Who wouldn't enjoy a Sunday watching James Bond movies, eating a delicious breakfast made by my super-awesome father, and watching my B using a sprinkler as a machine gun to shoot down imaginary things in the backyard?
After a leisurely morning, we took off to run errands. Labor Day weekend, I came down to Houston to visit my dad, and we ended up buying furniture for his house that had just been completed. This weekend was my first weekend to see it in his house, and I have to say...we made totally excellent choices. The headboard for the bed in "my" room hadn't been attached yet, so we went to Lowe's (they suck) and then Home Depot to get hardware to finish putting "my" room together. After an exciting trip to PetSmart, we stopped at Chipotle (B's choice) for lunch, and then we went to Target. B's ultimate goal was to get a kid-friendly game for my dad's PS3 because I'm opposed to letting him play the games rated "M" that his father allows him to play at his house. Call me crazy, but I think a 6 year-old doesn't need to be intent on shooting his opponents or attempting to blow them up. Maybe it's just me.
No trip to Houston, or anywhere that has one for that matter, is complete without a trip to HEB. Man, I wish they would expand to the Dallas market, and not just as Central Market. It would make my life happy. It's really all about the little things. Today has been the perfect day for having the windows down or open, and we've done just that. Now, I'm watching my dad and B playing catch in the backyard, and it warms my heart. Football's on in the background, and although I'm really not that interested in the NFL at this point (unless the Cowboys get rid of Romo and Jerry Jones...a girl can dream), it seems like the perfect fall background noise. I know it's only temporary, but I'll enjoy every minute while it lasts.
I missed N's baseball game yesterday, and I was kind of bummed about that, but my mom went and so did my grandma, so I got a good report. He didn't pitch, but his team won 16-6, and he got to catch, which is something he wanted to try for a while. I can't wait for practice and the game this coming week!
These weekend trips down here are always too short. I wish I could come down here more often or for longer periods, and I'm so excited that Thanksgiving is right around the corner! I've gotten pretty used to the split parent holiday schedule now, and I'm looking forward to being able to just be. I'm always running; it's nice to just slow down. I probably should've had this bright idea earlier in life.
Aubs
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Earmuffs, Hand Dryers, a Set Up, and a Koozie
Today, I finished my weekend class. Newsflash: I totally know how to communicate. Apparently, I'm very expressive with my words. I know. I was just as surprised as you were...but here's the thing. I wasn't always like that, or at least I don't think so. When I was younger, I was a bottler. I still am. I bottle up emotion and stress until I can't take anymore, and then I melt down...usually in a pretty epic fashion. I like to "go big or go home" I guess.
That's not entirely true, though. I've always been really good at expressing myself through words, whether they be on paper or via email or some other mode of expression. Speaking and communicating? Not so much. I tend to speak before I think things through, something I can avoid when writing my thoughts. It's a shame that letter writing is almost a lost art. Taking the time to write a letter or a note, even if it's short, by hand? It shows you actually care enough about someone to put in some time and effort. Anyone can write an email. It doesn't take a lot of effort, and minimal time. Writing a letter takes dedication. I wrote one this week, and I would do it again in a heartbeat.
ANYWAY, after my class was over, I picked up my B and we headed south to Houston. It was approximately 30 degrees cooler in Dallas today than it was in Houston, so as neared our destination, I had to fight the urge to stop and change out of the long sleeve shirt I had opted for this morning. Sidenote: On my way to class this morning, I was driving along and glanced at the car next to me. Then, I did a double take. It was approximately 53 degrees this morning, and it was a perfect fall morning. Perfect for a nice, cozy latte or something of that sort...NOT perfect for earmuffs. Seriously, y'all. She. Was. Wearing. Earmuffs. I looked for the third time, figuring my eyes must be trying to wake up (as it was just barely 8:00 on Saturday morning) and she caught me looking. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing, and she got ridiculously angry. She was shaking her fist and making mad faces, which only made me laugh harder. Oh, Texans...you crack me up. I'm proud to be one of you. I'm also proud to say that I refuse to wear a coat. It just doesn't get cold enough here. Give me snow, and I'll give you a coat...unbuttoned/unzipped.
Our trip to Houston was full of hilarity: B couldn't get the hand dryer to work when we stopped for a potty break, so he stuck his face under it, right when it came on full blast. It makes me laugh, now, just thinking about his cheeks blowing out in an unnatural way. He decided to take off his hoodie while we were on the road, and got his arms (fully extended) and head stuck, requiring me to pull him out of it. Once we hit the beltway, I was belting out some Journey (Don't Stop Believin') when I hear this little voice totally rocking out in the backseat. He had taken one of his earbuds out, paused Rush Hour 2, and was singing all the words right along with me. It was precious.
