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What I think.

A few thoughts I’ve had while washing my face, which by the way I’ve been totally doing every night, except that night I forgot, but I didn’t so much as forget as I passed out before I could make it to the bathroom (even though the bathroom is on my WAY to my bed), but to my credit I had been drinking the bottle of wine I got for $4.50 at the W@l-Marts (which, incidentally, didn’t give me a hangover.  No hangover, AND cost effective?  This is an adult beverage I can get behind!).

File all that under things that no one cares about, except my mother and the makers of Desiten (because you’re supposed to put Desiten on a zit to make it go away, but I haven’t had any zits to put it ON because I’ve been washing my face every night.  And morning!  And I’ve been moisturizing! And using wrinkle cream!)

Hi, I like commas and parenthesis.  The end.

1. In this day and age, why haven’t they come up with something that turns thoughts into written text?  My mind goes so fast (See: above ramblings about diaper cream and cheap wine), that I don’t write it all down, and I typically don’t even shower most days so the odds of me learning shorthand are pretty slim.  I mean, just imagine with Jenny The Bloggess could do with such technology!  Although I supposed what she writes is not far off from what she thinks.  There are some people who write a blog post in Microsoft Word, then edit it a few times, then post it, and there are some who type until their fingers get tired, then hit publish.  My money’s on the fact that Jenny is of the latter persuasion.

2.  I have done nothing of consequence in the last 3 days.  Nothing.  The highlights of my days are naptime (so I can clean up everything in the house so it’s nice and orderly when Claire wakes up.  So, you know, she cal pull it all out again), and 4 pm when Gilmore Girls comes on (not that I ever get to WATCH Gilmore Girls.  No, it’s Nemo Nemo Nemo all the time in this house hold.  Finding Nemo?  Try FUCK Nemo).  This is my life and it bores me to tears.

3.  This is a picture of a wall hanging that was so kindly left by our landlord.  In our bedroom.  If you can’t tell by the (upside down) picture, it’s carpet.  And very disturbing.  Even more disturbing?  The fact that not one, but TWO people have asked if they can have it.  And yet it’s still in our bedroom, just glaring at me while I sleep, with all it’s carpet-ness.


4.  Small lines + my handwriting = This.  Horrible penmanship.photo7

5.  While watching Condi Rice play the piano for the Queen a few weeks ago on the local news:
JR:  This is horrible news.
Me: What?! Is she getting out of the political game to  play the piano professionally?  That IS bad news! If she’s getting out, who else is leaving?  What is Obama going to do?  Is the world SO BAD?  And why become a pianist?  Why not go into the private sector? It must be worse than we thought!  Oh NO!
JR: No, I mean channel 2 is bad local news.  The good news comes on at 10.

6. Why do I get so motivated in the middle of the night?  It’s almost midnight and I know if I don’t go to bed now, I’ll need more coffee than I currently own, but all I can think is of all the things I could be doing.  I could clean the kitchen – Claire’s asleep and JR’s in the garage and I could totally get it done.  I should watch Dirty Sexy Money and Grey’s Anatomy and Gilmore Girls.  How will I sleep until I know what crazy hijinks those interns at Seattle Grace got into this week?  Blog.  I really should be blogging and I need to start leaving more comments on the blogs I read everyday.  I could be missing out on meeting my new Internet BFF because I’m not commenting.  I think I’ll just go watch Conan.

7. I went grocery shopping and among other things I bought a ten pound log? tube? of ground beef.  I’ve never seen ten pounds of beef in one place before, and Claire LOVED it. Damn thing was bigger than her.


This has been “Cori’s Deep Thoughts.”  I’m totally rethinking my idea to leave a notebook by my bed.

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On impressing my husband.

When JR and I had just started dating, I went to the University of Michigan for 8 weeks.  I was working at a college preparation camp for high school kids (most of whom were from “LongIsland.”  One word, not two.  The City.  In fact, at one of the lectures, one of the kids asked if The University of Michigan recruitment team ever come to “The City.”  The instructor, probably being the devil’s advocate, asked which city.  The kid couldn’t wrap his little mind around the fact that not everyone calls New York City “The City.”  That there were Other Cities. But, I digress.). 

JR and my relationship was still new.  We were still figuring things out about each other.  I found out that he hates cheese (a fact that still makes me sad), he found out that I hate baseball (which makes him sad).  


And he found out that I am a Music Moron.

You see, the counselors that worked there were from all over the country (and England and Ireland).  One of the girls there had a very extensive collection of music, most of which I had never heard before.  

I was trying to impress JR when I told him I found this great new band, that I thought he would like.  I was excited at the idea that I had figured out a new group that he might not have heard of, and I was sure he would love them.  He and his roommate were HUGE music snobs (still are, actually.  Bobby has a 3 foot box of CDs at our house right now.  SNOB). 


That band?  The “new one” I was sure JR had never heard of, and would love?


The Clash.


I’ll wait until you finish laughing.




