Funny feelings

So for the spin cycle this week we are supposed to intro our favorite post. I don't know that this is my favorite one but I still feel like this sometimes and I'm sure everyone else does too...so here you go...a previous spin for a new spin!

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.

Friend or Foe

Isn't life funny? I think it is. Just thinking about growing up with an extremely annoying older brother who was 3 years older than me. I couldn't stand him and him me. We fought constantly and our parents yelled at us to stop yelling at each other constantly! I think the funniest (and moment I will never forget) moment was when my brother and I were arguing with each other in the backseat. I'm sure the argument went something like this...

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!

My family (Brock, dad, mom, me and little man Mothers Day 2007)

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

I've got baby fever

But I can definitely hold out on my baby-making mindset. My boss just had a baby and we are friends in real life so I actually get to see him and play with him. Well, at least when she lets me! And I just found out today great news that one of my dear cousins is going to have a baby. So that will give me a good year with boss baby and then another year with new family baby! You know since I like to steal babies it's all good! :) Well only for a few hours because then my two year old gets all jealous and decides to dogpile his cousin to get all the attention. Probably wouldn't work for a small child. That will set me up perfectly for the great baby-making plan of 2011. No people...I'm not crazy. Just well organized. I have to be! I figured, if I get prego around February of 2011 I would have said baby around November. This works out perfectly because in my line of work as a banker we are considered "retail" even though we don't sell jack diddly. So, of course November and December are not times that we are really allowed to take vacation. So no holidays to play with family! SO, if I had baby in November then I could save my sick time, plus use 2 weeks of vacation from 2011 and stay on leave until the end of the year plus if I really wanted to I could use 2 weeks of vacation from the next year to extend my leave even further! That would be totally awesome! Ok, you can now call me a dork or even creepy and I don't care! I'm just hoping I can hold out that long! :)

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!