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Thursday, February 28, 2008

It's called a S-T-O-P sign for a reason people!

You guessed it. That's my poor little Passat up there smashed in. At 3:30 CST a 20 year old kid, driving an O'rielly's Auto Parts truck, wasn't smart enough to read those red octagonal signs that instruct you to stop. Wait let me say that louder, STOP!

Today I was hit by a kid who couldn't read or follow basic traffic law. I'm drained and I want to go to sleep. I'm sure it's all the adrenaline that's now left my system, which is leaving me feeling so tired.

The thing that amazed me was how cavalier this kid was. He could have cared less than he hit me. He made it seem like it was my fault that he pulled out from a stop sign and ran into the side of my car. How stupid does he think the police officer was? There was no damage to the front of my car, so when he said, "She came out of no where!" it wasn't a likely story. Especially when it was clear the he had run into my passenger door and scraped up the side of my car.

My husband, my white knight in shining armor, which was a gun metal grey VW, rode to my assistance. The huge blessings I received today:

**That young 'could care less' kid drove away with a huge fat ticket! Cha-ching!

**My dealership gave me a loaner for a couple of days till I get my rental.

**My back is hurt...but nothing is broken.

**I got some quality one on one time with my hubbie. We ate Mexican food until the tow truck picked up my poor Passat, and I drank a margarita that tasted like Lysol. (Yes it was a little hole in the wall, but it was a date with my husband and I enjoyed every minute of it....even if I drank Lysol sip by sip.)

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Bathroom Etiquette

I recently posted on a how my son just loves our babysitter. Little Sarah is a great girl, who comes over from time to time to give us a night out. We usually use our family, as we're on a tight budget, but we can't rely on them every time.

A few weeks ago, we asked her to sit for a few hours. I had a work function to go to, and my husband could get home from work in time for our schedules to work for our son. She came over to bridge the gap.

Later that night, I got home to see my son and husband playing. I asked how everything went. He raised his eyebrow and said fine. I knew there had to be a story there. After our little guy went to bed, he told me what Sarah informed him about the night's activities.

Apparently when they were playing UNO earlier in the evening, he jumped up and rushed off saying how his tummy hurt. She followed him to the bathroom, but stood out in the hall without seeing in to give him space. She asked if he needed anything. He told her to come in and sit on the tub's edge, as that's what his mommy or daddy sometimes do. So she did.

After he finished going poop, she got up to leave...to let him take care of doing his business. Before she could leave, he bent over...put his hiney in the air and said wipe please!

I can just see the amusement on her face...wondering how she should handle the situation. She told my husband she wiped him clean, but before she was done...my son turned his head up to say, "You're such a pretty girl."

My husband and I laughed our a**** off. Not only does he ask her to do something a little uncomfortable but then he flirts with her in the process. Needless to say I've made sure he knows to wipe himself in the company of others. He does it at school, so there's no need for assistance from a sitter.

As far as the flirting...he's got a green light. He's a cute kid who loves to tell women how pretty they are. I hope he never loses that urge.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Cephzil Attack

The last two weeks have been a trial for our little household. My son started with a chest cough, which moved into bronchitis. He allergically reacted to his first anti-biotics, and now he's having bumps on his upper lip with the second. Granted he's only had it happen twice in two days, but I thought it was worthy of a doctor's call. He, however, called me and told me to continue on the Cephzil.

Thankfully he's been okay so far, with the exception of acting like he's on drugs. Well, yah, he is on drugs, but this med is seriously knocking his attitude out of whack. Everything is dramatic, and he cries or throws a tantrum at the drop of a hat. He can't make up his mind, so one second he'll be happy then the next he'll be screaming at me.

I know when kids are sick you're not supposed to use typical discipline when it comes to behavioral issues, but seriously....I'm about ready to pull my hair out. My sweet child HIT my mom yesterday, and has been extremely aggressive toward me too. This behavior is worse right after a dose of this anti-biotic.

Have any of you had any experiences like this? Do I need to get him back to the doctor or ride it out?


