Help?

I log into blogger and all of the sudden fonts aren't there? Or anything rather...

Oh well. I just have a small question

Do any of you smart/more experienced/savvy/amazing bloggers know how to add a song into a post?

Not like an MP3 player that you can put on the side and have people listen to, like a little bar type thing that you can put in the bottom/middle/wherever-you-want of your post that only has one song?

My sister asked me, but the only ways I have tried send me back to the file hosting website...

And I don't want that

So, if any of you know...could you please tell me??

Thanks!!






ps a real post to follow sometime tonight :)

The feline race is not for me!!

I've been kind of MIA this week

We've had a little bit of family trauma happening

For those of you who don't read my sister's blog

She just had a baby

Last Friday to be exact

Little Emily is her name

(I guess if you're going to get technical, little isn't technically part of her name...but that's what I call her)

Little Emily has some heart problems...she's had them for awhile

Today they had to perform open heart surgery to fix some of here valves that didn't grow properly while she was in the womb

So my heart and mind have been a little preoccupied with that


Luckily she won't have to have surgery again for another 6 months, and that should be the only other surgery she has to have 


*crosses fingers*


The other night Boyfriend and I were sitting on the couch talking and I mentioned that I had the song "Everybody Wants to be a Cat" from The Aristocats stuck in my head


This is the conversation that ensued:


B: "Everybody wants to be a cat, huh?"

Me: "Well wouldn't you?"


B: "Why would you?"


Me: "You don't have to work, your food is provided for you, you get to wander around and live your own life, sleep whenever you want...it's a great life!!"


B: "Hmmm...I guess so...maybe we should become cats!!"


Me: "Sounds good to me. Oh wait, I forgot about something..."

B: "What's that?"


Me: "Cats have HUGE litters!!"


B: "And?"

Me: "I don't want to have 9 kids all at once..."


B: "..."


Me: "I guess that settles it. We'll stay human. No cat life for us."


As you can see, we take things seriously


Very, very, very seriously

You're not the boss of me

That's what my niece Sami says all the time

Most especially to me

I don't mean to boss her around...she just happens to think that anything I say is essentially doing that

I know that it's just her age, and she's cute and I love her...but some days? I get reallllly tired of hearing it

I usually just roll my eyes slightly and walk away

Like the other day Boyfriend and I took her and her two older sisters to DQ to get a chocolate dipped ice cream cone

Things went really well until Sami wanted to get out and throw away her napkin

I was afraid that if she got out she wouldn't come back, so I told her to wait until everyone was finished

"You're not the boss of me"

Actually, Sami, right now I'm the boss of you, Erika, and Gabi because your mommy and daddy aren't here

Or the other day she was in Peach's office and pulled some chocolate out of a bag to eat, I told her to make sure to ask Peach first since it was her chocolate

"You're not the boss of me"

Today I was at work dropping something off for my sister and Mama Smurf asked me to go get her some lunch, so I was getting her debit card out of her purse and Sami happened to walk by

"Don't get in my Grandma's purse!!"

I wanted to say "You're not the boss of me!!"

But I didn't, I just told her that Grandma had asked me to get something for her

She even brought up that particular topic at Sunday dinner, bringing up when certain people were allowed to be the boss of her and when they weren't

She didn't once bring up my name, so I guess I'm never allowed to be the boss of her

So my question is...

Can I make a list too?

Can I say to Mr Boss man

"You're not the boss of me"?

It would be really nice if I could get away with that....

2 legs are enough for me...

I had a very very traumatizing night last night

I think it tops the list of traumatizing nights

It kind of tied in with the long day I had though...

Boyfriend and I went to Ikea to get me a new bed frame to fit the queen mattresses Mama Smurf bequeathed me (only she hasn't died so it wasn't in her will...although that makes me wonder what will be in her will...)

It was supposed to be an easy process...but there ended up being BIG GINORMOUS BOULDERS that we had to climb over in order to get to the easy part

(the BIG GINORMOUS BOULDERS will be affectionately known from this point on as BGB)

BGB #1: Driving to my sister's house to get a check from her only to find out she was at work...not at home. Silly me, I should have known

Drive to work, find said sister, open my mouth to talk only to be interrupted by a customer

Wait till she's done only to find out her checkbook was at my brother's house...

BGB b. Remember my car that I sold? It used to be the family truck that I would use to transport big stuff...

Boyfriend's car doesn't even come close to comparing

Ask Mama Smurf if we can take her car, but she had to be somewhere at 1:00

Come back to Peach's office to see if we can use her car, only to find out Peach isn't in her office

Walk back up to the store to find her there, hiding from me (not really, but it sounds better) in another sister's office

She requests that I ask if I can take the truck first

Go find my brother, he tells me I can as long as I'm sure it will fit in the truck

Go use other brother's computer to look up dimensions of the box 

Find out it can fit in the truck, take Boyfriend's car back to the office where the truck is, get the key and we're off

(you might think the difficulties end here....don't let your optimism mislead you) 

BGB numero 3 - Get to Ikea and can't find a cart anywhere 

(Boyfriend has a hard time walking around for a long period of time without having something to lean on...hence the importance of the cart)

Look, look, look...no cart

Take off anyway because we were in a bit of a hurry

BGB letter D:

Find the frame, love the frame, write down the numbers, carry on our merry way (I was trying to hurry, because as much as Boyfriend says he doesn't care and he's fine, I try to take care of him)

Keep walking, walk past the section of slated bed bases and skid to a stop

Tell Boyfriend I think I need one of those

Walk back to the frames to be sure, find out I do, and make our way back to write down the number of the thing

BGB number 5 =

Get down to the bottom, find the carts, get me a couple of pillows (mine hurt me), and head off to the section where you find the stuff

Load it all up on to the cart, make our way to the checkout stand only to realize (Boyfriend chose this moment to say he had already realized...whatever) that the boxes won't fit through

Have it slide off the cart about 20 times (that may or may not be an exaggeration) before we finally get it all re-situated and ready to go 

BGB f - 

Walk up to the scanner (which is probably my favorite part of Ikea) only to have it not want to scan one of the boxes

A dude came over, helped out, and I greedily thankfully took back the hand scanner thingy

Only to have another box not scan because some plastic wrap whatever was covering the bar code...

