Petite Java-"I love you mom, but I love Daddy the most."
Blue Java-"This must be advanced math bc my brain hurts."
A friend-"Yup forgot. Bought the gift at Food Lion."
I am reading..."The ex-Debutante" by Linda Francis Lee.
Funny stuff. Last summer I read Devil in the Junior League, also by Lee.
Off for a quick weekend visit. Don't tell my mother in law.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
One or NONE, followed by the Fire Station
So Petite Java and I were at TJ Maxx. I let her pick one thing-either Tinkerbell lipgloss or Hannah Montana make up with some birthday money.
She couldn't decide, 10 minutes pass.
One or none. I am going to count to three. She did E,M, M , Mo, but still couldn't decide.
So she was determined to get both. I was determined one or none. We left with none.
So as you can imagine Petite Java was a mess, pitched a fit, and unbuckled twice.
The third time I buckled her I thought it was over with until she unbuckled as truck was in motion. I pulled into the Fire Station.
At this point she lost her mind, promised to buckle. As I came around to her side, a truck pulled in and parked right by us.
The firemen graciously had a little chat with her. Of course Petite Java was trying to close her door so she didn't have to talk to them.
She promised she would always be safe and never do it again.
They gave her a hat and a sticker.
She does not want Grande Java to know.
Oh Happy day.
She couldn't decide, 10 minutes pass.
One or none. I am going to count to three. She did E,M, M , Mo, but still couldn't decide.
So she was determined to get both. I was determined one or none. We left with none.
So as you can imagine Petite Java was a mess, pitched a fit, and unbuckled twice.
The third time I buckled her I thought it was over with until she unbuckled as truck was in motion. I pulled into the Fire Station.
At this point she lost her mind, promised to buckle. As I came around to her side, a truck pulled in and parked right by us.
The firemen graciously had a little chat with her. Of course Petite Java was trying to close her door so she didn't have to talk to them.
She promised she would always be safe and never do it again.
They gave her a hat and a sticker.
She does not want Grande Java to know.
Oh Happy day.
my girlfriends this week
after a conversation when my eyes were misty
"Are you PMSing or something?"
Curly hair on a humid day before meeting up with friends
"Maybe you should try to smoosh your hair a little bit."
"Are you PMSing or something?"
Curly hair on a humid day before meeting up with friends
"Maybe you should try to smoosh your hair a little bit."
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thoughts on the brain
I love how everyone sends all of these great holiday appropriate status updates on FB.
Lots of shout outs to people they know who have served in the military, messages to dads they have lost.
Yes my dad served in the Air Force for many many years. Yes I am appreciative. After he retired they adopted me.
My dad isn't here, he didn't die during war, he died from a sudden, massive heart attack, the day after we had brunch, and an hour after he told me ,"Don't worry Punk(in) meet me at the hospital with your mom."
So yes I am thinking of him but not bc he served our country, or that he is buried at a Veteran's Cemetary but because my parents were all about the BBQ matching flag shirts, and the big sales.
Now I am off to get the ingredients for my mom's potato salad-Grande's favorite. He doesn't even like his moms! He is working but is looking forward to potato salad, corn on the cob(the way my mom taught me how to make it) and perfectly grilled burgers!
Lots of shout outs to people they know who have served in the military, messages to dads they have lost.
Yes my dad served in the Air Force for many many years. Yes I am appreciative. After he retired they adopted me.
My dad isn't here, he didn't die during war, he died from a sudden, massive heart attack, the day after we had brunch, and an hour after he told me ,"Don't worry Punk(in) meet me at the hospital with your mom."
So yes I am thinking of him but not bc he served our country, or that he is buried at a Veteran's Cemetary but because my parents were all about the BBQ matching flag shirts, and the big sales.
Now I am off to get the ingredients for my mom's potato salad-Grande's favorite. He doesn't even like his moms! He is working but is looking forward to potato salad, corn on the cob(the way my mom taught me how to make it) and perfectly grilled burgers!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Such a sweet girl
Petite Java and I were alone while the boys went to see Star Trek.