Seriously?  It’s not that funny.


Ok.  Are we good now?  Good.


Now, this was 4 years ago.  And you bet your sweet beppie that those boys never let me forget it.


Man…I was just trying to impress him….

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Road trip preperation

In about a week and a half, JR, Claire and I will be attempting to drive 21 hours (one way!) to North Carolina for my Mom’s family reunion.  I’m thrilled, excited, scared shitless.  All the things you’d imagine when faced with travelling 21 hours (did I mention that is ONE WAY?!) with a 14 month old.


Because Claire can’t spend more than about 3 hours in the car at a time, we’re planning on leaving Friday night, driving all night and then taking it easy Saturday.  We can’t get into the house at the beach until 1 on Sunday, so we’ll stop in Jacksonville to stay with my cousin Saturday night, and take our time Sunday.  It’s about 6 hours from Jacksonville to where we’re staying.  Which is actually more like 8 hours in 14 month-old time.


We’re preparing for this trip (oops.  Did I say “we?”  I meant “I”) in a number of ways.  

I’ve got a list of snacks, I’ve hidden toys so they seem new to her, and I’m working on putting together a DVD of her favorite show, The Biscuit Brothers.


Before any one yells at me for letting her watch TV, I should just say….whatever, shut up.  There.  I told them!


Anyway, we have 5 episodes recorded on our DVR, but we can’t get them to our computer (which is hooked up to the TV) so we can burn them onto a DVD.


Why?  I don’t know.  Something to do with a video capture card.   I honestly don’t have any idea.


So, while JR is souring the internet for a  way to do this with a firewire cable (Me: Huh? JR: I don’t have a video capture card, but I’ve found whisperings from the internet that I can do it with a blah…blah…blah…” Sorry, I stopped listening.) I have found a way to record the show without all the confusing technology.



Yep.  I push play on the DVR, push record on the video camera, and as long as the dogs don’t bark and no one says anything, we’re set.  It actually works pretty well.  As soon as I get them off my camera, I’ll post a snippit for you to watch.


So, there you have it.  Innovation at its best!


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Things that make me go nuts

Tool: “Why can’t we not be sober? I just want to start this over.”

Me: …wait.  What?!

JR: What?

Me: Why can’t we not be sober?  What does that mean?

JR: It means they want to know why they’re sober.

Me: Why can’t we….not…I don’t understand.

JR:  It’s a double negative.  It means they’re sober.

Me: I don’t understand it.  I seriously can’t wrap my mind around it.

JR:  It means they want to know why can’t they be NOT sober.  As in messed up.

Me: So they’re asking why they can’t be drunk?

JR: I don’t think they’re talking about drinking.

Me: *sigh*  That’s bad grammar.

JR:  Your family really screwed you up with this grammar thing.  When I was a kid my dad used to say, “Let’s went.” Instead of “Let’s go.”

Me: [appalled] WHY?!

JR: I don’t know.  We thought it was funny.

Me: That’s not funny at all!  It’s terrible!

JR:  I also used to read Brown Bear, Brown Bear. What do you see as “Brown Bear, Brown Bear. What does you see.

Me: *head explodes*

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Claire doesn’t have a lovey.  And trust me, it’s not for lack of trying.  She wasn’t sleeping through the night (consistently at least) so at around 5 months, we tried to get her something.  We thought it would help sooth her and she would go back to sleep by herself.  

We tried stuffed animals, but she never liked them.  We tried Mouse Mouse (a variation of Pup Pup and Frog Frog that my sister-in-law uses) to no avail.  She just never really cared for any one thing more than another.  

When we went to Disneyworld (Land?  I always get them mixed up.  The one in Florida) in January, it was colder than we expected the first day.  So, we bought a (really really, outrageously expensive) blanket.  It was one of those that’s super soft, but the first time you forget to NOT dry it in the dryer, you end up with a TON of fluff.  We covered her with it when she slept in the stroller, and she sat on it when she was awake.  She seemed to like it.  So, we just kept putting it in her crib when she slept.

I don’t know if she cares either way, but we still have it (and two more that we bought at Target – not nearly as expensive, this time).  I’m actually kind of happy she doesn’t have a lovey.  It means we never have to worry about her pitching a fit if she loses it.  We don’t have to stress if the toy company decides to discontinue it.  We don’t have to buy 4, just in case they do.

She still gets up at least once during the night.  But, now I enjoy it.  I go to her room, pick her up and she immediately puts her head on my shoulder and her arms around my neck.  I’ve realized that she’s not going to do this forever, and that I should enjoy it while she does.  


Did you like my subtly linky of my Sister-In-Law’s business?  She does birthdays in a box.  If you want to plan a cute birthday for your kids, but don’t have time to do it, she comes in.  And let’s be honest, these days there’s so much pressure for these damn birthdays.  

