The little man turned 5 a week and a half ago.
Today, he learned to ride a two-wheeler. He just looked at me and said, "Mommy, can you take the training wheels off my bike?" So I did, figuring that I'd be putting them back on within a couple of minutes. Only, he totally proved me wrong. I gave him a couple of little pushes and that little guy was off and riding.
My kids are growing up way, way, way too fast.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
Cock-a-doodle DON'T
Ok, I'm supposed to be blogging about "home," so here goes: Want to know what woke me up this morning (hey, it works with the NaBloPoMo theme... I was HOME when I was asleep)? A rooster. At, like, 5 am. A fricking ROOSTER, for goodness sake!
Anyway, down to the real business of today's blog:
Today I was working at the adult desk and a guy came in to see if we had a fax machine he could use. We don't. I mean, we HAVE one, we just don't allow the public to use it because we're mean like that. Anyway, I kind of wish we did, because (and I am SO not kidding here) this guy looked EXACTLY like Mark Wahlberg. I mean, not dirty and scruffy like Mark Wahlberg usually looks in his movies. He was all clean-cut and nicely dressed, but still...
And yes, I will admit, I have been absolutely and completely sure that I saw movie stars in random places before. Most memorably, Richard Dreyfuss in the Dalles, Oregon; and Greg Kinnear in Port Clyde, Maine. My family STILL picks on me for the possible Richard Dreyfuss sighting, and that happened 13 years ago. So I hesitate to mention things like this.
But seriously, people. This guy was a dead-ringer for MW. And you never know... it COULD have been him. I'm just sayin'... I think he was kind of looking at me like he was waiting for me to say something. I didn't take the bait, though. No way was I gonna be like, "Hey, has anyone ever told you that you look JUST like Mark Wahlberg?" He probably gets that all the time.
Ok, I know you're all thinking, "Would she just shut up about Mark Wahlberg already?" You're right. Shutting up now. But if he comes in again... I'm not making any promises.
Anyway, down to the real business of today's blog:
Today I was working at the adult desk and a guy came in to see if we had a fax machine he could use. We don't. I mean, we HAVE one, we just don't allow the public to use it because we're mean like that. Anyway, I kind of wish we did, because (and I am SO not kidding here) this guy looked EXACTLY like Mark Wahlberg. I mean, not dirty and scruffy like Mark Wahlberg usually looks in his movies. He was all clean-cut and nicely dressed, but still...
And yes, I will admit, I have been absolutely and completely sure that I saw movie stars in random places before. Most memorably, Richard Dreyfuss in the Dalles, Oregon; and Greg Kinnear in Port Clyde, Maine. My family STILL picks on me for the possible Richard Dreyfuss sighting, and that happened 13 years ago. So I hesitate to mention things like this.
But seriously, people. This guy was a dead-ringer for MW. And you never know... it COULD have been him. I'm just sayin'... I think he was kind of looking at me like he was waiting for me to say something. I didn't take the bait, though. No way was I gonna be like, "Hey, has anyone ever told you that you look JUST like Mark Wahlberg?" He probably gets that all the time.
Ok, I know you're all thinking, "Would she just shut up about Mark Wahlberg already?" You're right. Shutting up now. But if he comes in again... I'm not making any promises.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
(Too?) young at heart.
So my thirteen year-old niece is here for two months. The rest of the year, she lives in North Dakota with her mom, but for 8 lovely weeks, WE get her all to ourselves. And the good news is, she's fairly awesome, as far as teens go. I've been told (and know, from personal experience) that teen girls are generally pretty horrendous, but S is nothing of the kind. At least not when I'm around... ;)
Anyway, yesterday I drove to Shea's house so we could do some girl bonding. (That would be pizza and Game Cube, naturally.) And when I got there, I realized something. My niece and I were both wearing outfits from Aeropostale (which, for the record, wasn't even founded until I was 7 years old). The only differences were that my shorts were shorter, and I was wearing a tank top while she was wearing a t-shirt. Hmmm.
Just so you know, in my professional life, I dress completely appropriately. Or, at least pretty darn close to my age. But when I have a day off... apparently I dress like a teenager. According to my sister, sometimes that comes across as a little hoochie-mama-ish.
And guess what? I have no plans to change that any time soon. So there.
P.S. Today I signed up for NaBloPoMo's June theme, which is Home. I'm supposed to blog every day again... so let's see if I did better than I did in November.
Anyway, yesterday I drove to Shea's house so we could do some girl bonding. (That would be pizza and Game Cube, naturally.) And when I got there, I realized something. My niece and I were both wearing outfits from Aeropostale (which, for the record, wasn't even founded until I was 7 years old). The only differences were that my shorts were shorter, and I was wearing a tank top while she was wearing a t-shirt. Hmmm.
Just so you know, in my professional life, I dress completely appropriately. Or, at least pretty darn close to my age. But when I have a day off... apparently I dress like a teenager. According to my sister, sometimes that comes across as a little hoochie-mama-ish.
And guess what? I have no plans to change that any time soon. So there.
P.S. Today I signed up for NaBloPoMo's June theme, which is Home. I'm supposed to blog every day again... so let's see if I did better than I did in November.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Young at heart
Fact: I'm turning 28 in less than two weeks.
Fact: Emilee decided she needed to take a sick day today, so I went to her school to pick her up right after lunchtime.
Fact: There was a woman in the office who I've never met before, and we had this conversation:
Her: Can I help you?
