Time for WHAT?!?!

CO detectors

2008-12-31T18:07:00.000-08:00

To all of you who don't have a CO detector in your house: please get one!

Last night my husband and I were woken up by three sharp beeps. It was obviously not the fire alarm, but the sound was loud enough, and sharp enough, that we were immediately awake. We went out into the hall to discover that the CO (carbon monoxide) detector was registering high enough to be a danger, and we immediately started ventilating the downstairs. I then took it upstairs to make sure that there wasn't any CO upstairs and to check on the kids. I had taken the upstairs CO detector out of the outlet because my daughter (still a toddler) continued to take it out and play with it, thereby setting it off. No more! She will just have to learn to leave it alone.

Carbon monoxide is a colorless, odorless, tasteless gas that is highly toxic. It is found in many places in the house including, but not limited to, properly adjusted gas stoves (5-15 ppm), wood burning chimneys (5,000 ppm), undiluted car exhaust without a catalytic converter (7,000 ppm), and undiluted cigarette smoke (30,000 ppm). Our CO detector usually registers when the truck is started in the garage, but doesn't usually go above 45 ppm. Last night it was high enough to set off the alarm, and was at 62 ppm before I opened the garage door. This gas kills people every year, and is now legally required in all houses in Anchorage. Yes, the price is higher than any of us want to pay, but isn't it worth it to save you, your family, and your pets? Please consider this piece of equipment just as important as your fire alarm, and remember to change the batteries regularly!

More creativity

2008-07-22T18:30:00.000-07:00

And here's a conversation (roughly) from tonight:

Q: "What are these?"
L: "I was feeling naughty today. It was a bad day."
Q: "They look like little turds, but I bet they don't taste like turds!"
L: (gives Q a dirty look)

Ok, what part of "it's been a bad day" did you not get?? And why, knowing it was a bad day, would you compare my chocolate oatmeal cookies to turds?? I called you at 11 this morning, threatening to run away to Hawaii and leave you with the kids, and you compare my cookies to TURDS??? Ah, my life is ever so interesting....

The creativity of Q

2008-07-17T14:42:00.000-07:00

This is part of an actual conversation I had with my husband. I am in awe. (Cut and pasted from the chat window, no editing the comments whatsoever!)

Lirri says:
where are all my plates???!!! That's right, next to your monitor! (Would you please start bringing them downstairs at night? Thanks!!)

Q says:
I can't bring the plates down at night, they're scared of the dark.

AFK??

2008-07-09T10:45:00.000-07:00

I work all day on Mondays while Q stays home with the kids. This past Monday I came in, and Q started to stand up and asked if he could "go AF..." and then realized he was going to say "AFK." I just lost it, and couldn't stop laughing! Since when does a husband ask his wife if he can go "AFK" rather than "I need to leave the house for a bit because the kids are driving me insane and my friend has something I want to borrow"??

Hehe - I think Q plays too many computer games!

A good quote

2008-05-27T17:56:00.000-07:00

I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours.

- Stephen Roberts

No evil???

2008-05-15T15:10:00.000-07:00

What the FUCK??!! We just picked up cell phones. We figured we'd pick up the cheap (!!) Net 10 phones until the new iPhones are released; this was Sat. It is now Thursday. I have been able to use my phone for maybe 5 calls, and have had battery power for MAYBE 3 hours. Customer service FINALLY got back to me, and told me to call a number. I did. It took 30 FUCKING MINUTES TO ORDER A BATTERY. She repeated everything AT LEAST 2 times. And the end result? It's going to take 5-10 days for the package to get here that contains an air bill for me to SEND THE FUCKING PHONE IN. 5-10 days for it to get to where ever it's being sent to, and an additional 5-10 days for it to be returned, NOT including the time it takes to fix the damn thing. What the hell is this for customer service??

I don't think I'll be staying with Net 10 after I use my minutes - will undoubtedly expire while the phone is being serviced. I was too pissed to ask for the minutes to be on hold while the phone is being serviced, but will have to remember to call them before sending the phone out. Did I mention that today has been a horrible day with whining and screaming children?

I kid you not, Net 10's logo is: No Bills * No Annual Contracts * No Evil

Kiss what??

