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4月27日 Technical Difficultymy computer got struck by lightening and it will not be fixed soon. Nothing is going on anyway... 4月12日 WISH LISTThank you. Thank you, GLAMOUR magazine, for what was probably the best day of my life.
Or at least my week.
I'm going to come right out and admit it: I do occasionally suffer bouts of severe hypochondria(yes, along with the obsessive-depressive-maniacal-list making). Today, after reading a short but handy little article on three very vague symptoms of ovarian cancer, I decided that I was quite possibly dying and needed to live accordingly. It took all of 40 seconds to make this assessment.
Knowing how limited my time on this Earth was, I first began worrying. Wait! I haven't taken Mia on a fairy-hunt through the woods! I haven't taken Cheyenne backpacking through Italy! Caleb and I have never had a couples' massage for Christs' sake! What about the matching tatoos we've been planning to get? I haven't EVEN gotten to hold and cuddle with a baby chimpanzee!
I CAN'T PLAY THE TRUMPET!
And I had an insatiable hunger for frozen blueberries!
I leapt--leaped?--into action. Mia and I yoga-bootied to get our minds right. Never had a deep cleansing breath been so...cleansing. Next, we dumped a ton of frozen blueberries into a tupperware container and headed out to the clubhouse for a chowdown and a swing. Then, while Mia was taking a nap, I treated myself like the freakin' goddess that am and took a hot bath. I finally tried that lemon juice-brown sugar and honey concoction I've been curious about for so long. The brown sugar left me surprisingly soft, the honey left me sticky, and I don't recommend using anything "lemony" right after you shave your legs.
When Mia woke up, it struck me that I needed to get out and move around. So we danced to Disney Girls That Rock. And then, I wanted to run! And so, freshly scrubbed and squeaky-clean, I ran-jogged-fast walked-walked-schlepped-slowly around the block, Mia cheering in the stroller, Hannah Montana blazing through my mind ("You get the beeeeeeeeeeeeessssstttt of both worlds!"). I forgot how incredibly beet-red my face gets when I run. I think that's why I stopped running--I scare people.
I'm sure even those who live life to the fullest keep up with their daily responsibilities, so I took a break from the me-time and swept, folded clothes, and fed dogs before eating fried fish and cherry pie for dinner with the girls.
All in all, a pretty damn good day for someone who was just self-diagnosed with cancer. I know it's nothing to joke about, but my mind was in full-swing "what if?" mode and it got the best of me. I might not be scheduled to climb mountains or bungee jump anytime soon, but can't I just enjoy the "everyday"? I got to thinking, and I made a short LIST of ordinary things to do for the rest of my life (Thank Goodness the computer can't mess up my handwriting; I'd be here all night.)
Pretty attainable goals, right? I may or may not get started on them just yet. But at least my legs are soft. 4月11日 SickI suppose everyone would like to know how my Easter went. Actually, I don't really suppose that; I just like to talk about myself and I thought I'd tell everyone regardless.
Saturday me and the fam drove through backwoods-scary-redneck-whitetrash Oklahoma country to visit my uncle, who moved up here from Florida not too long ago. What was he thinking? Oh, yeah, something about the insanely CHEAP cost of living in this state sounded appealing to him and his girlfriend and they made the move. They live in a beautiful house out in the middle of nowhere and so far, they're loving it.
The trip was good. My aunts and my grandmother happened to be visiting at the time so it was like a mini-family reunion. We had beers at noon. We ate at a Mexican restaurant where the food was so good, I almost cried. My uncle is the key-keeper/shower of all the new homes in his new neighborhood so we got our own private tour after lunch. My Uncle Randy reminded me so much of my dad--on the way back, I missed him so much it hurt. Mia and Cheyenne gave my Aunt Connie grandma-training, and my Aunt Cathy inspired me to possibly think about possibly running again. Someday. Possibly.
Easter Sunday was interesting. I spent most of the day doing shots of Robitussen with Coke-chasers, Kleenex permanently attatched to my red face, eyes watering. Mia was feeling even worse--we dyed eggs, played with those incredibly realistic and well-endowed plastic barnyard animals and watched a little Charlotte's Web before calling it an early night at about 8:30. And there you have it.
We're finally having our patio extended--the tractor man came and dug out the ground yesterday--Mia and I watched fascinated out the window until they were done. I think today they might come back and pour the concrete. Sweet! Countdown to massive outdoor barbeque on the back porch commences in T minus however long it takes for concrete to dry. I don't know.
I'm looking for a dress to wear to INKA'S wedding. That woman went and black-tied-optional this event and the only formal thing I had to wear was the bridesmaid's dress that Mia threw up on 3 or 4 times during my sister Jenny's wedding. So I might option to wear something a little less fancy but just as fabulous. It's not everyday I get to mingle with real-live grownups and I need to look like I know what I'm doing.
My mom and dad and sister will be up here in 3 weeks--I've already written and 3-times revised the grocery list. It's not that I'm excited about it, which I am, but that's not what this whole re-write thing is about. I do that with every grocery list I make. I rewrite the entire list (which, yes, is in alphabetical order and divided into catagories--produce, dairy, meat, bread, snacks, etc.) if my handwriting funks up even one letter of one word.
