Undecided

I can't decide if I should go to the gym or not this morning.

Really, I don't have anything better to do. The husband is still out of town and it is kindof lonely around here. I don't have any money to spend, so we really can't go shopping or anything. I guess we could carve our pumpkin, but, eh, that doesn't sound like too much fun right now.

I slept terribly last night. I don't know if I am getting a cold or not, but I had heartburn that made me want to throw up and my throat was sore and I couldn't breathe through my nose. It was nasty. So, at midnight, I took a sleep aid and a heartburn aid, and that helped, but I didn't get nearly enough sleep when the baby started to scream "No nap time Mama!" at 6:45 this morning.

On another note - we just got back from Disneyland this week. I went with my SIL and her two kids. It was a fun time, but, unfortunately, I couldn't imbibe in any cocktails. That was a bummer. But, then we went down further south to the San Diego area to visit some of her relatives and her aunt and uncle were extremely nice, but her cousins, oh my gosh, I have NEVER been treated so rudely in my life. I mean, these people only said hi to us briefly and then continued to lay on their couch and watch football for the rest of the morning. Oh, they even decided to make bacon and eggs and toast and eat it all in front of us without offering us a single thing. They sucked. They were just so totally self-absorbed it was insane.

Whatever.

I'm just glad it wasn't my family, although my SIL is totally different and nothing like those people were.

Today is a new day and I am so tired! Can I just do nothing today? I think I need to look for a job, though. That might be something that needs to be done for sure.

Ok, since it is Friday, I'm going to not go to the gym and start all fresh and new on Monday. Yeah, that's it. New on Monday. Good thinking.

It's official!!!

I saw the baby's heartbeat yesterday!

Yay!

I have told a few people, but not really everyone yet. No one reads this anyway, so I can add my little baby ticker on the side.

I am so excited it is wonderful!

Although, it makes our house seem a lot smaller and we may just have to get a new house soon. And, thinking about that makes me want to clean and get rid of stuff so we don't have to move it all.

Anyway, thank you all for your congratulations! Ha ha, not that anyone is saying anything...

Still, I'm pretty excited!

Showers

No, not the kind of showers I long for. The gray days that are filled with steaming bowls of potato chowder or beef chili. These showers I am talking about are showers that we take every day to wash off the dirt and grime of the gym or the sleepy cobwebs of the night.

I don't take them alone anymore.

The second I say that I am going to take a shower, a certain little boy says, "no, no, no, ME take a shower!" and then I say, "oh, you want to take a shower?" and he says "OH YEAH!"

Oh boy.

It is totally cute and endearing, but sheesh, is nothing sacred anymore? Can I not get a little tiny break in the day?

Sometimes I can sneak off to my bedroom and take a shower when he is watching Sesame Street, but mostly, he is following closely on my heels as I put stuff away around the house and the second I walk into my bathroom, he says, "no, no, no, ME take a shower!"

That little dude is too funny!

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Anywho - went out to lunch today with a couple of girlfriends and their baby/neice. It was nice, but I think I ate way too much food. I mean, when you order the Ninja lunch special at this place, I think they are thinking of the Beverly Hills Ninja (ok, ok, if you didn't see the movie, the ninja is played by Chris Farley). Ha ha, I crack myself up, I swear.

Well, I guess I have to crack someone up since no one else is reading this.

Then we went to the post office where it was totally jam packed because of the holiday yesterday and the baby wanted to not move so I had to drag him out by the shoulder.

He is really getting very opinionated these days. It is quite spectacular. I think he is entering his terrible two's. Crap - he JUST TURNED two! I thought this didn't really happen until the last half of the terrible twos!?! Oh well, most of the other time he is a wonderful child. I have been really looking at him in a different light these past few days. These aren't just the last few days that he will be this age, or this tall, or this small - these are the last days that he will be the *only* child. I mean, we still have a long way to go, but soon he will be sharing our love with another in the family. It is scary and exciting all at the same time.

Tomorrow will be a good day.

6 years

Yesterday was our 6 year wedding anniversary. I can't believe it has been 6 years already! Wow, how time flies. Plus, we have a 2-year old now too! What the heck happens with all this time? It just flies right past us.

Well, we had a wonderful, wonderful anniversary! It was full of many, many surprises. One so big I can't even say here.

Otherwise, I got a beautiful boquet of roses and tiger lillies. Then, we were going to go to a movie, but I really didn't want to and then we got to drop the kiddo off at friends' house for a babysitting gig and we went out to the Capital Grille for dinner! Yummy! It was so good I was ready to pop. And, I think my husband almost did. I don't know where he puts all that food, honestly.

It was a lovely, lovely day, and more about that later.

My car hates me

So, I have this car, well, ok, it is a BIG car - one of those SUV kindof cars, so I guess you can techincally call it a truck, but I digress.

I have this truck/SUV/automobile that has it out for me. I don't know why, but there is one part of this car that hates me. It is the front speaker on the driver's door. It is a good speaker and whatnot - it works just fine, it is just positioned directly where my right knee pivots to get out of the vehicle. So, I'm just getting out of the car, turn off the key, swing my left leg out, then swing my right knee and leg towards the door.

That's when I get it.

That is when my right knee literally grates on the speaker that is on the door.

It is like I'm running a microplane across my kneecap.

And it HURTS! Man alive, does it ever hurt!

Holy crap, so then I'm doing a little dance and saying "owie, owie, OWIE!" and Brannan is saying "sorry, mama" and I say, "it's ok baby, it is mama's fault" and then jump up and down and turn around in circles on my other leg.

My last scab was almost to the point of coming off! And, now, the scab and more skin has been grated into my speaker.

That damn speaker.

And, owie, it still hurts.