Thursday, May 28, 2009

You gotta know when to fold 'em...

Gavin lost his first tooth this weekend! He was unaware that he had lost it until Hans pointed it out to him. We never actually found the tooth. We're not entirely sure where it is, but all signs point to him having swallowed it...whoops! The Tooth Fairy brought him two dollars, irregardless! He was ecstatic. TWO WHOLE DOLLARS!! I, of course, started sobbing when I realized that the kid is growing up and there is nothing I can do to stop it! I hate to admit it, but I have a sinking suspicion that I'm going to be doing that a lot in the future...

I took my final for my Medical Terminology course yesterday. I did pretty well. It was a relief to know that this 30 year-old brain still works and hasn't been turned into some sort of goop after pregnancy, 6 years of motherhood and 6 years of still not sleeping through the night! Now it's on to Human Anatomy & Human Physiology this summer. Gulp!

I am pleased by the return of one of my favorite shows of all time--So You Think You Can Dance!! Right now it's just in the audition phase and I don't have any particular favorites, but the joy this show brings to my life is absolute bliss! I can't wait until Mia Michaels shows up!

And Lisa, welcome to my blog!! And I know EXACTLY what you mean by being a blog-stalker...when I would get bored I used to just random search blogspot to read stranger's's kinda amazing the things people will write about themselves...I once stumbled upon one where a conservative Christian woman was writing about how she wasn't in love with her husband anymore, but that she was trying to save her marriage by having sex with the aforementioned husband for 60 days straight and was going to record the day to day processes of trying to fall back in love with her husband. Of course, I can't remember the name of the blog now, so I have no idea if Sexy Boom Boom Time for 2 months saved the marriage or not...sigh...

I read an article the other day that after documenting and studying 66,000 births that men are the weaker sex. Not strength wise, but in general life they're weaker. Men have shorter life spans and are less resistant to stress and infection, making us ladies the winners! So, Double XXs, I tip my lady hat to, would somebody open this jar for me?!!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Binary Solo

After much thought and consideration I have decided to go back to school and get my Practical Nursing degree (it's not an RN degree...I don't quite have the time to dedicate to that yet, but that's ultimately where I'm heading). I realized that I was the happiest when I was taking care of my ailing grandpa and that life is too short to not do what makes me happy. Right now I'm just doing the pre-requisites for the program, which will take me until Spring '10, since I'm doing all of them online, independent study, night courses and still working full time. I'll apply for the program this time next year and will hopefully be accepted to the program and begin it in the Fall of 2010. It seems like a very long journey to even get to the program, but it's what I want to do and I'm ready to do it. I already feel like I've wasted years of my life working to 'pay the bills' and I don't want to do that anymore. I figured I should probably explain why I won't be blogging much, as I have the sinking suspicion that all my free time is going to be filled with Human Anatomy and learning about gram-stain resistant diplococci.

I'm sorry you're feeling so unwell, Lillith. I was extremely lucky and beyond the first few weeks of pregnancy, I didn't have any morning sickness with Gavin. I would recommend drinking Coke Slurpees....there's something in the Coke syrup that is supposed to help with hurty tummies and the slush factor of a slurpee can instantly make anyone feel better...unless of course sweet things make you want to that case, I would recommend NOT actually trying it!! But take heart, I read an article that found a correlation between bad morning sickness and a higher intelligence in the birthed, you might just be carrying the next Albert Einstein! And don't make deals with the Pregnancy Fates. They NEVER keep up their end of the bargain!

Gavin and I were watching Best Week Ever on VH1 yesterday and a commercial for Daisy of Love came on...for those of you who don't know, Daisy of Love is a reality tv show where men compete for the affections of Daisy de la Hoya, a rejected suitor from Rock of Love with Bret Michaels. She's fake tits and fake hair and fake tan and not exactly classy. Anyway, when the commercial came on I turned to Gavin and told him that he was not to date any skanky girls and that he needed to date someone who had a brain and had opinions and was smart and funny. He then turned to me and said, "a girl like you." I nearly cried. That was the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me and it came out of the mouth of a six year old!

Monday, May 11, 2009

Like a greased pig...

Gavin & I went the demolition derby this weekend. It. Was. AWE-SOME! They had a band that played all the rocking-est Classic rock tunes (Sweet Home Alabama, anyone?!) and the cars were ridiculous. It was as white trash as you could get (they had a greased pig contest for heaven's sakes), but he and I had the best time and he spent yesterday playing “derby” with his hot wheels…well, when he wasn’t pretending to be a dog.