2008-04-23T19:08:00.001-07:00

We've been watching a lot of "The Little Mermaid" recently; tonight Q was singing "Kiss the Girl", and changing the words, as he's wont to do. The boy was a bit disturbed that Q was singing "kiss the squirrel" instead of "kiss the girl," and finally said "I want to hear Dada say kiss the girl." Q asked which girl, and the boy raised up his middle finger and said "this one." Now, part of this is the finger game he plays with Q (have him explain it), and he was joking with us. However, when you have a mind that hovers a bare millimeter above the gutter, it's funny as anything. I'm quietly dying of laughter, Q is trying to maintain his dignity, and the boy is completely oblivious.

It's 10 pm - do you know where your children are?

2008-04-15T23:12:00.000-07:00

My boy is currently pounding on the door, calling out "Mama, I'm all done going night-night! I wanna come out!" A glass of port didn't help reduce the stress, nor did watching Susan get some on Desperate Housewives. I can only hope that he will stop kicking his door (albeit gently) soon. If he wakes his sister up, I may have to remove every single toy from his room (I'm sure the tantrum will be heard down in the wilds of Portland). Until then? I think I may get ready for bed, and hope that he doesn't notice my bedside lamp so that I can read until he quiets down - do you really think I can sleep through the pounding and the kicking?? Every now and then he does this, and if Q and I go to bed and are really quiet ("Sssshhhhh... we're hunting wabbits!"), he'll actually get the message. Unfortunately, I want to watch the next disk of Desperate Housewives. I wonder if he'd notice if I used headphones.... Damn you for getting me interested in this show - you know who you are, the both of you!

The good news? Q comes back tomorrow night. The bad news? I think I may have to curtail all future naps - the boy slept for about 2 hours this afternoon. Sigh. Silly boy! Naps are for moms, not kids!

Our local wildlife

2008-04-02T17:24:00.000-07:00

Rabbits on our front porch.
I was on the front porch when the moose was in our front door - I'm about 15 feet from it. I never did see Mama Moose, but I was watching for her!
Dinner anyone?

The goodie package arrived!!

2008-03-11T14:01:00.000-07:00

Fortunately for me, big Q came home at lunch to pick up the car. I don't think I could have waited for him to come home to open it up. The first thing that I noticed was that the package had a dent. The second thing I noticed was the big "FRAGILE" on the side - the same side as the dent. Oops. Fortunately, nothing was broken.

Toki put a condition on the goodie package: I have to say what I did/do with the items. (I like your personal stamp on the back of the card!) Here's what was inside:
The shrimp crackers and Badtz Maru cell phone case are for big Q (according the the card I have to share *pouts*). We'll have to wait for Q to say what he did with them.

The cards and bracelet are beautiful! You are truly a talented person, Toki! I am thinking I may try to find a frame to hold my favorite cards. The rest will be used on presents. The bracelet, obviously, will be worn - after G gets a little bigger and doesn't try to eat everything.

The notebook is very cute - I may put it in my purse to write down odd thoughts that need to be written down (like "bring pediatrician's baby's present to G's 12 month appointment").

I think the mini clothes pins will be put to work at my desk - when we get around to moving downstairs, that is.

The book mark will be used to mark my place in a book.

The cookies are delicious! I have promised little Q that he can have some - if he eats his lunch. Do you really want me to say more?

And the Cadbury Creme egg? All MINE!!! I don't like sharing those, and since it's my goodie package - I'M NOT SHARING!!

THANKS TOKI!!

G's first "bonk"

2008-03-05T12:57:00.001-08:00

Kids sitting peacefully next to each other, playing with different things. Suddenly a piercing cry is made, and when I look over: G is laying on her side, crying and screaming. I scoop her up, holding her close, and notice the blood dripping from her lip. Yup, the first bonk is always the worst! She bit her lip just hard enough to make it bleed - down her chin, dripping onto her clothes. (The part of me that isn't consumed with calming both kids down, comforting G, and getting the blood cleaned up is quite happy I put her in pink today.) [One hour after the event, Q admits to pushing G; we had a discussion about pushing and how it's not nice to do. "Yes it is!" was his response. Oh boy, it's going to be a fun day.]

