographed eating! Gimme a break. Gimme a woman with some nice curves, not all bony and gross. Well, Sarah Jessica and Courtney Cox are skinny, but they are exceptions to the rule. Otherwise, who wants to feel someone's fucking hip bones? "Is that your hip bones, or are you just excited to see me?" heheheh, ok, rant over. Oh, and speaking of slurpees, we went to Mac's last night to get the kids' one, and this oddball woman was there in front of me, getting like 6 slurpees. So she pays and then she asks all snotty for a bag, and poor little Azfar, the dude working there (I took note of his name because it seemed such a stereotype that East Indian men took over the Macs by my house, but they did), he asks her in broken English if she wouldn't rather a tray because it would work better, and this woman is just a mega bitch (I almost said something to her because I think my grouchiness was starting then) and she snaps at poor little Azfar and says "NO! I've done the bag thing before, it just works!" and so I am watching her put all of these slurpees in the bag and he's trying to be nice and asks again, and she is just a monster and snaps back at him and then moves on and THEN her stupid fucking kids just butt in line in front of me (Margo woulda shot them or something) and wanted to buy Listerine breath strips and wanted to know if they'd have money left if they bought them with a five, and Azfar is still not recovered from the bitch, and he's beening so nice, saying "youuuz can buy 2 small slooshes with the change" and I am all pissy because they cut in front of me, so I literally just push them out of the way, putting my shit on the counter by reaching around them and shoving them over and I look at Rachel who is laughing because she's witnessing all this stuff to befuddle Azfar, and I am thinking "go buy your sloooooshes boys, just get the fuck out of my way". Ah, good times. Point of that story? I dunno. It was just funny.
So I was reading Rosie's blog, and I must comment. She's all out of whack because her Cherokee pants weren't there or something. Now, honey, let me tell you this. First, we have the Cherokee line here in Canada too, at Zellers, and while Cherokee stuff is perfectly fine, why would someone want to buy it if they didn't have to? Is it because she wants to be, like, real or whatever? I mean, Cherokee pants can't be that nice. I know I've never said, when I've had the money, "Oh, no, I don't want to go to the Gap and buy a sweatshirt there. I think I'll just go to Walmart and see if I can find a Great Value sweatshirt because I prefer it." It doesn't add up. I mean, hell, get someone to make you some damn pants. I just keep picturing some god-awful, hideous black jeans, straight-legged, no bells or whistles, and I mean, ugh. And now that I think about it, who really looks good in black jeans, when you really think about it? Not me. Black jeans are gross, plain and simple. Anyway, that's all I have to say about that.
By the way, thanks for the comments Cynthia in Seattle. I keep forgetting to say that - I think you are the only non-blogger reader I have! And I owe everyone comments - Rox, KB, Cutie, Margs... I should keep a notebook because by the time I want to comment, there are new posts, and then it's a vicious cycle....
Well, I better get to bed. Have a great Thursday everyone. I'll blog on Friday night if I get home early enough. But for now, I gotta go find my animals outside before bed.