It was too cloudy to go to the pool, so Petite Java suggested we go see Morrie.
We got there right before chapel. She is so sweet and caring with all of the residents. She sat next to Morrie, "read" the songs, and then collected the books.
We had ice cream with him in the "Ice Cream Parlor" . Morrie told me that he was feeling lonely today so he was so glad we came. How do you not get a little teary? We visited for a while, posted a pic to FB and went our separate ways. We will see him on Thursday. I love watching the two of them interact. Today they sat across from each other, one with chocolate, the other with vanilla, and didn't say much-just smiled and enjoyed their ice cream after church.
It was too cloudy to go to the pool, so Petite Java suggested we go see Morrie.
We got there right before chapel. She is so sweet and caring with all of the residents. She sat next to Morrie, "read" the songs, and then collected the books.
We had ice cream with him in the "Ice Cream Parlor" . Morrie told me that he was feeling lonely today so he was so glad we came. How do you not get a little teary? We visited for a while, posted a pic to FB and went our separate ways. We will see him on Thursday. I love watching the two of them interact. Today they sat across from each other, one with chocolate, the other with vanilla, and didn't say much-just smiled and enjoyed their ice cream after church.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I did not protect my young
Ok-
Major fear of birds. Bigtime.
So I am cleaning the kitchen and a bird flies in through the doggie door into the kitchen, perches in the pantry.
I scream, close all of the doors, tell the kids I am running to the neighbors. No one is home. My cell is in the kitchen.
At this point the bird flies through the butler's pantry into the house. I have closed all of the doors. The kids are in the front room.
I run, grab my phone and lock myself in the playroom.
The kids can't make a run for it, as the bird is now in the room next to them. What do they do? Hide under blankets with their heads poking out so they can watch a movie. When they hear the bird they cover their heads.
I called three neighborhood friends and finally Countess gets ahold of her husband and sends him over.
5 minutes pass, the cats think Nissan has killed the bird, I crack the door open between the playroom and the kids --the bird is standing there. The kids take cover and the bird starts squalking.
I think I am going to pass out. I am sweating profuseley. The Count pulls up, looks for the bird. I am kind of embarassed that I am telling him it is in the room with the kids, and they are under a blanket.
I manage to toss him a Barbie net, he opens a window and lets the bird go.
My kids come out from under the blankets dripping with sweat.
Ok-So I think I was able to process that it was my fear and the kids weren't in danger otherwise I would have rescued them.
Major fear of birds. Bigtime.
So I am cleaning the kitchen and a bird flies in through the doggie door into the kitchen, perches in the pantry.
I scream, close all of the doors, tell the kids I am running to the neighbors. No one is home. My cell is in the kitchen.
At this point the bird flies through the butler's pantry into the house. I have closed all of the doors. The kids are in the front room.
I run, grab my phone and lock myself in the playroom.
The kids can't make a run for it, as the bird is now in the room next to them. What do they do? Hide under blankets with their heads poking out so they can watch a movie. When they hear the bird they cover their heads.
I called three neighborhood friends and finally Countess gets ahold of her husband and sends him over.
5 minutes pass, the cats think Nissan has killed the bird, I crack the door open between the playroom and the kids --the bird is standing there. The kids take cover and the bird starts squalking.
I think I am going to pass out. I am sweating profuseley. The Count pulls up, looks for the bird. I am kind of embarassed that I am telling him it is in the room with the kids, and they are under a blanket.
I manage to toss him a Barbie net, he opens a window and lets the bird go.
My kids come out from under the blankets dripping with sweat.
Ok-So I think I was able to process that it was my fear and the kids weren't in danger otherwise I would have rescued them.
Weekend Update
Grande Java was out of town. He is back but at work.
The kids and I are going to clean up, again, do some laundry and we will be poolside.
I haven't been to the gym in a few weeks and should be motivated bc it's pool season but I'm not.
The kids and I are going to clean up, again, do some laundry and we will be poolside.
I haven't been to the gym in a few weeks and should be motivated bc it's pool season but I'm not.
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