Fast forward about 30 minutes, G is again happily playing with the metal bowl, and now Q is sitting on the edge of the toy box. You guessed it! The toy box tipped over, causing Q to fall on his ass. This scares him, quite a lot, and I get the distinct pleasure of listening to him scream. Then G starts to scream - in sympathy, I'm sure. After about 5 minutes, I finally get them calmed down, and now they are enjoying their lunch.

Ibuprofen, please.

[Q wanted to feed G during lunch, and somehow or another managed to fall of his chair and land, literally, on his head. How does he do these things??]

Wild Jenga nights!

2008-03-02T12:57:00.000-08:00

I played Jenga for the first time last week. It was fun, we had a great time, and I was willing to play it again. I tried practicing this past week for last night, but trying to practice a balancing game with a 3-year old is rather difficult.

C had a great time riding Moo, the yellow horse. (Moo was named by Quin when he was about 20 months old, and had a difficult time remembering that horses go neigh and cows go moo.)

She also had fun sitting in Quin's "Thinking Chair" - watch some Blue's Clues for an explanation.

The evening's entertainment by C wasn't over yet! G managed to hit her in the nose during a very dramatic Jenga move. Then, in retaliation, she managed to kick him. This caused a glass of Merlot to fall onto our beige carpet. Who says (mostly) 30-somethings can't have fun?

Friday night philosophy

2008-02-22T22:01:00.000-08:00

What is it about relationships that cause sane people to become stark raving mad? No, Q and I aren't fighting, but I've been thinking about it a lot recently. I have a friend who's currently having an affair, and (my take) she's feeling guilty about being so happy, and is almost hoping her husband will find out in a manner that doesn't require her to tell him.

What's the big deal? What's so wrong about people changing, but still wanting to be happy? Q and I have been together for 11 years, and married for 6 years. Not every moment has been blissful (what true relationship is 100% candy and flowers?), but I have always wanted him to be happy. I know that part of that is not being around me. Let's face it, I can be a total bitch some times. Ok, maybe most of the time. I'm overbearing, and I like people to do things my way (after all, it's usually better, right?). I do temper that, and am not always an A personality. But I do want Q to be happy.

So why the guilt in having an affair? People change through time, and their needs change as well. If a relationship is to stay together, it must change and grow as well. If you are ultimately happy and satisfied with your current relationship, but you want a little extra spice in your life, what's wrong with finding it, and (hopefully) ultimately adding it to your current relationship in order to help strengthen it? If everyone is OK with the situation, that is.

Living Simple had an article on what makes a lasting relationship (Feb 2008 issue), and the following stuck out (paraphrased due to the magazine no longer being in the house):

- Always argue naked (this has it's obvious pros and cons; fines for indecent exposure could escalate if the couple in question tend to argue in public).

- If you don't see eye to eye on sex and money, it won't last (although half of this is why I'm posting).

- Don't go into a relationship trying to change someone (if you're not happy with who they are to begin with, why will you be happy with them 5, 10, or 15+ years down the road).

So, thought #2: sex. Why is it that this society is so hung up on monogamy? Is it due to our Christian/puritan heritage? Or something else? Other cultures have "allowed" polygamy without negative consequences, so why is it such a stigma for people to be in multiple relationships? If everyone in the situation is happy, why does it bother people outside of the situation? Isn't it up to the individuals in question to decide if the situation is working? Why should it be up to the public to decide some people's happiness? Not everyone is interested in this sort of relationship, but if you know people who are happy with this arrangement, why not be happy for them? And, let's face it, break ups suck, and having a partner stand by you when the third leaves can be very beneficial to the healing process.

To simplify: I'm not very excited about the Hello Kitty toaster, but I'm happy that Toki is happy with her toaster. I wouldn't be interested in owning one, but if she wants a smiling cat on her toast every morning, more power to her. Why is it so different when people are involved, when those who are involved are happy with the situation?