Once we arrived and were sufficiently welcomed by my dad and sister (we're attempting to have my dad's new house fully unpacked and decorated before Thanksgiving), B asked if we could go to the playground for a little bit. We all agreed, so we went and let him blow off some steam. My dad and I came back first, and B walked back with my sister. Before we went to the park, the three grown-ups set up a media cabinet in what is deemed "the boys' room", and it came in a huge boss. My sister and B collaborated to "scare" me when I walked around the corner, and (since I was forewarned) I reacted to B jumping out of the box appropriately. Fast forward to B walking in the door after walking home from the playground. My dad gave me our signal, right as he walked past the box...and I jumped up, yelling. That kid jumped 6 inches in the air, shrieked, and hit the floor. I almost fell out of the box, I was laughing so hard. He had to check to make sure he hadn't wet his pants. The best part was that he had actually picked a flower for me, and then refused to give it to me after I scared the crap out of him. He eventually relented, but he was so mad. And it was so worth it.
(The box)
Lastly, I got a text from a super-great friend of mine today, saying "What would you think about being set up with someone?" Sigh. I promptly called her to find out what she was talking about, because (no lie) I had just thought to myself, "It's kinda been a while since anyone has tried to set me up..." That was stupid. It's so easy to think of reasons to decline, and extremely hard to think about why that would even be a good idea. Do I want to go out with someone to help him open up, because he's very quiet and I'm very...me? I see one person who would potentially benefit from that, but it's not me. While I'm not completely against entertaining the idea, it doesn't mean I want to...but I guess I should start dating again. Maybe. It's been a ridiculously long time.
But for now, I'm just going to be me, and entertain myself. I do that pretty well on my own...like this afternoon, I laughed for 20 minutes. Over a koozie. Seriously.
Aubs
How can this not be funny?
That's not entirely true, though. I've always been really good at expressing myself through words, whether they be on paper or via email or some other mode of expression. Speaking and communicating? Not so much. I tend to speak before I think things through, something I can avoid when writing my thoughts. It's a shame that letter writing is almost a lost art. Taking the time to write a letter or a note, even if it's short, by hand? It shows you actually care enough about someone to put in some time and effort. Anyone can write an email. It doesn't take a lot of effort, and minimal time. Writing a letter takes dedication. I wrote one this week, and I would do it again in a heartbeat.
ANYWAY, after my class was over, I picked up my B and we headed south to Houston. It was approximately 30 degrees cooler in Dallas today than it was in Houston, so as neared our destination, I had to fight the urge to stop and change out of the long sleeve shirt I had opted for this morning. Sidenote: On my way to class this morning, I was driving along and glanced at the car next to me. Then, I did a double take. It was approximately 53 degrees this morning, and it was a perfect fall morning. Perfect for a nice, cozy latte or something of that sort...NOT perfect for earmuffs. Seriously, y'all. She. Was. Wearing. Earmuffs. I looked for the third time, figuring my eyes must be trying to wake up (as it was just barely 8:00 on Saturday morning) and she caught me looking. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing, and she got ridiculously angry. She was shaking her fist and making mad faces, which only made me laugh harder. Oh, Texans...you crack me up. I'm proud to be one of you. I'm also proud to say that I refuse to wear a coat. It just doesn't get cold enough here. Give me snow, and I'll give you a coat...unbuttoned/unzipped.
Our trip to Houston was full of hilarity: B couldn't get the hand dryer to work when we stopped for a potty break, so he stuck his face under it, right when it came on full blast. It makes me laugh, now, just thinking about his cheeks blowing out in an unnatural way. He decided to take off his hoodie while we were on the road, and got his arms (fully extended) and head stuck, requiring me to pull him out of it. Once we hit the beltway, I was belting out some Journey (Don't Stop Believin') when I hear this little voice totally rocking out in the backseat. He had taken one of his earbuds out, paused Rush Hour 2, and was singing all the words right along with me. It was precious.
