Phew…you found me!

Yep, it’s really me, despite the COOL new header and two sidebars.

Want proof?! Here’s my old header:

*yawn* I know, that was so boring and not reflective of my personality in the least.

I’m still working on getting unpacked over here. Having difficulties getting my widgets in my sidebars. They don’t want to display for some reason. Any HOW TO advice in that department would be greatly appreciated.

I’m loving the page tabs up above. Check out my Blog Roll.

Sign up for my new RSS.

I’m working hard to get this 100% ready.

My Blogiversary is TODAY I can’t believe I’ve been doing this for an entire year. I will have special post tomorrow to celebrate. Today, I need to clean house and get this situated over here.

Drop me a line if you made it here. I’d like to know if the whole A Name, DNS thingy switched over properly.

Update 3:30pm:

OK, so apparently, I cannot get the widgets to work here because you have to use wordpress.org instead of the free wordpress.com.  AGH!!!!!!!!  I’m going to sit here for a few days and see how much I actually miss widgets.  My guess is that I will be doing something differently.  SFMF.

Haiku Friday: Nothing to see

Nothing to see here
Switching over to WordPress
Hope to be done soon

Transferred all my posts
Pictures were not so easy
Updating blog roll

New header half done
Might just leave as is for now
Looking good…so far

Should be live Sunday
That’s my blogiversary
Stop by to say HI.

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Drunk Dialer

Dear Drunk Dialer;

You have the wrong number.

I’ve told you this many times already. My name is not Sam and I would appreciate if you would STOP calling my cell phone all hours of the night looking for her. Cut the shit already.

You are either too damn drunk to realize that you are consistently dialing the wrong number at 12:30am, 1:00am, 4:30am. OR Sam is one smart chick and she gave you the wrong number on purpose because she realized what a moron you are. Regardless, it needs to stop.

If I get another call from your drunk ass in the wee hours of the morning, be forewarned, I will post YOUR phone number on this website and will allow my internet friends to call you when it’s most inconvenient for you, which I imagine would be in the early hours of the morning since you are up all night. Damn drunk.

Sincerely;

One Tired & Pissed Off Mommy

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This guy is totally pissing me off. He’s called in the middle of the night every day since Friday. Yeah, I know, I could just turn my phone off at night and/or put it on vibrate. But, I have our families trained to call my cell if they need to reach us after 8pm so that they don’t wake up the kids. It’s kind of our emergency line.

Verizon offered to change my number. How fair is that?! They can’t block his number unless I have a court order. Why should I have to change my number just because he is a drunk idiot. The way-too-hilarious-for-8am-customer-service-rep told me to call him before happy hour tonight and try to reason with him to get him to stop calling me. I’m considering it. I have enough disrupting my sleep these days, I certainly don’t need to add HIM to the list.

Stay tuned. I may turn you guys loose on him. Are you in?

Oh, and yes, that is my cell phone…isn’t she pretty?!?

I’m moving…

I am in the process of moving this week.

Nope, The Daddy didn’t get a job.  Not yet.  Still stressed about that, btw.  (Anyone want to hire a construction executive with a master’s degree and over 15 years of project management experience, most recently building restaurants…email me at themommy@mommycosm.com)

*ahem* I digress…

MommyCosm is moving from Squarespace to WordPress on my upcoming Blogiversary.

Hoping that it goes smoothly and you don’t notice anything but a fancy new header and cooler look.  If it’s easy peasy, you’ll still get a few posts from me this week.  If it proves more difficult than I can handle alone, I may not post again until 8/3.

Wish me luck!

Haiku Friday: No rewind button

So NOT in the mood.
Can’t get out of my own way.
It’s wearing on me.

This whole job search thing,
Future not in my control.
Will we have to move?

What about first grade?
What about BamBam’s preschool?
Will we still live here?

I hate not knowing..
Yeah, sure it’s an adventure,
should be exciting

Like a blank canvas.
I can’t shake anxiety,
I want to know NOW.

All of the job leads,
cover letters, interviews,
like a full time job.

Except, I have a job
and I am working more hours
to keep us afloat.

Don’t even mention
reason we hired lawyer,
THAT’s still unresolved.

I am exhausted.
Not the summer I hoped for.
No time to relax.

No time to enjoy
kids and lazy summer days.
I’m getting bitter.

My last nerve is there,
dangling by a thin, thin thread
just about to SNAP!!

I don’t blame husband.
This was so unexpected.
I’m just so…angry.

Trying to be strong.
He doesn’t need extra guilt,
Thinking I’m not well.

