Mutants running wild

Christopher has gotten into the habit of calling things he dislikes, 'mutants'. I love this. I encourage this.

The State-Standardized Testing he's been having these last two weeks in school...Mutant Tests. The insulin shot that he gives himself is...a Mutant Shot. The pigeon that won't get out of the way when I'm driving is a goddamn stupid bird! But he calls it...yep, a Mutant Pigeon.

Best of all he makes this crazy face and changes his voice when he calls something a mutant. This type of behavior just makes me so proud.

And I apologize to all mutants for his taking their name in vain. But at least he isn't using foul language. Have you ever listened to the potty mouths some kids at the park have? Granted I  sometimes have the Mother Commode of all potty mouths and I secretly giggle when I hear one kid call another a buttface, I just don't want my kid cursing. Yet. There's plenty of time for that when he's older.

Maybe I should try to start using the word mutant in place of swearing. But knowing me I'd make it more colorful and call something f**king mutant.

If it wasn't for the last minute

In just one week, JDRF is having their annual Gala, which is a serious, big deal, fancy-schmancy fundraiser. Even though I'm "working" the event as a volunteer, I still have to get all dressed up in my Sunday best.

Currently I have half an outfit, which I'm on the fence about. I had my eye on, and finally bought, this cute, black, high-low sheer skirt. Yes, it fits fine. Yes, it looks good. Yes, I could be a little taller, however, I plan to wear heels.

Now, I need a top to go with and I'd like a comfortable pair of heels, preferably higher and more comfy than my current strappy, black sandals.

 My problem is....Is the skirt dressy enough? Should I just find a dress and return the skirt? Why did I wait until the last minute? Oh, I know the answer to that last question! It's because, I'm me and sometimes I like to add unnecessary stress to my life by waiting until the last minute.  I mean, how else will I get motivated to do certain things? 

Oh, and for those of you wondering, no, a leather jacket is not acceptable. Although a leather skirt might work but then I'm stuck with half an outfit again and still shopping.

I've never been one of those women who lives to shop for clothes. In fact, I've hated it in the past. Does this make me anti-woman? Crap! I hope I don't have to turn in my girl-card because Lord knows where the hell I've misplaced that thing! Anyway, I have since, gotten better and will actually buy something when I set out to go clothes-shopping these days. 

As for the Gala...I swear I will find something to wear this weekend. Something nice. And not ridiculously expensive either. Even if it kills me. In which case, bury me in the damn outfit so it wasn't a total waste.

What's goin' on?

I haven't been here in a while. As if you haven't noticed by the lack of new posts and ramblings. Yeesh! One minute I'm turning the calendar to April and the next thing we're two weeks into the month. Whatthewhat?? I know!

So here's a little of what's been going on... *cue Marvin Gaye music

Chris's insulin pump finally arrived this past week.  Yay! Hooray! W00t!!This is big, exciting news in our house. It means we can do away with injections because he wears the pump and calculates the amount he needs and it automatically inserts it into his body via a small tube and needle combo. Now we just need to be properly trained by a diabetes educator. Hopefully that happens this week. Let's go people!*points to watch impatiently.


I'm currently investigating ad sites so I can place ads on here and make some extra bucks. I hate to be that blog who has ads for profit, but I has to be that blog because some side revenue would be helpful. I did try Google AdSense but they refused me. Imagine Me being denied?! I know, crazy! So I'm looking for legit sites to do bizness with.


Chris and I went to movie night at his school last Friday night and saw "Wreck-It, Ralph". I thought it was cute and am now considering Vanellope von Schweetz as my Halloween costume. Check her out:

Vanellope

I can get a green hoodie, make the tights and put candy barrettes in my hair. Then again, we're six months from that holiday and I'll probably change my mind before then. Five times.

Anyone have any interesting news to report? What's been goin' on whichu?


*Vanellope image courtesy of AllPostersimages.com

They shoot you for that in New Jersey

Ah Las Vegas. Nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to drive here. Seriously, a good number of people who drive around here, um, suck at it.

This is mainly because Vegas is home to a lot of transplants from other parts of the country and each brings their own unique way of driving. Which most of the time provokes me into a murderous rage but then I remember that not everyone comes from the northeast. This doesn't automatically turn me into a kinder, gentler person. Don't be crazy. I just happen to remember and then I continue having a fit behind the wheel.

Here drivers think nothing of cutting you off or deciding at the last moment that they really don't want to make that right turn but instead want to continue going straight...s-l-o-w-l-y. And my personal favorite: when they sit for an extra couple minutes at a newly turned green light.

Back in the metropolitan area you would get cursed at in six different languages accompanied by hand gestures of all kinds. That's if you're lucky. If you're unlucky you might end up meeting the road raging business end of a gun.