Once we arrived and were sufficiently welcomed by my dad and sister (we're attempting to have my dad's new house fully unpacked and decorated before Thanksgiving), B asked if we could go to the playground for a little bit. We all agreed, so we went and let him blow off some steam. My dad and I came back first, and B walked back with my sister. Before we went to the park, the three grown-ups set up a media cabinet in what is deemed "the boys' room", and it came in a huge boss. My sister and B collaborated to "scare" me when I walked around the corner, and (since I was forewarned) I reacted to B jumping out of the box appropriately. Fast forward to B walking in the door after walking home from the playground. My dad gave me our signal, right as he walked past the box...and I jumped up, yelling. That kid jumped 6 inches in the air, shrieked, and hit the floor. I almost fell out of the box, I was laughing so hard. He had to check to make sure he hadn't wet his pants. The best part was that he had actually picked a flower for me, and then refused to give it to me after I scared the crap out of him. He eventually relented, but he was so mad. And it was so worth it.
Lastly, I got a text from a super-great friend of mine today, saying "What would you think about being set up with someone?" Sigh. I promptly called her to find out what she was talking about, because (no lie) I had just thought to myself, "It's kinda been a while since anyone has tried to set me up..." That was stupid. It's so easy to think of reasons to decline, and extremely hard to think about why that would even be a good idea. Do I want to go out with someone to help him open up, because he's very quiet and I'm very...me? I see one person who would potentially benefit from that, but it's not me. While I'm not completely against entertaining the idea, it doesn't mean I want to...but I guess I should start dating again. Maybe. It's been a ridiculously long time.
But for now, I'm just going to be me, and entertain myself. I do that pretty well on my own...like this afternoon, I laughed for 20 minutes. Over a koozie. Seriously.
Aubs
Friday, October 5, 2012
My face hurts
Although I admit this is a rather bizarre choice for a title, it is an absolute truth. My face hurts...but not an uncomfortable hurt, more like a "my facial muscles have been pulled in 84 different directions" kind of hurt. Why? I'll tell you.
I rocked all the way to work this morning...at full volume. I sang my little heart out. The windows were down, the volume was up, and each song that came on during my shuffle was one I absolutely loved. Does that ever happen to you? It was awesome until I had to get out of the car at work. I would totally stay in my car, driving around all day listening to my ipod and belting out songs, if I could feasibly make that a real job. Unfortunately, it's not in the cards for me.
I repeated the process on the way home, and it was equally awesome. Tons of amazing country music flew out of my speakers today. I even skipped all the other stuff because I just wanted a country day...except Eminem. If it's on the Recovery album, I'll listen to it anytime. He's a talented guy. His songs make me smile. That's a really weird statement, I know...
THEN, on my way to class tonight, my ipod hit gold. I love all different kinds of music, but I hit Deanna Carter's "Strawberry Wine" and gave the family next to me quite the serenade. They kept pulling up next to me, more than likely just trying to reach their destination, but I kinda think they might've been checking to see if I was still going. (I was.)
After three hours of talking in class (I participate a lot more than other people. I know, surprising.), I walked outside to find a pretty sizable temperature drop. Hooray! It feels like fall! The only thing that would make it better is if it would stick around. A girl can dream. As the next song began, I started smiling like a complete fool. It's just one of those things that happens. "Something Like That" by Tim McGraw came on, more commonly known as the "Barbeque stain on my white t-shirt" song.
I can tell you exactly where I was, who I was with, and who introduced me to that song in July of 1999, and it still makes me smile today. I was driving our family Jeep (green), my sister, her best friend, and two of the Brownwood boys (the Goofnuts) were in the backseat. Another Brownwood boy was in the front seat, in his green GAP t-shirt and cowboy hat, and when "Please Remember Me" came on (the only reason I had bought the cd at this point) he said "This other song is much better" and skipped around until he found it. Then, he proceeded to sing the whole song, hand on his chest like he meant all the words, while I laughed and was (secretly) impressed. That whole album "A Place in the Sun" is one of my all-time favorites. I can listen to any song on that album anytime, and love it, but I always smile when that song comes on and think of my Brownwood pals.
Ahhh, memory lane. It's such a trip. Speaking of trips...I'm headed to Houston tomorrow for some quality time: My dad, my Seester, my B, and me!
Aubs
I rocked all the way to work this morning...at full volume. I sang my little heart out. The windows were down, the volume was up, and each song that came on during my shuffle was one I absolutely loved. Does that ever happen to you? It was awesome until I had to get out of the car at work. I would totally stay in my car, driving around all day listening to my ipod and belting out songs, if I could feasibly make that a real job. Unfortunately, it's not in the cards for me.
I repeated the process on the way home, and it was equally awesome. Tons of amazing country music flew out of my speakers today. I even skipped all the other stuff because I just wanted a country day...except Eminem. If it's on the Recovery album, I'll listen to it anytime. He's a talented guy. His songs make me smile. That's a really weird statement, I know...
