Right after I got done writing the previous post about my husband getting me a Dell, I went upstairs to get Emily from her crib to go pick up the boys, all on cloud nine. I was even humming the Dell song as I strapped her into her car seat. I hopped into the driver's side of the van, started it up, backed up and BAM! CRUNCH!
I looked behind me to see the garage door HALF WAY DOWN with a really big dent in it.
I am not even kidding.
You bet I did!!!! Truly, I was very innocently checking our email today, when lo and behold, there was a message from Dell, Inc stating that my order had been shipped!!!
Yes, I went nuts!!!! Screaming, jumping up and down, I called Heth right away. Then I called my husband and left him a voice mail telling him I love love love him. And then I thought I'd be cute and forward the email from Dell to him with my own little love note attached. He was disappointed, of course, that I discovered my birthday gift ahead of time. (I always manage to do that!!)
I've dreamt of those lovely Inspirons that come in eight fabulous colors, humming the catchy little tune they use in their commercials, and dreaming dreaming dreaming that I would someday own one (in red, of course, to match my kitchen).
My angel of a husband BOUGHT ME ONE!!!
Thank you, honey!!!! <3
Nah, not really. But we're moving. Again. My husband's company made some changes and so his department is being relocated.
You know, it's deja vu. A year ago in September, when I was still pregnant with my daughter, Eric called to tell me we had to have a talk when he got home. And so we found out we'd be moving. Things moved pretty quickly from there, and then on December 30 we moved here.
I'm not freaking out this time. I know what it is like to move now, I know how to find a church, school, doctors, etc, and house hunting is always fun! And it's only 6 hours from here, so the new friends we made here can come visit if they'd like! Or we can come back here to visit them. It's all good.
Each Tuesday is Library Day at school for both the boys. Ethan's latest trend is to bring home I Spy books. Those are fun and we look at them together in the mornings before I take him to afternoon kindergarten.
Owen, just like the second graders I used to teach, is really into bringing home the absolute biggest fattest books he can find. This doesn't bother me because I know that the books he reads in class are developmentally appropriate, and we have zillions of second grade level books here at the house.
Last week he brought home a gigantic book on World War II. Not quite sure why that would be available for school children, but I do understand the cool feeling a kid has from carrying around a really huge book. I personally never carried huge books around, but I do remember in 5th grade checking out the exact same book over and over again during my library time. I believe it was called The Strawberry Girl and I have no clue who the author was. I never read it, not even one word, but I checked it out time and again because I loved the crinkly plastic cover protector on it. It was in mint condition, no tears or rips because obviously no one else had checked it out, and it made a nice crinkly sound. The pages had that "old book" smell. And I liked the inside cover even more, because it was decorated with strawberries from margin to margin. I kept it on the corner of my desk. I just might look into finding a copy of it and reading it someday.
Well, anyway, I picked the kids up from school today and checked their backpacks as usual for any homework assignments, notes, etc. My conversation with Owen went like this:
"Oh, it was Library Day today. Your backpack is heavy. I see you got another huge book. What's it called?"
"I dunno."
"Well, what's it about?" (I looked at the cover and saw that it said The Americas. A history book. Boring. (but I didn't say that to Owen).
Then very matter of factly, with a hint of a "You might be interested in this book mom" tone in his voice he said,
"But it has a naked lady in it."
I couldn't help but giggle just a little little bit. Every kid discovers those books. This was a history book with topless Native Americans (who actually looked more like chubby naked Europeans with lily white skin, that's just how old this book was).
I said something like, "Yep, those are Native Americans. It looks like those particular women didn't wear shirts." I tried to have an "Oh, big deal" kind of attitude about it.
I asked Owen if that's why he checked that book out. Of course he said no, and then asked if he could have a snack.
We have sliding doors that lead out to the backyard. Emily loves to look out the windows and watch her brothers play. In the track of those sliding doors is a variety of dead flies and beetles. I know there were at least four in there. Why hadn't I cleaned them out of there earlier? Good question, because just now, Emily ATE THEM.
The worst part was that even though the bugs were dead, I was too creeped out to put my fingers in her mouth to remove any leftovers. I said, "Acky! Acky!" and opened my mouth up wide and said, "Ahhhhhh" to try to get her to do it. She chewed for a moment then just smiled at me. I saw a bit of a beetle on the floor next to her. I just couldn't get up the nerve to put my fingers in her mouth and see if she still had some in there. So I went to the kitchen sink and filled a little cup of water up, thinking I'd "drown" them out (if they were still in there) kind of like you'd wash your eye out, you know, when you get something in your eye and pour water over it? Yeah, I thought that'd work. But instead, Emmy just happily sucked on the rim of the cup and managed to take a couple of good swallows of water.
She's fine. She's happily playing with her toys. She didn't gag or choke or anything. My boys never did this, so naturally I'm appalled.
Ugh. I went shopping yesterday. I thought I'd update my wardrobe of free youth gathering t-shirts and a multitude of cargo pants and purchased some of the latest fashions. I felt like they looked a little "not right," but the sweet darling little sales gal assured me that they were "perfect!" and "adorable!" and "that's JUST how it's supposed to look!"
So I came home all excited and thought I'd send Heth the link to all my new fashions so she could see them too, since she lives 8 million miles away, and I got on that particular store's website. I discovered that the way I was wearing the clothes looked NOTHING like how the people in the pictures were wearing them...
I wasted 5 whole hours and I don't even want to tell you how many dollars on clothes that do NOT fit me.
I HATE SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES!!!
I'll have to make a trip alllllllllll the way back to the store to see if I can find a size that will work better, otherwise I'll have to return everything.
