Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Good grief. I really never thought I'd get old. Somehow I think I thought there was no way I'd leave my twenties. I wasn't morbid about it. I just thought I'd always be young and everyone else would either be "the old ones". Now I have two kids and I'm fast-forwarding into being a "scary", old adult. Blech! I still, seriously feel like I'm twenty. I die inside when some kid calls me "lady". I think he can't possibly be refferring to me. That word is reserved for smart, frightening, very unrelatable adults. What horror it is to realize he probably thinks all of that about me. I can't raise two girls. I'm not an adult. I'm not. I'm not twenty-eight. I'm not.
On a side note, the bliss of getting older is having yet another birthday. It was absolutely awesome. I have the best friends and family in the whole world. I definitely don't deserve it. So thanks for everything and for most of all hanging out with me and letting me be friends with you. And Russ, you done good.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Yesterday was a horrible day. Between Russ staying late at work, the girls both having tub accidents, Hannah tired and off-schedule most of the day, I really didn't need to be saying "Oh no, what did you stick up your nose." And I really didn't need to spend the next agonizing hour inventing and trying ways to get a pomegranate seed out of my screaming traumatized toddler's nose. But I guess the fates apparently forgot to consult me about what I needed. Thankfully Gen freaked out so much while Allie and I were trying to hold her down while extracting said seed, she finally snuffed the red devil out. I'm not sure I like pomegranates so much any more.
Monday, November 17, 2008
No it's not Christmas. It's my birthday!! So mark it on your calendars, plan your special birthday surprise, save your pennies and get excited for this Thursday, Nov. 20. All right, all right so perhaps that's a little extreme (but only a little, mind you). But I really do love my birthday. So it was awesome and quite the surprise when Genevieve also got into the spirit of the season. I had thought she couldn't/wouldn't care about someone else's birthday, since she had a hard time with the concept of her own birthday. I didn't even try to mention it every five seconds like I do to everyone else I see, but Russ told her it was coming up and now spontaneously she shouts out "Happy Birthday Mommy". Woah can I tell you how cool that is! It's dang cool. She then proceeds to tell me "cake" "candles" and then makes blowing sounds. I think she's almost as excited as I am. Almost. Well have a good week and don't forget about a certain someone on Thursday *nudge* *nudge* *wink* *wink*.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Today's Special was awesome! I only wish Genevieve's childhood could be complete with some quality hours watching this show. This was my absolute favorite thing to watch forever. Too bad TV is so lame now. Go to this link and relish in the nostalgia. I love how they all gaze at each other like they did the Brady Bunch opener.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
We did it. We all got the flu shot. The girls and I drug ourselves to the pediatricians office and took the plunge. It's really a toss-up as to who it was harder for. I had sweaty palms, my stomach was doing flips and I wanted nothing better than to run and scream from that mean nurse and her big nasty needle. And I think I totally would have if I didn't start feeling extreme guilt from subjecting my girls to torture that I was seriously contemplating foregoing. So I put on a brave face looked away and the nurse poked me and then the girls. We all made it and to celebrate we headed straight for Maggie Moo's and their absolutely delightfully bright blue cotton candy ice cream. The blue goo was almost worth the shot, almost.
Later I'm washing my hands and decide to actually look in the mirror (I'm not really a fan of that either) and to my horror it appears as though my front right tooth has a rather big gray spot. I convince myself I must be going crazy and proceed to try to forget about it. Later that night my sister points out and asks about the same tooth. More people notice and I become increasingly distraught until I've convinced myself that I'm going loose my front tooth. I'll never be able to go outside again. My girls will be scared of me, then ashamed. Russ will dump me for someone with a full set of teeth. And most devastating of all I won't be able to say "sister Suzy sittin' on a thistle." Thank goodness I have two uncles for dentists. I called one for reassurance and got checked out by the other one a couple of days later. Turns out--it was just a stain. And as I could finally calmly figure out what on earth could have done that--it hit me--dang Maggie Moo's, or really, dang flu shot.