THEN, on my way to class tonight, my ipod hit gold. I love all different kinds of music, but I hit Deanna Carter's "Strawberry Wine" and gave the family next to me quite the serenade. They kept pulling up next to me, more than likely just trying to reach their destination, but I kinda think they might've been checking to see if I was still going. (I was.)
After three hours of talking in class (I participate a lot more than other people. I know, surprising.), I walked outside to find a pretty sizable temperature drop. Hooray! It feels like fall! The only thing that would make it better is if it would stick around. A girl can dream. As the next song began, I started smiling like a complete fool. It's just one of those things that happens. "Something Like That" by Tim McGraw came on, more commonly known as the "Barbeque stain on my white t-shirt" song.
I can tell you exactly where I was, who I was with, and who introduced me to that song in July of 1999, and it still makes me smile today. I was driving our family Jeep (green), my sister, her best friend, and two of the Brownwood boys (the Goofnuts) were in the backseat. Another Brownwood boy was in the front seat, in his green GAP t-shirt and cowboy hat, and when "Please Remember Me" came on (the only reason I had bought the cd at this point) he said "This other song is much better" and skipped around until he found it. Then, he proceeded to sing the whole song, hand on his chest like he meant all the words, while I laughed and was (secretly) impressed. That whole album "A Place in the Sun" is one of my all-time favorites. I can listen to any song on that album anytime, and love it, but I always smile when that song comes on and think of my Brownwood pals.
Ahhh, memory lane. It's such a trip. Speaking of trips...I'm headed to Houston tomorrow for some quality time: My dad, my Seester, my B, and me!
Aubs
Thursday, October 4, 2012
It's all a numbers game
Like most people, I have a lucky number. Well, I have a few...and they're not necessarily lucky, but they're still my favorite numbers. Each of them have a reason, some more valid than others. Some are just plain stupid.
When I was a teenager, I went camping with my extended family every summer. We went to Garner State Park, arguably one of my favorite places in the world. It's so peaceful and pretty and so much fun. As a teenager, we (my cousins, sister, and myself) had certain expectations, and even based our overall feeling of the trip on how many cute boys we met each year. I'm not kidding. We even had a numbers system with paper plates. We would sit, in lawn chairs, at the edge of our campsite and rate the boys as they drove by in their trucks. Some would continue to drive by in hopes of raising their score. Once it got dark, we would generally run into said boys at the dance the park staff hosted every night at the pavilion.
1999 was quite possibly the best year of them all. We ran into boys we had met the previous year from outside of Houston (it seemed like everyone was from Houston), some boys from Colleyville (My sister actually stayed friends with one of them through college), and who could forget...the Brownwood boys. That summer was a summer full of fun, new friends, and (of course) "romance". Garner is one of those places where you can be whomever you want to be because the chances of seeing anyone from Garner again is highly unlikely. Except this time. In fact, I was talking to one of the Brownwood boys via Facebook messenger this morning. Thirteen years later, we're still friends. Who would've thought...
I say all this because the best campsite EVER at Garner, right near the pavilion, was campsite 42. My cousins and I used to ritually chant "42" over and over again all the way into the park, and the whole time we were waiting for my grandmother to come back and let us know our campsite assignments. There were only a couple of years where we didn't have 42 the whole time, and we were known to pack up and move if it became available. It's just awesome. 42 pops up in my life all the time, and each time it does, a huge smile creeps across my face. It's practically involuntary. Something incredible is bound to happen to me when I turn 42, I just know it.
I also love the number 10. It just seems like a nice, solid number. I could go further into that and say that I first realized I liked that number when I realized it was the baseball number of someone that I thought was insanely cute when I was younger. I could say that each time I see 10, I think about "stealing" his baseball shirt with "10" on the sleeve, although I will argue to this day that he gave it to me willingly. 10 is just super. I have a 10 year-old. See? It works.
3: This one is even more ridiculous. When I was in high school, my best friend and I both had a thing for a soccer player. His number was 3. I don't know why we were so ridiculous, but we both agreed to make 3 our favorite number for forever. We were 15, y'all. Don't judge me. Either way, 3 is a favorite number...yes, I know it's pathetic. BUT there are 3 of us in my little family, and I think it works for us.
Just thinking about my favorite numbers makes me want to go camping. Driving home with the windows down and a cool breeze really makes me want to be outdoors, near the Frio River, just soaking in the sounds...just not the birds. Man, I hate birds. A lot. And they know it.