A friend’s father was killed last week. It was a freak accident and completely unexpected. By all accounts he was a kind man who loved the church, his wife and his family. I was thinking about his wife as I was walking to work this morning. I was wondering how does someone ever recover from that—losing your husband? How do you wake up in the morning and go about your day knowing that the bed is going to be empty and the dirty socks aren’t going to be on the bathroom floor and you’re cooking for one now? How do you fight against the darkness that could any moment suck you in and never let you back out again? And even more, how do you get out once it does?

For Mother’s Day, my son gave me a picture he drew at school. The picture was of me and on the backside it had a little list of reasons I’m great. I think my favorite was the last line that said “I don’t know why I love her, I just do.” It’s funny, but that kinda encapsulates the way I feel about him, too. I think that is the only explanation you can give when you truly love someone…you don’t know why…in fact, there might be a few things that drive you crazy about them, but it doesn’t matter, because you just do.

Thanks for the advice Briskey. And I promise to call you sometime when I don’t have a problem!

Congratulations on the play, Ann-ette! That is VERY exciting. I’m very proud of you. I wish I could come and see it. But why such a serious topic?! Couldn’t you write a sweet, light play about two friends who eat too much bow-tie pasta…you could call it the Greg & Danny Show!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

A poker right up my nasal cavity should do it.

Ya know what I would love? I would love to be able to go an entire day without constantly being reminded of Scott! I can't escape! It's like he's everywhere! Just in reading some online articles, and all within the space of 15 minutes, I was confronted with Iron Maiden (his favorite band), The Shawshank Redemption (his favorite movie), and Dexter (his favorite tv show)!! It's like the Universe is trying to fuck with me!! I'm desperately trying to move on, to not cry about him and it's fucking IMPOSSIBLE!!! He's out of my life and beyond that, he's on the other side of the country and over a friendly border and he's still around!!! I'm inches away from lobotomizing myself...sure, I'd be Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest...but at least I wouldn't have to feel like a 14-year old girl all the fucking time!! I HATE THIS FEELING. BAH.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

The Distant Future. The Year 2000.

I was commanded by Sister to write a new blog, so here it is....I cannot guarantee that it will be exciting or worth-reading...boy, I sure just encouraged you to want to continue reading didn't I?!

First let me begin by congratulating Annette and Mike on the arrival of their little one. I am VERY happy that he finally made an appearance, because frankly, I was starting to worry about poor Annette's mental state. I'd also like it noted that I not only picked the correct gender for said baby, but I also picked the correct date of his birth. That's right, losers, I was awesome and you were ALL lame. See. This is what happens when you Google "which day of the week are most babies born on" and you pick that day. There's nothing Google can't do. I'm convinced that Google is close to creating the cure for cancer, ending the violence in Darfur AND eventually world peace....that's a lot for a search engine, but I have faith.

Speaking of faith, I've been asking the Wax Baby Jesus for a few things--the WBJ is this little cast iron figurine I picked up when I was in Prague last spring...sigh....and whenever I need a little help from the Universe I ask him for things. Anyway, he didn't let me down and I'm feeling happier and more at ease than I have in the last few months. Things are brighter and sunnier...just the way I like's like a Bob Marley song really. I believe he may also take requests, so if anybody needs anything, I'd be happy to pass the request on to the WBJ.

I can't believe that it's May already. 2009 seems to be moving at a break-neck speed. I know I can't be the only one that feels that way. Although, I'm ready for some warmer weather....NOT the 900 degrees I know it's about to become, because Spring does not exist in Logan anymore...but a sunny 70 degrees would be lovely.

I still can't stop eating Cinnamon Toast Eggos and drinking Peach Iced Tea...only Snapple has discontinued their PIT, so now I've moved onto Lipton. I don't know why, but I can't help myself. It's like food crack to me!

Well, friends, I'm going to go. Gavin and I are about to play a game where I chase him around the house until I eventually end up being the "rotten egg" and then he gloats about being the winner and I get aggravated and tell him I'm not going to play with him anymore if he's going to be like that and then he cries because I've somehow hurt his feelings. So, really, just a typical night at our house! Lillith and Annette, look what you have to look forward to!!