She lives in Sugar Land (which for those who aren’t familiar, it’s the “new money” part of Houston).   She was amazed at the elaborate parties parents would throw for their little kids.  The kids don’t care (they’re 1! or 2!), so she quickly learned that it was all show for the other parents.  But, she thought, what if a parent wants to throw one of these crazy parties, but works and doesn’t have time?  That’s where Addie comes in.  She puts together an amazing birthday.  

For my niece’s first birthday, they had an Amazon birthday.  Her name is Jane, so the invites said “Me Jane. You invited.”  She girls dressed in animal prints, they had a safari in their back yard and a huge gorilla.

Anyway, the reason I’m mentioning this is because I’d like to know: for all you Mom’s out there, would you buy one of these boxes?  They have invites, thank you notes, decorations, cake instructions.  

I think it’s brilliant, and I really want her to get this going so I can quit work and work for her.  


I think morning is my favorite time of day. It gets hot here (it was 100 degrees in April.  APRIL! GAH!), but in the morning, it’s still reasonably cool.  I like getting up early. Sure, the first 5 minutes are tough, but then I’m awake.  I enjoy the cool of the morning, before it gets hot and humid. I like the quiet of the morning, before the house wakes up and we’re all running around. Its part of the reason I liked the 5am shift when I worked at Starbucks. I think clearly in that early morning hush.

JR, however does not like the morning. He is a huge pain to get up. He isn’t quite awake for a good hour. And now that we’re both working, the mornings start even earlier. We get up at 6 and are out the door by 7.  Weekends aren’t any different, except that he whines until I let him sleep in more.  It’s not unusual for him to finally crawl out of bed around 11 or 12.  

No real point to this, except that I wanted to complain about it.

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JR went to high school with a guy named Bart.  He didn’t really know him, only saw him at parties.  Everyone who knew him, that I’ve talked to, said how smart his was.  Sure, he did drugs, and sometimes was lost in his own little word, but he was harmless.  In 2001, Bart went to dinner with him parents and younger brother to celebrate his college graduation.  They ate, then went home.  Bart’s little brother went to the door and opened it.  He was shot in the chest as soon as the door opened.  His mother was right behind him and shot as well. They shot Bart’s father, and then Bart.  It seemed as if it was a burglary gone wrong.  Bart’s mom and brother died, Bart and his father lived.  

The community was devastated.  Over 1000 people came to the funeral.  Sugar Land was sad, but also angry.  They wanted to find the murderers.  Bart and his father worked with the police to find who killed their family.

But, as time went on some things didn’t add up.  The valuables in the house weren’t touched.  The gun that was used was from Bart’s family.  The burglars pried open a safe in a remote part of the house to get it.  Then,  more surprises.  Bart wasn’t about to graduate.  In fact, he was still considered a freshman.  He had all but dropped out of college.  So why was he lying?

By this point, the police were looking at the possibly that the murderers were a set up.  And that Bart was at the head of the set up.  One night, someone called into the police station and gave them the break they needed.  It was a guy who went to high school with Bart and he brought a layout of Bart’s house.  He said that Bart asked him to kill his family.  And, as time went on, the police learned that he wasn’t the only one Bart asked.  Two of Bart’s college roommates were also recruited to kill Bart’s family.  They even tried, but when they tried to open the window to get in the house, an alarm went off.

Then the police found the man who drove the getaway car.  He worked with Bart over the summer.  Bart told him he would split the $1.5 million life insurance policy with him.  Word on the street was that this guy was in the military and they got it out of him.  Anyway, he led them to the guy who actually shot the gun.

This was 7 months after the shootings.  Then Bart disappeared.  Turns out he met a guy at a restaurant where he worked.  This guy gave Bart his name, and the number of his family in Mexico. Bart paid him $5,000 for this information.  Bart had moved to a remote town in Mexico, got a job and started dating a girl. He lived there for 14 months, telling people that he was an only child, that his parents hated him, that his mother was a prostitute.  The guy went to the police for the $10,000 reward that the police offered.  Bart was arrested.

Throughout this whole ordeal, Bart’s dad kept saying that he forgave whoever did this to his family.  But, could he say the same when he found out that his son was the one?  That this wasn’t the result of a night of partying, but a plot that Bart had been developing for years?


Bart was put on trial, and after only 10 hours of deliberation, the jury gave him the death penalty.  Bart’s dad has stood by him throughout the whole thing.

The reason I’m telling you this, is because they filed a 48 Hour Mystery episode about the whole thing.  They replayed it last night.  

I can’t imagine what Bart’s dad must be going through.  His faith, one that was very pronounced and well-known by his friends, must have been shaken.  But, he has forgiven Bart.  And he doesn’t want to see him put to death.  Of course, the law doesn’t really care what he wants.  

Would you be able to forgive someone who plotted to kill your family, especially if it was your own son?  I’m not sure I would.  But I have so much respect for those who can.  

Bart has a blog, and although it hasn’t been updated in a while, it’s very interesting to read his thoughts.  It really makes you think about your life, and what you’re capable of.

Minutes Before Six


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