Aubs
When I was a teenager, I went camping with my extended family every summer. We went to Garner State Park, arguably one of my favorite places in the world. It's so peaceful and pretty and so much fun. As a teenager, we (my cousins, sister, and myself) had certain expectations, and even based our overall feeling of the trip on how many cute boys we met each year. I'm not kidding. We even had a numbers system with paper plates. We would sit, in lawn chairs, at the edge of our campsite and rate the boys as they drove by in their trucks. Some would continue to drive by in hopes of raising their score. Once it got dark, we would generally run into said boys at the dance the park staff hosted every night at the pavilion.
1999 was quite possibly the best year of them all. We ran into boys we had met the previous year from outside of Houston (it seemed like everyone was from Houston), some boys from Colleyville (My sister actually stayed friends with one of them through college), and who could forget...the Brownwood boys. That summer was a summer full of fun, new friends, and (of course) "romance". Garner is one of those places where you can be whomever you want to be because the chances of seeing anyone from Garner again is highly unlikely. Except this time. In fact, I was talking to one of the Brownwood boys via Facebook messenger this morning. Thirteen years later, we're still friends. Who would've thought...
I say all this because the best campsite EVER at Garner, right near the pavilion, was campsite 42. My cousins and I used to ritually chant "42" over and over again all the way into the park, and the whole time we were waiting for my grandmother to come back and let us know our campsite assignments. There were only a couple of years where we didn't have 42 the whole time, and we were known to pack up and move if it became available. It's just awesome. 42 pops up in my life all the time, and each time it does, a huge smile creeps across my face. It's practically involuntary. Something incredible is bound to happen to me when I turn 42, I just know it.
I also love the number 10. It just seems like a nice, solid number. I could go further into that and say that I first realized I liked that number when I realized it was the baseball number of someone that I thought was insanely cute when I was younger. I could say that each time I see 10, I think about "stealing" his baseball shirt with "10" on the sleeve, although I will argue to this day that he gave it to me willingly. 10 is just super. I have a 10 year-old. See? It works.
3: This one is even more ridiculous. When I was in high school, my best friend and I both had a thing for a soccer player. His number was 3. I don't know why we were so ridiculous, but we both agreed to make 3 our favorite number for forever. We were 15, y'all. Don't judge me. Either way, 3 is a favorite number...yes, I know it's pathetic. BUT there are 3 of us in my little family, and I think it works for us.
Just thinking about my favorite numbers makes me want to go camping. Driving home with the windows down and a cool breeze really makes me want to be outdoors, near the Frio River, just soaking in the sounds...just not the birds. Man, I hate birds. A lot. And they know it.
Aubs
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Stress
This week has been crazy busy, and it's only Wednesday. Seriously, y'all, I have no concept of time this week, and with so many deadlines for school, I'm running around like a...see? I can't even come up with a good analogy.
I have a 4 weekend class that ends on Saturday, and I picked up another online class this week. Add that to the three classes I'm already doing online, (one of which I just opened the textbook last week) and you might be able to understand my stress. On top of that, throw in baseball practice once a week, batting practice once a week, games once a week, and juggling whose week it is to have which kid, and it's a wonder I still find matching socks in the morning when I get ready for work. Come to think of it...that might save me some time.
I know I'm not alone when I say that it feels like there just aren't enough hours in the day, but I'm not really sure how to manage my time. I've never really had to worry about it before. Sure, I've always been stressed trying to juggle schedules, but it's really caught up to me this time. Things normally just fall into place, and it's not happening that way this time. I've never really been the kind of girl who's had to study to get the grades I want. I'm fairly logical and have good reasoning skills.
On that note, I'll shut up. Please don't throw anything at me. Okay, thanks.
N's dad and baby brother (NOT mine) met us at Market Street tonight so they could see each other since it's been a few days. (N did NOT really enjoy his field trip that much. Apparently, there were a ton of daddy long legs and he threw up a crispito in his bunk. Note from N: If you have to go to Sky Ranch, steer clear of the crispito. Consider yourself warned) Baby E and I are best friends...he just doesn't know it yet. He's almost 3 months old (we were 2 days away from being birthday buddies, which would've thrilled his mother to no end, I'm sure) and we are destined to be pals. His dad said, "Hey, E. Look at whoever you love the most!" and guess who won... Hint: It was someone who's not related to him in any way, shape, or form. Haha!
I tend to win people over...sometimes. When I want to. Even when I don't. And then I inevitably win over those I'm trying to avoid like the plague. Why? Because that's just the way things work when you're me. On that note, I can't wait for this week to be over. I can't wait to be in Houston this weekend, hanging out with my dad and sister and niece-dog. I can't wait to be off on Monday. This week is taking forever, probably because I have something I'm really looking forward to. Isn't that the way it always goes?! Also, it's almost Thanksgiving, and that thrills me to no end. I just thought I'd share. Random: it's the way to be.
