Silly Kids We walked past a bar today. In the parking lot was a sign, "Please be quiet on 23rd Street". So my youngest started whispering. He whispered for half a block before he whispered, "Are we still on 23rd St.?"
"Yes," I whispered, "we're walking on 23rd St. We could walk on this street the entire way home."
"Awww man!" he whispered.
"I think we can stop whispering, they just don't want us to yell."
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure."
"Whew!" he said in his normal voice. That was a long time to be quiet.
On the same trip we walked past a ring of mushrooms. The kids were creeping up on them to touch them when I said, "Don't touch them. They're a fungus and if you touch them mushrooms will grow out of your finger tips."
They didn't touch them.
The Dream The phone rang, it was Ben (Afleck). "Honey, she called me today. She's pregnant. I really want to be with you, but I have to clean things up with the ex."
Saddened as I was, I still went over to his house just to say hi. After all, we were in love. On the coffee table was a handmade card. She had used string to say something cute about expecting. "Awww, I thought." They were/are a cute couple deciding then that there was no room for me.
There's a knock on the door and Alyssa Milano (God of the Stars strike me down for not knowing how to spell anyone's names). She smiles walks over to him and kisses him, radiant in her newly pregnant glow.....and I wake up.
I figure there are two ways to look at this. 1) I can't even have a good relationship in my dreams. 2) Hey, it was Ben Affleck, and it took a pregnant Alyssa Milano to tear him from me.
What started out as a little project turned into a much bigger project when I finally decided to create a full set of electronic flashcards (adding and subtracting). They're not real flashcards and it's not very exciting, but I'm rather glad I can use this instead of flashcards, because sometimes I just don't have time. Let me know if you want a copy of the file and can't download it. According to Yahoo I'm not supposed to be able to share an entire file.
A squirrel yelled at me yesterday. This took me by surprise since I don't think I had ever heard a squirrel make any noise before. Well, maybe I've heard them make that little chittering sound - or maybe it was a chipmunk. In AZ chipmunks and squirrels are about the same size and are very hard to tell apart - but I digress. (Can you digress from talking about squirrel noises?) So anyways - the squirrel made this almost barking noise, which surprised me since it was in the tree over my head. Kind of odd. It's nice to know that I can still experience simple new things at the age of 27.
Greggory's Football Game Poor Greggory! After three years of cheerleading football, his mom doesn't know squat about football. He doesn't own a football. He's never even watched an entire football game on TV, but his mom signed him up for it anyways. He spent the entire first game worrying about how he looked and whether he could get away without tucking in his shirt. His second game the coach only let him play 5 minutes at a time for a total of 20 minutes (mom was pissed). But the third game! The third game he started to show he was getting it. He caught one kick off and ran 20 yards and he almost got the flag twice. Now, I know that just sounds like the proud parent yapping about nothing (which it may be), but the fact is that he was in the right place instead of tucking in his shirt. And he ran instead of half-skipping down the field. I was so proud of him. It's so hard to watch him struggle with something I can't help him with. I'm just hoping I won't get in his way too much and this will be one of those things he can be proud of because he did it all himself instead of having his mom help.
Living in California
Am I too jaded? I was in the store with the kids yesterday when a woman approached me and told me she was a talent scout - no, not for me. She told me I have beautiful kids and would love to have them stop by and have some pictures taken, etc for her files. Ummm, yeah, great. I know I have beautiful kids, but aren't most? I don't know, maybe I'll call, but really - what's the catch?
The nice things about weekends is not having to do anything. It seems like I haven't had a quiet weekend in months. First there was the weekend I was sick. Then there was the weekend with the party in OC. Then , there was the weekend I don't remember (I probably did nothing that weekend but since I can't remember it, it doesn't count), followed by the weekend my sister was here and I had way too much to do. I was sick all week and felt like I was dragging myself every where and just wanted to crawl back into bed every day at 2. I managed to sleep 10 hours a day every day this weekend and finally feel like I'm ready to back to work. I have to wonder about my quality of life when I consider not feeling like shit a good weekend, but such is the case and I'm not going to spoil the weekend by being too ntrospective.