Yeah...I think it's best I end this blog before I reveal any more obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
4月6日 Now's Best and WorstHere's all I got today:
My current pop-culture obsessions and depressions, in no particular order and of no particular length:
OBSESSIONS:
DEPRESSIONS:
RANT OF THE DAY: I also read an article today about 2 5th grade "couples" having sex in the classroom in front of the other students. How sad is that? Just a thought here, parents: turn OFF Ludacris when your kids are in the car. MTV non-stop is probably not a good idea either. What is your daughter wearing, I mean REALLY WEARING, underneath that big coat, and in some cases, that conservative pink sweater she wouldn't normally wear if you paid her? Go ahead and let your daughter read Cosmo Girl and Seventeen magazines, but maybe you'd better read them too. And what's so bad about snooping a little bit? Privacy? You need to hide your condoms or your weed? Oh, well then by all means. I won't look through your sockdrawer. Please. In my house, if you want to hide something, you'd better stash it in the attic, taped to the back of a board under fuzzy pink insulation. That is all. 4月3日 March of the Turtles Or tortises. Or whatever you call them.
Today I saw not one, not two, but 5--you heard it here, folks--5 ugly brown turtles on a podunk backwoods country road.
I was driving along, minding my own business, when one dashed out in front of my car. I swerved like a maniac and missed it by mere inches. I smiled and felt pretty proud of myself for being ever so watchful of one of God's beautiful creatures, only to run right over a baby turtle a few minutes later. I compare it to stepping on an M&M.
Tear.
I was pretty amazed I had seen 2 turtles in a row like that. How often does that happen? And then I spotted a third one, and then a fourth and fifth, all, of course, right in the middle of the road. It was like a cosmic destiny for turtles all over the world today to gather on the west side of County Road 2990. Pretty amazing stuff.
Me and Mia were taking the long way home from the store today. She had fallen asleep and I needed a nice country drive to get me out of a bad mood after a trip to the indoor playground at the mall.
Pet Peeve: Mothers who look way better than their kids do. You know--moms with the perfectly applied lipstick, french manicures, designer clothes...while their ratty children trip-trop along behind them on shopping trips. I'm usually the shining opposite example. My kid looks like a million bucks everytime we go out, while I schlep along behind HER, in my holey jeans and dirty flip flops, right into the playground where all the other runway mommies are sitting there like they're doing some sort of photo shoot. I feel weird, really weird, and completely out of place, and it occurs to me that maybe I should comb my hair or brush my teeth in the morning. Or something.
I walk through, trying to find a spot to plop in, and it's like I'm a nerd on a schoolbus--no one wants to sit by me, and every spreads their $300 diaper bags and jackets out as some sort of barrier--so I can't sit too close. Bitches.
So I get to be a greasy social outcast while my glamorous 2-year-old gets her play on. Finally someone talks to me--"Your little girl is so cute...she must get those perfect curls from her father, huh?"
What the hell?
"Yes, yes she did. And look at your kids! They must have come straight from a run-down trailer park, right? Where did you find the time to pick them up between doing your make-up and getting your nails done! Could you please tell your kid to stop pushing my kid? I know it's really hard to teach them manners when you're busy waxing that upper lip. And it's a wonder they're dressed at all! Who can afford kids' clothes when you have expensive crap to buy for yourself?"
No, I didn't say that. But I thought it. And no offense to the folks out there in run-down trailer parks. I lived in one once, and all the kids there were pretty good looking and for the most part, clean. At least they were when they were out with their mothers.
4月2日 Sleeping with the EnemySo, it's been awhile. Lots of rain. Loads of rain. Floods. Thank God we live on the closest thing to an actual hill that Oklahoma has to offer.
My father-in-law drove up last Tuesday with that wicked awesome wooden playset for the kids. 3 colossal sized boxes full of wood--no instructions. Project started: Wednesday A.M. Project finished: approximately noon on Sunday, after 5 solid days of building in the sloshing cold rain, dealing with non-labled pieces of wood, and my husbands erratic schedule. Grandpa slaved away, day in, day out, most of the time by himself. But the playset is set up and it looks amazing. Mia loves it. She waits all of 5 minutes after waking up to go outside. We eat every meal in the clubhouse. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to loose some serious weight bouncing from the slide, to the swing, to the rock wall, to the tunnel, to the clubhouse, and down the slide again. FOR HOURS ON END.
I've yet to REALLY enjoy my new brown sectional couches. I toyed with the idea of sleeping on it last night as I lay in bed for 4 hours listening to Caleb snore. It was horrendous. It's not even the rhythmic "Honk....shooooo" most people snore. He sounds more like a rabid elephant in labor. Instead of relocating to the living room (too much effort, too late at night) I resorted to kicking him in his sound sleep.
HIM: "Cut it out!"
ME: "You're snoring. Loud!"
HIM: "So, you don't have to wake me up. I have to work in the morning. Just learn to deal with it."
ME: "But babe, you don't snore normally. It's like nothing I've ever heard. Can't you just roll over on your side?"
HIM: "Huh..."
ME: "Babe?"
HIM: "Stop kicking me!"
ME: "I hate you."
HIM: "HONK-HONK-HONK-SHOOOOO-HONK-SHOOOO-HONK!"
So, today I'm tired. All I know is that I better start getting a good night's sleep if I'm expected to be worth anything on the playground.
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