Aubs
P.S. For those of you who were wondering, I didn't hear a mosquito in my car this morning, but I did end up with another bite, this time right below my eye on my right cheekbone. I'm not happy.
I have a 4 weekend class that ends on Saturday, and I picked up another online class this week. Add that to the three classes I'm already doing online, (one of which I just opened the textbook last week) and you might be able to understand my stress. On top of that, throw in baseball practice once a week, batting practice once a week, games once a week, and juggling whose week it is to have which kid, and it's a wonder I still find matching socks in the morning when I get ready for work. Come to think of it...that might save me some time.
I know I'm not alone when I say that it feels like there just aren't enough hours in the day, but I'm not really sure how to manage my time. I've never really had to worry about it before. Sure, I've always been stressed trying to juggle schedules, but it's really caught up to me this time. Things normally just fall into place, and it's not happening that way this time. I've never really been the kind of girl who's had to study to get the grades I want. I'm fairly logical and have good reasoning skills.
On that note, I'll shut up. Please don't throw anything at me. Okay, thanks.
N's dad and baby brother (NOT mine) met us at Market Street tonight so they could see each other since it's been a few days. (N did NOT really enjoy his field trip that much. Apparently, there were a ton of daddy long legs and he threw up a crispito in his bunk. Note from N: If you have to go to Sky Ranch, steer clear of the crispito. Consider yourself warned) Baby E and I are best friends...he just doesn't know it yet. He's almost 3 months old (we were 2 days away from being birthday buddies, which would've thrilled his mother to no end, I'm sure) and we are destined to be pals. His dad said, "Hey, E. Look at whoever you love the most!" and guess who won... Hint: It was someone who's not related to him in any way, shape, or form. Haha!
I tend to win people over...sometimes. When I want to. Even when I don't. And then I inevitably win over those I'm trying to avoid like the plague. Why? Because that's just the way things work when you're me. On that note, I can't wait for this week to be over. I can't wait to be in Houston this weekend, hanging out with my dad and sister and niece-dog. I can't wait to be off on Monday. This week is taking forever, probably because I have something I'm really looking forward to. Isn't that the way it always goes?! Also, it's almost Thanksgiving, and that thrills me to no end. I just thought I'd share. Random: it's the way to be.
Aubs
P.S. For those of you who were wondering, I didn't hear a mosquito in my car this morning, but I did end up with another bite, this time right below my eye on my right cheekbone. I'm not happy.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
This means war...
Imagine, if you will, pulling up to a stop light and seeing the person in the car next to you completely flipping out for reasons unknown. That was me this morning... My reason? A rogue mosquito.
This jerky bloodsucker might've even been in my car yesterday. I vaguely remember a buzzing noise, but then I turned my volume up and I didn't hear anything except for Eli Young Band after that. This morning, after a mad dash to get B on the bus (Side story: The ONE day he jacks around in the morning and isn't ready when it's time to meet the bus is the ONE day the bus comes early. Luckily, she hung out and waited for a few minutes while I hauled my butt over there to stop her. When I got to work, I noticed there was mud all over the bottom of my scrubs. Awesome.), I got in my car, and resolved that I would calm down and enjoy my commute to and from work. It really is the best part of my day...
Anyway, I'm driving along, and during a brief pause, I hear buzzing. Then, the bloodsucker flies right in front of my face, and my first reaction is to swat at it. I was obviously not awake, as I slapped myself in the face. (You can laugh. I did.) Then I got mad... I saw Bart (I named him as I was planning my attack, don't judge me) hovering near where my windshield and dashboard meet, but as I tend to have T-Rex arms, I couldn't reach. Of course, I had just removed my car of all things that could double as a weapon of any kind, so at one particular stoplight, the people next to me had a delightful view of me halfheartedly trying to reach the area just outside my reach zone. It was pathetic...and they laughed, which made me laugh even though I was determined to be pissed.
I should mention, at this point, I noticed my forehead was itching. Bart had scored a point. Jerk. He was flying around, and I was driving with one hand, singing along, and swatting at the air with the other hand. I probably looked like I was dancing, alas, I'm not a "car dancer." I don't dance, but that's a story for another time... At another red light, close to where I wink at my police officer friends on a regular basis, I decided I would make my move. I sat really still, turned the music down for optimum concentration, and the only thing moving were my eyeballs as they shifted from side to side watching for a sneak attack. I knew it was coming...
