Friday, July 31, 2009
So as I was laying in bed trying to figure out what to write about in conjunction with this weeks spin from Jen over at Sprites Keeper when I heard a knocking sound and my dog growling. So my heart started to race a little bit. And the sound just kept happening. Then I heard the wind rustling the trees. And then my mind started to wander. It went to the place where I rolled over in bed and saw an intruder standing in my living room. I scrambled to get out of bed and push my dresser and bed against the door happy that I had my cell phone so I could call 911. The intruder goes into the kitchen and grabs a knife and is trying to open the door with the knife. Why? Who knows! But then reality sets in and I realize my imagination is a funny thing. I go let my dog out and what a shock...there are people hammering on my neighbors shed. Maybe I should be a fiction writer! Except the only material I would get would be about 5 pages. Not much more.It's funny how your mind can turn a mole hill into a mountain.
Working at a bank, we are supposed to "practice" what we would do in case of a robbery. I don't think the bank would appreciate me wetting my pants once a month just to practice what I would do. We all have scenarios in our mind what we would do in case of a fire, or in case our kids or family members are in serious trouble but my mind always takes me to a place where they are always rescued but the scenarios are outrageous. Nothing like, oh Leo fell off his bike and broke his arm. They were when he was a baby and the house was on fire and I had to run through the burning hallway and then jump out of the window with him hoping he would safely make it from a 7ish foot drop. I guess maybe our minds are helping us because if we can survive that we can survive the little things.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Me: He's touching me
Brock: I'm not touching her, I just have my finger right by her face.
Me: Mom, tell him to quit...he's touching me...wah wah wah.
And then the most ridiculous thing happened that shut us the heck up. My mom slammed on the breaks and dropped the F-bomb. Now, my mother is a woman of peace. She does not cuss, and is usually the pretty calm one. When this happened we just shut right up because the ish was about to hit the fan. I don't really remember what happened after that. If we got in trouble when we got home or if we just quietly skirted to our rooms to make sure that D-Day wouldn't happen that day.
But this is where it gets funny...my brother and I are very close now. Not close where we talk to each other daily or anything like that but the big stuff that matters we actually talk about. Have normal conversations. I watch his kid and he can watch mine. I'm going to be in his wedding next summer as a bridesmaid (obviously for his fiancee and not him) but still. He has respect enough in me that he wants me in it. And he of course was in my wedding. Funny how a few (10-15) years ago we hated each others guts but when something goes down he will be one of the first I call or email. It's nice to have him and his family close by so if I want to see him I can. Or if I have something to give him I can swing by. It's just nice that we don't have to have our mom screaming at us to get along. Maybe we should be thanking her for not pushing us together but letting us come together. Whatever way...he is definitely my friend!
If you want to hear other people talk about their friends head over to Sprite's Keeper www.spriteskeeper.com/my_weblog/2009/07/spin-cycle-friendship-friendship-just-the-perfect-blendship.html
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
On a side note...I did see my boss today and her cute, sweet baby boy. I held him and cuddled him. Then I smelled my hand (not on purpose...I'm not that creepy!) and the first thought that popped in my head was, oh my gosh, my son is going to be just like a pet, smell the new baby smell on me and think, where the hell has she been holding other kids. That is so not cool! Ok, yeah, now you can really call me a dork!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
The thing that kills me though is that he is the perfect angel 70% of the time and the other 30% is what drives me bonkers and makes me want to drop-kick the little runt! He tells me when he is getting in trouble...I be nice...only to not be nice in the upcoming 5 minutes. I know he is just trying to get out of trouble for the time being, but that cute little, innocent face just stares at me and I can't keep him in trouble for too long. Also, as a 2-year-old there is only so much discipline or bargaining you can do. I can tell him he won't get to go to storytime if he misbehaves, but if he is misbehaving the only thing I want to do is get him out of the house because he almost always behaves in public. I know that is not the right way to look at things but if he's out of the house he will behave and he won't be grating on my last nerve.
What do you people think? Are 2-year-olds honestly responsible for their behavior? Do you think you can reason with them? If so, does anyone have any extra room for a little munchkin for the rest of the summer? :)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Yep, you heard it here! I was at music theater and during intermission I was getting on my phone to check out Olive Gardens menu since I would be dining there later that evening when I saw I had 4 text messages. All from said boss. She told me I jinxed her because the night before I asked her how she was doing and she responded saying G2 was doing as he was supposed to. Little did we know fate would intervene and Nolan Gillen was born yesterday. My second half of Kiss Me Kate was ruined because my head was running over possible schedule scenarios trying to replace her in our schedule. I did still end up going to the Olive Garden to eat dinner with some girls I graduated college with and my life is going infinitely better than theirs (knock on wood.) One of them, her dad just died last week and the other one told us she got a divorce (or that her husband divorced her). You could tell the pain was still there. Those stories are a different post in themselves though. So, I left dinner refreshed yet pained by my friends pain. I ran home, got my son and skedaddled up to the hospital to meet the little bundle of joy. He has a head full of dark hair (funny because his brother probably din't have that much hair until he was almost 2! And he is blonde!) She is dark headed and her husband is blonde so they now have one of each! Anywho...then after the hospital we stopped by the grocery store to pick up Band-Aids and Benadryl because my 2-year old is covered in mosquito bites. I actually made him wear a coat in 97 degree heat because he wouldn't quit scratching them. Poor little thing. And then my husband made me completely paranoid because on the bottle of Benadryl it says not to give to 2-5 year olds without talking to your dr. and I told him my mom said it was ok but then I had to google it because I'm crazy like that. Then I stayed up until almost 11 trying to find the best possible scenarios for the week!
Then this morning I woke up and said mosquito bites were no better and I had a text already telling me that someone was calling in. Fabulosity! Happy monday! I hope everyone elses weekend was great! And I also hope everyone has a great week!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
We see the 50 thousand fireworks tents lined up and down the streets and he sees the blue ones and the red ones and the green ones and they all have FIREWORKS inside of them. He is crazy about them. And at night when we are sitting in doing something very classy (like watching tv) and he hears the fireworks he lowers his voice to a whisper and says in awe "fireworks!" And then finally on Monday I told him that if he was good that mommy and daddy would take him to the big tents to get some fireworks for him and he just looked at me with the biggest smile on his face and said "What!!!!!" Too cute.
I guess my hope is that he is not terrified once we get down to the nitty gritty of the fireworks. The loud pops, the screeching, annoying ones. I hope he love, love loves them as much as he is excited to see everything related to them. So I hope everyone elses 4th of July is just as fabulous as I hope ours will be! ANd if you want to see other peoples spins about kids check them out at Sprites Keeper www.spriteskeeper.com/my_weblog/2009/07/spin-cycle-playing-devils-advokid.html