Tulip's Tantrums

It's been deemed pizza night in our house, which means I can either make the pizza or buy the pizza or buy and then make the pizza. I've opted for the former latter, ergo ... The house is already full with 4 teens. There are 4 more coming because once again there is NO SCHOOL ! Unbelievable. Tonight I am going to soak with my book and then hopefully snooze through the night. If the noise gets to be too much, I am pretty sure me coming down the stairs in my night shirt will cause more than a few nightmares. Toodles!

OMG! I'm wearing layers of clothing, typing with just my finger tips exposed, and still I'm cold. And that's IN the house. LOL It is -39 this morning. Thankfully there is no wind. Drey and I just returned from a little jaunt to 7-11, because I decided not to drive out to his work. We could see one house length in front of us. Scary. Time to get to work; Braunt's driving me so the car can stay in the garage today. Toodles!

What a glorious day - My flex day. The little extra time spent at the office pays off with this one beautiful day off during the week. I was going to do some shopping, maybe have lunch with a friend. Hit up some thrift stores, whatever! Then I woke up. Our thermometer beside the house is registering -30. The one by the garage appears to be about -33. Then there's the wind chill factor - one site is showing -46 and the other -47! That isn't very conducive to going anywhere, let alone hopping in and out of the car. Bloody hell! Speaking of bloody hell, and I only mean that this reminds me of the British, if a young lady and her family would like to speak with me about an incident Braunt was supposedly involved in, I welcome the phone call. There is no need for games of making accusations and threats, rather we should sitting down to discuss things rationally. Alternately you could find out who really perpetrated the egging of your house, and deal with them and their familie

Let's begin '08 with a new keyword for this blog: Liptrum. A liptrum is a tantrum by Tulip. Like it? Tough! It's my word. Time to coin two new words. I am confident they will catch on and lead to my 15 minutes of fame (or at least a spot on the next Biggest Loser show - actually, I'd like that Extreme Makeover one better). My new word is, with spelling variations: Tim dip Timdip Tim-dip tim dip timdip tim-dip (n) The indent on a Timmie's lid that holds the flipped back lid as well as holding beverage overage. As per usual, I am posting this a few days later than originally written. So, go grab a Timmie's and take note if you are a sipper or non-sipper of the timdip. Toodles!

Wishing that your very best of 2007 is your worst of 2008. Last night I played with the little dogs, had fun kicking Dary's butt at Wii, conquered some more guitar hero 3 and hit the sack just after midnight. A call from Kier around 2:30 had me running over to help settle a little guy she was babysitting. My alarm went off at 5:30 so I headed back home to climb into bed until 11 this morning. I awoke to Braunt's lip having 5 stitches from a run in with a friend's fist. I hope the rest of 2008 isn't like the first 12 hours! A year in review on here: January: Started this month the same as many: examining the things I wanted to change and making a commitments to carry through. It lasted until about the 17th. LOL. Highlights include weight, person of the year, aneurysms, fat info, birthdays, kidnapped boys, blog counter hitting 3K. February: sick, death, remembering, editorial, trip. March: Trip to Mexico, anniversary. April: reality, football, more exercise talk, beliefs,