All of a sudden, I saw him! He was going in for the kill, so I slapped my knee. I think I got a little too excited about my attack strategy, because I could feel my slap travel the full length of my body. At this point, Bart still isn't dead, my forehead's still itching, and now I have a bruise forming on my knee. I also realized, at this exact moment, that I had left my oatmeal AND water on the counter at home. Obviously today was a Monday posing as a Tuesday.
When I arrived at work, my forehead was red, my forearm was itching, my knee was stinging, and when I turned off the car, I could hear Bart mocking me with his buzzing. I opened the door, hoping he would fly out and battle someone else, but he had gone incognito. (Haha, get it: incognito mosquito! I'm glad I make myself laugh) I was hoping it would get hot enough for him to die a tragic death in my car, but when I got in my car after work, I was suspicious. The buzzing was louder. What if Bart was really Betty and she moonlighted as a floozy? It's possible, if not probable...because there were TWO flippin' mosquitoes in my car after work.
I drove all the way home with the windows down, and all I can say is they better not be there in the morning. I might've lost today's battle, but I'm not going down without a fight. I'm bringing a magazine and bug spray in the car with me tomorrow. This means war, and I'm not about to lose to a stinkin' bug!
Aubs
This jerky bloodsucker might've even been in my car yesterday. I vaguely remember a buzzing noise, but then I turned my volume up and I didn't hear anything except for Eli Young Band after that. This morning, after a mad dash to get B on the bus (Side story: The ONE day he jacks around in the morning and isn't ready when it's time to meet the bus is the ONE day the bus comes early. Luckily, she hung out and waited for a few minutes while I hauled my butt over there to stop her. When I got to work, I noticed there was mud all over the bottom of my scrubs. Awesome.), I got in my car, and resolved that I would calm down and enjoy my commute to and from work. It really is the best part of my day...
Anyway, I'm driving along, and during a brief pause, I hear buzzing. Then, the bloodsucker flies right in front of my face, and my first reaction is to swat at it. I was obviously not awake, as I slapped myself in the face. (You can laugh. I did.) Then I got mad... I saw Bart (I named him as I was planning my attack, don't judge me) hovering near where my windshield and dashboard meet, but as I tend to have T-Rex arms, I couldn't reach. Of course, I had just removed my car of all things that could double as a weapon of any kind, so at one particular stoplight, the people next to me had a delightful view of me halfheartedly trying to reach the area just outside my reach zone. It was pathetic...and they laughed, which made me laugh even though I was determined to be pissed.
I should mention, at this point, I noticed my forehead was itching. Bart had scored a point. Jerk. He was flying around, and I was driving with one hand, singing along, and swatting at the air with the other hand. I probably looked like I was dancing, alas, I'm not a "car dancer." I don't dance, but that's a story for another time... At another red light, close to where I wink at my police officer friends on a regular basis, I decided I would make my move. I sat really still, turned the music down for optimum concentration, and the only thing moving were my eyeballs as they shifted from side to side watching for a sneak attack. I knew it was coming...
All of a sudden, I saw him! He was going in for the kill, so I slapped my knee. I think I got a little too excited about my attack strategy, because I could feel my slap travel the full length of my body. At this point, Bart still isn't dead, my forehead's still itching, and now I have a bruise forming on my knee. I also realized, at this exact moment, that I had left my oatmeal AND water on the counter at home. Obviously today was a Monday posing as a Tuesday.
When I arrived at work, my forehead was red, my forearm was itching, my knee was stinging, and when I turned off the car, I could hear Bart mocking me with his buzzing. I opened the door, hoping he would fly out and battle someone else, but he had gone incognito. (Haha, get it: incognito mosquito! I'm glad I make myself laugh) I was hoping it would get hot enough for him to die a tragic death in my car, but when I got in my car after work, I was suspicious. The buzzing was louder. What if Bart was really Betty and she moonlighted as a floozy? It's possible, if not probable...because there were TWO flippin' mosquitoes in my car after work.
I drove all the way home with the windows down, and all I can say is they better not be there in the morning. I might've lost today's battle, but I'm not going down without a fight. I'm bringing a magazine and bug spray in the car with me tomorrow. This means war, and I'm not about to lose to a stinkin' bug!
Aubs
Monday, October 1, 2012
Leann Rimes
Seriously, most random thing ever...I woke up this morning, (ridiculously early because N had to be at school at 6:30 for his field trip) and as I stumbled into the bathroom with the lights off (really bad idea if you're me), "Commitment" by Leann Rimes started bouncing around in my head. Why? I have absolutely no idea. I'm not a Leann fan, but I vaguely remember the song. Bizarre...which makes me think of "How Bizarre" by OMC. That song was fantastical way back when. You're welcome.