Me: I'm here to pick up my daughter.
Her: Whose class is she in?
Me: (insert teacher's name here).
Her: You're probably gonna laugh, but at first I thought you were the high school girl who volunteers here.
Fact: That woman totally made my rainy Tuesday.
Fact: Emilee decided she needed to take a sick day today, so I went to her school to pick her up right after lunchtime.
Fact: There was a woman in the office who I've never met before, and we had this conversation:
Her: Can I help you?
Me: I'm here to pick up my daughter.
Her: Whose class is she in?
Me: (insert teacher's name here).
Her: You're probably gonna laugh, but at first I thought you were the high school girl who volunteers here.
Fact: That woman totally made my rainy Tuesday.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Secrets
Confessions:
1. I don't know how to use chopsticks. I've been taught; I've just never been able to figure it out. What I need are those cute little ones that are tied together for kids, because I can totally work those things.
2. Sometimes when people use big words that I don't know, I pretend to understand by just nodding my head. I've actually been called on it a few times.
3. This weekend, I cleaned my pantry for the first time in 3 1/2 years. In other words, it hasn't been clean and/or organized since the day I moved in.
4. I looove balogna and cheese sandwiches. And no, I don't care what balogna is made out of.
5. I reminisce a little too often. It's probably not all that healthy.
6. I've only just started recycling.
7. I can't have different foods on the same plate touching each other. And if anyone ever has the audacity to tell me I have to eat my dessert on my dinner plate (grandparents are famous for doing this), I wash my plate (and utensil) off first.
8. I love the ocean, but it also scares me a little.
9. I am a lurker on a crap-ton of blogs. I wonder if the authors of those blogs care.
10. I wish I had a dog.
1. I don't know how to use chopsticks. I've been taught; I've just never been able to figure it out. What I need are those cute little ones that are tied together for kids, because I can totally work those things.
2. Sometimes when people use big words that I don't know, I pretend to understand by just nodding my head. I've actually been called on it a few times.
3. This weekend, I cleaned my pantry for the first time in 3 1/2 years. In other words, it hasn't been clean and/or organized since the day I moved in.
4. I looove balogna and cheese sandwiches. And no, I don't care what balogna is made out of.
5. I reminisce a little too often. It's probably not all that healthy.
6. I've only just started recycling.
7. I can't have different foods on the same plate touching each other. And if anyone ever has the audacity to tell me I have to eat my dessert on my dinner plate (grandparents are famous for doing this), I wash my plate (and utensil) off first.
8. I love the ocean, but it also scares me a little.
9. I am a lurker on a crap-ton of blogs. I wonder if the authors of those blogs care.
10. I wish I had a dog.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Tweet, tweet.
So, I just signed up for Twitter. The only problem is that I don't actually know anyone else who uses it, so it's basically just a whole lot of me posting, "eating a peanut butter a jelly sandwich," or, "twiddling my thumbs." Exciting, I know. I signed up for it because I'm nosy, and now I get to read what random people are doing all day. However, I'd much rather read what people I actually know are up to.
Rawr.
Rawr.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Bounce, sausages.
The other day, I was picking apart some rotisserie chicken to put in a salad that I was making for lunch, and suddenly I had this thought that oh my gosh, ew, I was ripping cooked animal flesh. And for just a moment, I wondered if maybe I should go vegetarian.
Two days later, I accidentally bought Morningstar brand sausages. Now, I didn’t know this until Tim enlightenend me (after, of course, I had already eaten a sausage link), but apparently that company only makes vegetarian foods. And holy crap, you guys. That shiznit was nasty. All mushy-smooshy inside, and the one link I managed to choke down tasted nothing like the sausage I’m used to eating. When I first put it on the kids’ plates, Gavin astutely remarked, "That looks like poop." Yup. And tastes like it too (I mean, I inagine that’s what poop tastes like... I haven’t actually tried it, to be honest with you.)
Anyway, the morals of this story?
1. I could never be a vegetarian. Maybe I should just stop preparing my own meals and hire a chef. That way, I don’t have to ever actually touch my food with my fingers, and I won’t even think about chicken flesh.
2. Oh my word, if you only ever take one piece of advice from me, let it be this: don’t eat vegetarian sausage, unless you enjoy feeling like you’re going to barf.
3. I don’t even care that I spent, like, 4 bucks on ten sausage links. Those things are SO in the garbage.
The end.
Two days later, I accidentally bought Morningstar brand sausages. Now, I didn’t know this until Tim enlightenend me (after, of course, I had already eaten a sausage link), but apparently that company only makes vegetarian foods. And holy crap, you guys. That shiznit was nasty. All mushy-smooshy inside, and the one link I managed to choke down tasted nothing like the sausage I’m used to eating. When I first put it on the kids’ plates, Gavin astutely remarked, "That looks like poop." Yup. And tastes like it too (I mean, I inagine that’s what poop tastes like... I haven’t actually tried it, to be honest with you.)
Anyway, the morals of this story?
1. I could never be a vegetarian. Maybe I should just stop preparing my own meals and hire a chef. That way, I don’t have to ever actually touch my food with my fingers, and I won’t even think about chicken flesh.
2. Oh my word, if you only ever take one piece of advice from me, let it be this: don’t eat vegetarian sausage, unless you enjoy feeling like you’re going to barf.
3. I don’t even care that I spent, like, 4 bucks on ten sausage links. Those things are SO in the garbage.
The end.
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