So, I was driving down the road the other day, talking on the phone, multi-tasking. You know, what you should be doing while driving a stick-shift.
As I hung up the phone, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I thought it was a fly or something - they seem to like my car. I turned my head to try and find the flying object and there was a spider hanging two inches from my face.
NOT cool!
I did yell, I admit it. (It was rather unexpected, you know.) I hit it, and it disappeared. So now there is a spider in my car and I don't know where it went. I actually pulled the car over, opened the door and got half-out, frantically looking for it. Couldn't find it, of course, and so I felt that horrid bug-crawling-on-you feeling that you get when you around ants or something.
I STILL don't know where it is.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
The Nose Knows
Monday was a normal day.
Get up. Kids to school. Go to work.
At 2:30, my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyway. It was MB's daycare teacher. She very seriously informed me that I needed to pick him up. I thought he was sick or other such things. But, no. I had to pick him up because....
....he had stuck a bead up his nose.
They said they tried to get it out, but couldn't. So I told my boss I had a bead emergency and left. Off to the doctor, where the bend was successfully extracted without to much trauma. Then he wanted to go back to school.
The night ended with him hitting his head at least twice, and crying he was bleeding (which he wasn't) after hitting his mouth. All of this AFTER he was in bed.
Ah, Monday's.
Get up. Kids to school. Go to work.
At 2:30, my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyway. It was MB's daycare teacher. She very seriously informed me that I needed to pick him up. I thought he was sick or other such things. But, no. I had to pick him up because....
....he had stuck a bead up his nose.
They said they tried to get it out, but couldn't. So I told my boss I had a bead emergency and left. Off to the doctor, where the bend was successfully extracted without to much trauma. Then he wanted to go back to school.
The night ended with him hitting his head at least twice, and crying he was bleeding (which he wasn't) after hitting his mouth. All of this AFTER he was in bed.
Ah, Monday's.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Oh, the Torture!
It is a time to be feared. A time that one hopes will never come. You can fight it, but it's not going to stop it. Because it has to be done.
What's that? What's so scary? It's time for...
..a haircut!! (Dun-Dun-Dun)
Yes, haircuts. The most menacing of things. At least you would think so by the way MB reacts to them. You would think that we were torturing him. Screaming and crying. The hair that falls on him? Might as well be a knife stabbing him. Seriously. That is what it sounds like.
His hair is crazy. (Reference this blog for details.) And it grows ridiculously fast. But we usually wait until it looks like a wild lion mane before we break down and torture him. Therefore, it was a pleasant surprise to come home from church tonight to find that Gemaw and Auntie had done it for me.
The point? Next time you hear screaming from my house, just know that the clippers have come out!
What's that? What's so scary? It's time for...
..a haircut!! (Dun-Dun-Dun)
Yes, haircuts. The most menacing of things. At least you would think so by the way MB reacts to them. You would think that we were torturing him. Screaming and crying. The hair that falls on him? Might as well be a knife stabbing him. Seriously. That is what it sounds like.
His hair is crazy. (Reference this blog for details.) And it grows ridiculously fast. But we usually wait until it looks like a wild lion mane before we break down and torture him. Therefore, it was a pleasant surprise to come home from church tonight to find that Gemaw and Auntie had done it for me.
The point? Next time you hear screaming from my house, just know that the clippers have come out!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Fowl Play
I'm driving along this morning at a nice pace, and this bird lands right in the middle of my lane. Of course they always fly off right when your car is about to run over them. This stupid bird did not. It started walking to towards the center line, and then tries to take off. I hear a noise and look in my rearview mirror to see feathers. I think it made a slight dent in my car, too. Not sure what happened to the bird.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Homestyle Naked
Funny little story for you.
Usually when MB has to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he will yell for me until I drag myself out of my (five-feet in the air loft) bed. Very rarely will he just get up and go and I don't know about it.
The other morning, when I woke the kids up, he informed me that he had a little peepee in his pants. I told him to go potty so he doesn't get anymore in his pants. He said that he went by himself sometime in the night and it was all better. He then got out of bed to get ready for school.
He was butt-naked.
Usually when MB has to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he will yell for me until I drag myself out of my (five-feet in the air loft) bed. Very rarely will he just get up and go and I don't know about it.
The other morning, when I woke the kids up, he informed me that he had a little peepee in his pants. I told him to go potty so he doesn't get anymore in his pants. He said that he went by himself sometime in the night and it was all better. He then got out of bed to get ready for school.
He was butt-naked.
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