I got N to school on time and, while we're still in the parking lot, he says, "Okay, Mom. If you're going to hug me or try to embarrass me, just go ahead and do it now...in private." Direct quote. I took a quick picture to mark the occasion, and we walked inside to total chaos. There were tie-dyed shirts EVERYWHERE, and the noise level was unmatched. As we fist-bumped "bye" like we always do, I gave him this look, and he said, "Fine, but be quick." I squeezed that boy as hard as I could, and took off before I got teary-eyed. Going on a field trip? Not a big deal. Going on an overnight field trip with his school for 3 days and 2 nights? Kinda huge.
It finally kinda almost feels like fall around here. This morning, it was in the upper 50s when I took N to school...and it was only 82 when I left work this afternoon. 82! That's some serious progress. I'm positive that I was still wearing shorts around Thanksgiving last year, so we're getting there. There are lots of things coming up this week, some changes and maybe a story or two... You should definitely stay tuned.
...And then there's B. As I'm typing this, he has just finished taking a bubble bath in my bathroom, using measuring cups of various sizes to rinse corresponding body parts. I really couldn't give you any insight on that one. He dried off, put on underwear and a pair of my Asics, and went to his bathroom to brush his teeth. What a quirky little man...
We went to Rosa's Tortilla Factory for dinner, and as we were sitting there, I looked up and saw...B's dad and step mom. (Living in a smaller community: the gift that keeps on giving.) They didn't see us, and I was totally content not saying anything, but then B glanced over and looked back at me with a gleam in his eye. Needless to say, our dinner for two because a (somewhat awkward) dinner for four: boys vs. girls, or as B said, "Twins vs. Twins." It. Was. Awesome.
I've never been so happy to get home and crawl into bed in my life, except for then I realized I'm not kicking off October by stepping it up a notch on my workouts like I had originally planned. And when I say "stepping it up a notch", I should really say "coming back from hiatus" because that's pretty much entirely accurate. Who works out regularly all fall/winter/spring and then takes a vacation for the summer? Oh, that's right...it's me. The one who always does things in reverse order, just because she dares to be different.
Aubs
I realize I might be a tad partial, but isn't he handsome? My little guy isn't so little anymore...
I got N to school on time and, while we're still in the parking lot, he says, "Okay, Mom. If you're going to hug me or try to embarrass me, just go ahead and do it now...in private." Direct quote. I took a quick picture to mark the occasion, and we walked inside to total chaos. There were tie-dyed shirts EVERYWHERE, and the noise level was unmatched. As we fist-bumped "bye" like we always do, I gave him this look, and he said, "Fine, but be quick." I squeezed that boy as hard as I could, and took off before I got teary-eyed. Going on a field trip? Not a big deal. Going on an overnight field trip with his school for 3 days and 2 nights? Kinda huge.
It finally kinda almost feels like fall around here. This morning, it was in the upper 50s when I took N to school...and it was only 82 when I left work this afternoon. 82! That's some serious progress. I'm positive that I was still wearing shorts around Thanksgiving last year, so we're getting there. There are lots of things coming up this week, some changes and maybe a story or two... You should definitely stay tuned.
...And then there's B. As I'm typing this, he has just finished taking a bubble bath in my bathroom, using measuring cups of various sizes to rinse corresponding body parts. I really couldn't give you any insight on that one. He dried off, put on underwear and a pair of my Asics, and went to his bathroom to brush his teeth. What a quirky little man...
We went to Rosa's Tortilla Factory for dinner, and as we were sitting there, I looked up and saw...B's dad and step mom. (Living in a smaller community: the gift that keeps on giving.) They didn't see us, and I was totally content not saying anything, but then B glanced over and looked back at me with a gleam in his eye. Needless to say, our dinner for two because a (somewhat awkward) dinner for four: boys vs. girls, or as B said, "Twins vs. Twins." It. Was. Awesome.
I've never been so happy to get home and crawl into bed in my life, except for then I realized I'm not kicking off October by stepping it up a notch on my workouts like I had originally planned. And when I say "stepping it up a notch", I should really say "coming back from hiatus" because that's pretty much entirely accurate. Who works out regularly all fall/winter/spring and then takes a vacation for the summer? Oh, that's right...it's me. The one who always does things in reverse order, just because she dares to be different.
Aubs
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