Cue Mr. Dude again, who just finished scanning the rest of it

(I'm glad he couldn't see me glaring at him behind his back...)

The rest of the trip went without incident until we were unloading it from the back of the truck (which would be BGB 7) where one of the boxes snagged on some screws and I had to get up and lift it up while Boyfriend dragged it out

By that point I was so tired of the day that I just put them in the garage and there they sit today

The rest of the day passed without incident...

Boyfriend played a game while I downloaded new Photoshop brushes (which is my new favorite thing to do)

And then the evening came

Things always happen when Boyfriend leaves to go home

Like finding spiders and such

You see, me and spiders? We're not friends

I'm kinda like Ron Weasely from Harry Potter in that aspect

Although I like to think I stay a little more calm about it than he does...

But then again, I've never come across spiders as big as he has...so I guess I wouldn't know...

Last night, unfortunately, was no different

I was getting ready for bed and was fixing the blankets on my bed when I accidentally lifted a corner of the bottom one only to find a spider on my mattress

After the squealing session, I went and got some TP to nab it....it evaded the nabbing on the first try, but I prevailed

Only problem was, I couldn't go to bed after that

I decided to wait a few minutes and give the spiders some time to clear out

I was out looking for some more brushes when I noticed a little bulge under my shirt on my stomach

I looked to see what it was, expecting to see crumbs or something

But no

Something much much worse

(this is the traumatizing part of the story)

There was a spider there

That I had unknowingly squished and killed

On my stomach

Just chilling like it belonged there

Suffice it to say, there was a little bit of a freak out session

I even almost showered

And I would have if I didn't have a fresh layer of lotion on my legs

I did take everything off and throw it in the dirty clothes 

I then proceeded to check every inch of my body to make sure he didn't have any friends hanging out

It took me probably 20 minutes to calm down enough that I convinced myself to go to bed

But that's not without shaking my blankets about 5 times...

And praying really hard that I could remain spider free for the evening

And every evening after that

*shudder* It still grosses me out

I'll tell you one thing, it makes me want to go set up my bed frame now so that I can get out of the room where my mattresses are and spray every inch of every room so that I don't have any more spiders...

*shudder*

And if you have made it to the end of this post, I will be incredibly impressed

Now if you'll excuse me, I must go kill every 8-legged creature in site...

Oh, and the easy part after the BGB annoyances? Closing the garage door...

Waterworks time!!

You might possibly know you're a bit of a crier if...

You watch the movie "A League of Their Own" and cry your little heart out through the whole last part of the movie

You have a Harry Potter marathon before going to see the last one and you cry through every. single. one.

Especially the last one

Probably about four or five separate times

You watch the movie "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" and cry about four different times

You cry at church when you sing this song that I shared with you a year ago

We sang it again this year

I only made it through 1 1/2 verses...

You cry when you watch any sort of commercial on the family

You cry when you read blog posts

You cry when you read facebook statusi (the plural of status...I just made it up :)

There were more, but I don't remember anymore

It gets worse the older I get

It's a good thing Boyfriend thinks it's cute

I always roll my eyes when he says that

Speaking of Boyfriend, this is the text I got from him yesterday morning:

"Good morn unto you my beloved. I hast spent my eve in slumber amidst the joyous thought of thee."

Seriously? How could that not make me melt like butter on a hot frying pan?

Oh, it does :)

And how could I not love him??

Oh, I do :)

Now I'm off in search of a movie that won't make me cry

Some type of action movie

Maybe....Iron Man?

Band-Aid anyone??

I'm really talented

It's true, I am

I always trip over imaginary things, make walls move so that I bump into them

I swear I could cut myself on the safest thing imaginable

Pillow? Blanket? Balloon?

Take your pick

They would probably make me bleed so bad I would start hemorrhaging

I have a scar on my finger from when I sliced it with the lid of a tuna can

(I would share a picture, but I'm currently without internet connection)

I have another scar on my lip from when I somehow crashed my bike (on one of those imaginary gremlins) and slammed my lip into my handlebar

I have another scar (kinda looks like a crater) from when I was walking the the stairs and tripped on my third foot and rammed my leg into the gold plated trimming we had lining the top of the stairs

Stairs, it turns out, are more dangerous than mountain climbing

I should probably stop there...my scars could go on for pages

The point of this is this

The other day Boyfriend and I were watching one of the Harry Potter movies to prepare ourselves for the grand finale (which, was amazing) and while we were watching it we were making a red sauce for dinner on Sunday. I was in charge of cutting the veggies up, and I had just bought a new slicer which I was stoked to use...

I bet you can see where this is going

I had my head turned watching HP for like two seconds and during those two seconds...I caused a whole lot of pain for myself

*sigh*

The story of my life...

In other news, I participated in a guest post where I pretended to be a squirrel over here

Go ahead and check it out if you would like

I shall return soon...I have many scintillating stories to share

Until then, I must go find a hose to slice my hand with....