Stud finders

2008-02-16T12:58:00.000-08:00

I hate them. With a passion. They never work consistently, they're not reliable, and they're out to get me. We've tried about 5 different stud finders since owning this house (I don't know how many while we rented), and NONE of them work for me. Q, on the other hand, looks at all my careful little pencil marks, does his stud finder magic, and lo and behold! I wasn't even close. It's humiliating, and, next to working the drill, is the main reason I don't do home improvement projects. I've tried saying "OK, the stud finder says there's a stud here three times, so I'll go ahead and drill with the drill bit the directions call for." And what do I find? NO STUD. And, after Q graciously listens to my rant and finds a stud for me, I use the drill (with the bit recommended by the instructions), and it doesn't work. So, after Q calms down my hysterics, he grabs a bit out of the box (it is also magic as to how the one he grabs works, but the one I use - as instructed by the directions - doesn't work), and proceeds to do the home improvement project for me.

All I wanted to do was hang some drapes in Quin's room and take down the partially destroyed blinds.

Stud finders: 10,856,762,873,647
Lirri: 0

They say...

2007-12-30T13:46:00.000-08:00

that if you can deal with them as toddlers, you can deal with them as teenagers. I think I'm in for a very rough ride during Quin's teenage years.

He knows how to push all my buttons right now, and it's all I can do to not break down and yell at my child for part, if not most, of many days. Take today. Q and I were up before the kids; when they decided to grace us with their presence, Quin was in a good mood. Then I had the temerity to ask him to get into undies (and out of his dirty diaper) before eating breakfast. That started the whining. Then I told him he couldn't have animal crackers, goldfish, or cookies for breakfast. But he could have Cheerios. That made him marginally happier. Then I asked him to get dressed. Five times. The whining was pretty bad, and the tantrums started after about request #3. "No, Mama do it, Mama help me." I told him that if he was too little to get dressed by himself, that he was too little to go sledding, and that he had to put his own clothes on if he wanted to go sledding. Then the tantrums started in earnest. So. 1.5 hours after he woke up, we were finally in the car and on our way to the park. Quin played on the slides for a bit before he decided he was ready to sled. He went down a couple of times, then decided that he wanted to pull me down the hill ("Puuulllll!!" "Quin you might want to wait until you're a little bigger to pull me." "Puuullllll!!!!"). He finally wanted to ride in the sled again, and had a great time. We went back to the house, and as soon as we pulled into the garage, the whining started again. Oh, and the tantrums. We returned at 11:30, and had lunch at 12:00. In between we had two time outs, several "go ask Dada to help you," and many "you may not hit or kick your sister!"

On the plus side, he was happy to go potty before and after sledding, even if he did ask to use the "little potty" - the one that's a glorified chamber pot.

Peanut gallery

2007-12-18T23:24:00.000-08:00

Is this better? I played a bit with the colors, and I'm not sure if I made it too monochromatic - still debating that one. It's the same look, and the reason I went with the other template was for something different. Kinda like trying a new eyeliner color - just a bit of a change. I wasn't sure about the other one, and didn't really like how it was all pushed over to the edge, but it was different, which is what I needed. I'll stop rambling now, and "save" Q and Quin from a crying Gretchen.

The "What if?" Game

2007-12-07T22:32:00.000-08:00

What if I had stayed together with Jeff (the guy who I dated for a year, then went to Texas for exchange the year I met Q)? Would I have stayed in geology? Would I have had the guts to try for my engineering degree? Would I now have three kids? (Not that they could be nearly as wonderful as my two!) Jeff was a TV couch potato, not a bookworm (or a computer geek); how would that have influenced our relationship? Would I be divorced by now because he couldn't accept that I was (book) smarter than him? That I wasn't his ideal (short, blonde, big chested - one out of three ain't bad, right?)?

What if I had decided to go to Washington State University? I wouldn't have met Q at all. I probably would have majored in forestry (my first major was natural resources management, then it switched to geology, then I added geological engineering), and I probably would have stayed in better contact with friends from high school. BUT then I would have been closer to John the stalker. The guy who wouldn't take no for an answer, and who I should have filed a restraining order against. The guy who was convinced that I would marry him, not mind that he liked to hit the wall next to my head (OK, so he only did it once, but that's once too often for me), and have his babies (the first would be a boy, and would never even think about being gay; the next would be a girl, who could be a lesbian, but he would rather she wasn't - it's strange the things I remember). However, I would have been physically closer to my cousins, who went to WSU, as well as physically closer to my family. Would I have stayed with one of my high school boy friends?