Saturday, February 16, 2008

Family Circle

My husband is such a sweet guy. He was having a snack and picked up my latest mag that was mailed to us...Family Circle. Every once in a while he'll surprise me with some knowledge he'll pick up on handy house tips or kid rearing, and I'll ask him where he heard that from. He just smiles like he's the expert, and I ask if he read it in one of my magazines. "Maybe!" He tilts his head at me, not wanting to admit he pays any attention to them.

Tonight he brought me my Family Circle mag, which I had yet to crack open. "They've got a writing contest...You should enter."

My husband is one of the coolest guys I know, bad habits and all...I love him to pieces. To not only read these girly mags (not those kinds people) but then find something in them to benefit me. I just think that's pretty awesome. (Again not those kind of girly mags)

Although I'm half a chapter away from the end of my manuscript, and trying to figure out how to end the darned thing...I'm seriously considering entering. If only for the fact that my husband has enough faith in my writing abilities. The first prize winner gets $750 and that could go to making a house payment, or toward our Hawaii trip (that's another blog).

I read the first prize winner's entry from last year's contest, which was good, but I knew I could enter something just as good if not better. So cross your fingers for me. Now I have to switch gears and not only be thinking of the best ending for my manuscript, but also be focusing on which piece I want to create for this contest. I've got lots of stories wrapped up in my mind. It's just a matter of fine tuning one and putting it to paper.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Artsy Fartsy

Rebecca had her master piece displayed on her blog and I thought it was cool enough to go make my own.

I'm not sure how my painting would look from week to week depending on my mood, but today it turned out like this:

Click here to create your own painting.

So tell me all you art critics and blog hoppers, what do you interpret from this work of art? Am I happy, sad, tired, or energetic today? If I had a glass of wine and were studying it, I would say it gave me a sense of freedom with a touch of being lost. Or some other artsy nonsense. How about you???

Thursday, February 14, 2008

HVD from OKC

Happy Valentines Day to the one I love. Hope you log on and see this today.
I love you.

For the rest of you, who aren't my husband, I hope you have a wonderful day of love. If you're with the one you love, count your blessings. If you're wanting to be with someone to love, have faith. And always know your heavenly father sends you Valentines every day, with much love in his heart.

Monday, February 11, 2008

My blog love to thee...

Piper, a friend of mine at Bliss in Bloom is quickly becoming one of my most favorite people in blog land. (The other two are Terri and Tam, who I highly recommend stopping by)

Back to Piper...She sent me a blog love award and I'm humbled to put in on my page. I guess that means she loves my blog almost as I enjoy hers! I tried to figure out how to embed some code so it would link to her page, but I'm so computer illiterate when it comes to that stuff. If anyone can tell me how...please leave me a note on how to for blog dummies!

If you're not already reading up on Piper's world then you should. She's got an amazing heart and a highly intuitive spirit about her. She's well worth the click through just to read up on her life and her world.

I hope you all have a fun reading and let me know what you think on all three of these amazing women. I'm sending some blog love to all three of you...Piper, Terri, and Tam!

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Roller Queen

So I've not had long hair since college...note the pictures a couple post below this one. In the last 5 months, from my son's and husband's requests, I've grown it out to my shoulders. I have tried in years past, but no hair dresser could ever get it past that 'in between' stage, where I wanted to shave it all off because it started to drive me crazy.

Luckily in the last 4 years, I've had my wonderful hair dresser and friend, Rachel, at a salon down in South OKC. In the last 4 to 5 months, it's suddenly just gotten long! She styled and trimmed it in such a manner, that I never knew I was growing out. One morning I just woke up and it was long. I do have great genes in the hair and skin department so that helped it grow super fast, but Rachel is blessed with a gift.

So tonight my husband and I have a swanky dinner for his work. He was invited to the local country club because he won an award, which the recipients of get to attend this year end bash. Well....it's in February...but it's to honor those from 2007.

When I worked at this company, I won this honor two years in a row. So I'm going to wear my pin tonight on my outfit that will symbolize that I'm a "Publisher's Club" winner.

I don't usually get to get dressed up, and this post inspired me to pull out my curlers from the 80's/90's to give myself a little style tonight. However...I think these things hadn't been used in 15 years and were raring to get out. They kicked in overdrive and curled my hair like I was going to a pageant.