I want to rewind
back to this perfect morning
Seems so long ago.

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Not loving some of the new Squarespace upgrades.  I wasn’t able to link to Haiku Friday through the button above.  To join in on Haiku Friday, click here.

We’re not in Kansas, people!

We’re getting nasty thunderstorms today and actually went under a TORNADO warning a bit ago.  What’s the big deal…well, we live in New Hampshire, not tornado alley.

I can probably count on one hand the number of tornado warning that have been issued near us.  I’ve said that I would move anywhere with my husband’s job search, but I honestly don’t think I could handle the stress of tornadoes.  Not my idea of a good time.  It’s safe to say that I would take snow over tornadoes any day…and you KNOW how much I HATE snow.

SO, we’re chilling in our basement, not exactly roughing it.  We have a plasma tv, Wii and playroom down here.  So far, we haven’t lost electricity.  The kids are having fun.  The dogs are sleeping, which I guess that’s a good sign, right?  Don’t animals have a heightened sense of impeding danger?

My husband is on the other side of the storms today and wants to come home.  I’m hoping he listens to his wife for once and stays put for a while.

Don’t mind the mess…

I’m in the process of changing MommyCosm over from Squarespace to WordPress.  If you’ve stumbled here accidentally, check me out at www.mommycosm.com.

I’m still trying to unpack a few boxes, paint the walls and hang the pictures over here before I go live.  I’ll switch my main url and send out a notice once I’m all done.

Thanks for your patience.

Mommy

Lazy Mom’s Guide to Growing Pumpkins

1) Have Pumpkin Carving Party in November.

2) Place 2 pumpkins by front door after being too lazy to carve them.

3) Allow to rot.

4) Notice rotted pumpkins in pile of mush with seeds on ground in January.

5) Giggle in the spring when you see seeds still on ground after the snow melts.  Think to self Self, there’s no chance that pumpkins will actually grow there, right?  Naaaahhh…

6) Marvel at the green plants starting to sprout in same area.

7) Count the bright orange flowers, supposedly one flower = one pumpkin…there are at least 6!

I am amazed that there are pumpkins growing by my front steps…who’da thunk it?! My
laziness actually paid off. I might not have to purchase pumpkins for the party this year, yahoo!

For the record, I have a two BLACK thumbs.  I can’t grow anything.  I kill plants within a week whenever anyone tries to put one in my house.  It is absolutely hysterical that these pumpkins are growing on their own.  I smile whenever I go through my front door lately.

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I think that Squarespace has done some random upgrades…I’m having a really, really hard time with spacing and formatting in this post.  I apologize if things look a bit funky.

Super Daddy to the rescue!

We were all a lit-tle overtired when we got up this morning.

We had crazy thunderstorms roll through all night and I kept having dreams of tornados. We actually went under a tornado watch for about 20 minutes earlier in the evening. My husband actually saw a funnel form. Yeah, I know…we live in New Hampshire. I was a bit freaked out. My dreams had basis. We played a game of musical beds throughout the night settling down the kids and dogs.

So, when the kids woke up at the ass crack of dawn, we pulled them both into our bed and called up our favorite early-morning babysitter, PBS. That bought us until about 8am. Then the kids dragged my butt downstairs to make them breakfast. I tried to get my husband up as well by saying Wonder Twin powers activate, form of an awake Mommy. He knocked knuckles with me, rolled over and closed his eyes again. I was a bit bitter.

I was getting into our breakfast groove with the kids when down comes my husband wearing a towel around his neck Super Cape. He declared himself to be Super Daddy today because he needs Super Powers in order to survive the day. The kids were in hysterics.

Princess started listing Super Daddy’s powers:

flying power

whining power

manners power

wash your hands power

listening power

and…

POOPING POWER…Daddy can clear a room with his stinky farts!

Too funny!

We made him promise to use his powers for good instead of evil. I threatened to pull out my Wonder Woman Underoos. After all Anything boys can do, girls can do better, right?

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For those of you who noticed, the post with that very name has been removed. You can email me to ask about it. I called someone a really good bad name and we felt that it should be removed, for now…slander, blah, blah, blah.

Haiku Friday: Peaceful Solitude

Hey, can you hear that?
No? Lean in close and listen.
You hear anything?

The sound of my kids…
Whining, fighting and crying?
Are you sure? Nothing?

Just peace and quiet…
I have all day to myself.
They just drove away.

No big plans really.
A few errands and cleaning…
quicker by myself.

I can work in peace.
Perhaps watch Days of Our Lives.
Maybe take a nap?!

A day to myself.
One day is just long enough
to rest and recharge.