What if I was still working full time? Would I be a better parent? Would I be floundering in guilt that I wasn't able to raise my children? Would I look forward to the kids' bedtimes as much as I currently do? I don't know if I'd be more patient - Mondays are hard for me already, and I only work about 6 hours (a long lunch break for nursing Gretchen). Would I instead be pulling my hair out and crying every night?

What if Q hadn't looked at me twice? I was fortunate that he was at the end of a souring relationship when I met him. Oh, and I was dating Jeff, who was on exchange in Texas, who would only call me when he was drunk (we had both just turned 21). But if Q's girl friend hadn't been a flake, or if they'd had a better relationship, would I have had a chance of winning his affection?

Lots of "what if's" out there. How different would our nation - heck, our world! - be if Bush hadn't been elected president? Either election. What if most Americans bothered to think for themselves instead of what was spoon fed to them through their church and the media? What if the Romans hadn't turned Christian? Would we have a space station on Mars by now if technology and science hadn't been heresy?

I'm feeling contemplative tonight. Toki's diary post started me thinking about the decisions I have made (or ignored) through my adult life. Most of my adult life has been spent with Q as a partner. (Scary, isn't it?) He's my best friend - I can talk to him about any thing, although there are certain (mostly female) subjects that he really doesn't care to listen to. Yes, I often make him listen anyways.

What in your life makes you go "huh?"

Flop

2007-11-23T13:11:00.001-08:00

Yup. That last one was a flop. Oh well; sometimes you hit the target, and sometimes you fail spectacularly! Ideas on posting... how my son is repeating that he doesn't like his sister; or how my son likes to throw tantrums over the smallest, most trivial point; or maybe how my husband is teaching my son to sing odd songs ("chickens in my underwear, chickens in my magic newt" is currently being sung - don't ask me what the tune is, ask Q!)?

Q - what is a magic newt???!!!

Or, how about my current favorite: what causes all electronics near me to die?? I can't get my new Palm to even think about syncing with my computer, not to mention getting the stupid software to finish loading on my computer!

On a more positive note (I'm trying to improve my mood today, and having problems), my friend Lisa (a.k.a. Elle) is once again selling delicious truffles and caramels to raise money for adoption. So, if you want to enjoy some wonderful candy, get some holiday shopping done without any pain on your part, and help a good cause, go to http://lifeofelle.com/sweethope/Ordering.html (or use the link on the right).

Let's Torture Toki!

2007-10-03T16:09:00.000-07:00

I can't wait to see Q's graphics for this meme! (Which is why Toki will be tortured.)

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car),
Star Prius

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie),
peanut butter chocolate-squared chip

3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name),
J-Wut

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal),
Blue Horse

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born),
Lee Olympia

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first),
Wut-Je

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink),
The Green Water

8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers),
Albert Edward

9. STRIPPER NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy),
LavenderFudge

10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names ),
Carol Ray

11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter),
Kressin Kirkland

12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower).
Autumn Tulip

13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Mango Shirty

14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree),
Kashi Mountain Ash

15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”)
The Quilting Rain Tour

Molasses Cookies

2007-09-20T11:22:00.000-07:00

From Cooking Light, date unknown

½ cup unsweetened applesauce
1-1/4 cups sugar, divided
6 Tablespoons butter, softened
¼ cup dark molasses
1 large egg
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup whole wheat pastry flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
½ teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon ground ginger
½ teaspoon ground cloves
cooking spray

1. Spoon applesauce onto several layers of heavy-duty paper towels; spread to ½ inch thickness. Cover with additional paper towels; let stand 5 minutes. Scrape into a bowl using a rubber spatula.

2. Combine applesauce, 1 cup sugar, and butter; beat with a mixer at medium speed until well blended (about 3 minutes). Add molasses and egg; beat well.

3. Lightly spoon flours into dry measuring cups; level with a knife. Combine fours and next 5 ingredients (flours through cloves), stirring well with a whisk. Gradually add flour mixture to sugar mixture, beating until well blended. Cover and freeze dough 30 minutes or until firm.

4. Preheat oven to 375°.

5. With moist hands, shape dough into 1-inch balls. Roll balls in ¼ cup sugar. Place 3 inches apart on baking sheets coated with cooking spray. Bake at 375° for 8 to 10 minutes. Cool on pans 5 minutes. Remove from pans; cool completely on wire racks. Yield: 32 cookies (I usually get much more, even with 1" balls, although mine are usually smaller - easier for the toddler to eat!)

Nutrition info:
Serving size: 1 cookie
Calories: 88 (25% from fat)
Fat: 2.4g (sat. 1.4g, mono 0.7g, poly 0.1g)
Protein: 1.2g
Carb: 16g
Fiber: 0.7g
Cholesterol: 12mg
Iron: 0.7g
Sodium: 141mg
Calcium: 16mg

"Mama be a cow"

2007-09-02T12:43:00.002-07:00

At first I thought I should be offended, but then it occurred to me that Quin is 2, he doesn't understand that asking someone to be a cow is potentially offensive. So instead I mooed. And then the animal requests came fast and furious.

"Mama do it"

2007-08-29T16:34:00.000-07:00

I loath those three words. That's all I hear these days: "Mama do it." I don't have an independent toddler; occasionally I will be told "Quin do it," but these are few and far between. He's currently in his room, whining and sniveling because I won't put his pants on. He knows how to put his own pants on. I even took mine off to demonstrate the technique. But he insisted that only I could put on his pants. I told him to let me know when his pants were on, then we'd go for a walk. He's still working on that concept, and the whining is rapidly turning into a tantrum.

His pants are on, so we're off for a walk.

Oh, and Q, some chocolate would be MUCH appreciated.

HP7

2007-07-24T14:15:00.000-07:00

I think the only thing worse than waiting for book 7 is reading book 7 two pages at a time. Humph.

"Due to insufficient information...

2007-07-13T16:56:00.000-07:00

... we will no longer be communicating with you on the blog we deleted." Ok that wasn't quite what Blogger help said, but the nutshell version is so much more crass: FUCK YOU, Lirri. So, I now have a many hour date with my computer, recreating my blog so that the kids will still have those funny stories. My memory is not the strongest, and therefore I have to write stuff down (although I still can't look at cheesecake without remembering the easter I spent with Toki and Fizzie). I will be recreating the other blog, but I think it will wait a while longer, on the off chance Blogger help decides to be helpful. Until then, you'll just have to imagine what the kids look like. Hint: Gretchen looks almost exactly like Quin did at 3 months!

It's been a wonderful month.

Toki's tag

2007-07-03T17:45:00.000-07:00

My roommate and I once: shared a boyfriend. An interesting experience I don't recommend!

Never in my life: have I tried drugs. (One of the few places I'm innocent!)

High school was: Interesting. I was a band geek to the core, and was even a squad leader for our marching band!

When I'm nervous: I talk more or am quiet, depending on the situation. With friends, I talk more, with strangers, I am more quiet.

My hair: Is mouse brown. It matches my shit-colored eyes.

When I was 5: I liked to pick fights and my older sister had to rescue me.

When I turn my head left: I see the kitchen.

I should be: Working.

By this time next year: I will have a 3-year old and a 1-year old. I also hope to have found my sanity!!

My favorite aunt is: My mom's sister, Wendy

I have a hard time understanding: Why people do unethical things like cheating.

You know I like you if: I tease you.

My ideal breakfast is: Coffee cake, scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and orange juice!

If you visit my home town: you'll be in the capitol of Washington.

If you spend the night at my house: you'll be sleeping on the couch!

My favorite blonde is: I have no idea.

My favorite brunette is: Robin Williams.

The animal I would like to see flying besides birds: is horses. I'm a romantic at heart!

I shouldn't have been: frustrated with Quin earlier.

Last night I: woke up every two hours between 3am and 9am to feed Gretchen.

A better name for me would be: something without hard sounds.

If I could have any car, it would be: my Honda Prius.