Luckily I have hair long enough to pull into a pony tail. I'm afraid to show you the before picture, b/c I may not get it up again looking half way decent. BUT I will say that the after ain't half bad!

Wednesday, February 06, 2008


Next month my son will turn five. When asked how old he is for the last 4 months he's told everyone 'four and a HALF'. Suddenly in the last few weeks, his answer has turned to 'four and THREE QUARTERS'. Now how he figured that out I'm not quite sure, but he's always been my amazing child.

My child, when who was 2, could look in my eyes and tell when I was troubled. By simply lovingly telling me that everything would be okay, suddenly everything was. He's this child who has an amazingly pure and wise spirit, which God has blessed him with. He's this child whose brain is always ticking, trying to put it all together...and he usually does and better than most of the adults around him.

I'm blown away at how fast he's grown up and it seems somedays he's already a teenager in some ways. I get the 'Oh whateeever mom' in an exasperated voice. And the ever pleasant, 'man that's off the hook'. I can see him ten years from now and I just want it to slow down so he can be my baby a little bit longer.

Luckily for me, he's not outgrown my hugs and kisses yet. He loves to pull me close, look into my eyes, and say, "Let me look into those beautiful brown eyes." It makes me melt everytime. And yet he's such a tough little boy. He loves to get rough and tumble. Hockey and bull riding seem to be his favorite play time activities. Of course he's riding a hippity hop throughout the house, while waiving one arm in the arm screaming, Whoo HOooo I'm a bull rider.

My 4.75 boy makes me the happiest mom in the world, and I just felt the need to express that today.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Lunch with Whit

Coming from Japan, I wasn't like most college freshmen. My dad was military, so it afforded me professional packers to move me in while other freshmen had their cars loaded up to the roof and were hauling their own gear into their rooms. Now here I was in Oklahoma far from the Orient and it's casual environment.

Not only was I in a new place, but I was in a strange place. I had moved quite often growing up so I was used to being the new kid, but I felt like such a foreigner at this point in life. Most of the places I'd called home in the years prior were mostly tropical, so I was most comfortable in my bikini top and jean shorts. Now I was being greeted by girls with big hair and cowgirl boots on a campus where shorts weren't allowed to be worn.

My college experience was nothing short of the movie, Footloose, where the outsider is seen as a trouble maker, when he's just being himself. My school was a private one, where you couldn't drink or dance...if you did you'd get kicked out. Heck, we even had a curfew and the dorms had strict policies about barring the opposite sex. It felt like church camp.

My number one goal was to break all those rules, and not get caught. Not that I was a bad kid, but I had a problem with being told 'not' to do something. The first girl I met there, Whitney, is my best friend for life. She was a pastor's daughter, and I was a colonel's kid. And if you've ever seen Footloose you know what pastor's kids are like. IF you've ever seen 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' than you know what Colonel's daughters are like. We were a dangerous duo and loved every minute of it.

I had lunch with Whit today. She drove down with her daughter from Kansas. She moved there after college graduation, and ended up married with two kids. I was a bridesmaid and have seen her grow into a lovely young woman. I've since stayed here, put down roots for the only time in life, and am married with one child. We're still a crazy couple of girls, but nothing compared to back in the day.

We both dutifully attended our Christian private school, with Christian backgrounds, but were very rebellious. I think most bouncers and bar owners knew us by name, but now we're more into school functions or PTA. We've obviously calmed down and grown up, but because of our backgrounds are more well adjusted than girls we went to school, who didn't let loose back then. These were the girls that looked down their noses at us, because we were 'bad girls'. Now they are those ones in the bars experimenting with life, because they couldn't then.

Seeing Whit today gave me such a lift, just remembering our shenanigans. The practical jokes we got away with that only she and I know about. A few little minor infractions of the rules/law here or there that we never got caught doing, and a lot of dancin and drinking went into play in the 90's. Here is a picture of us before....and after 10 years.

A casual night at home, with big hair and lots of make-up...circa august 1994

After lunch, trying to get out of getting the sun grins. A few more laugh lines, less make-up, and calmer hair....but still smiling big!

Both back to our Christian faith, although we were never removed...we just lived a little. Both enjoying the blessings God has given us, and thankful we made it through our rebellion to see what God had and has in store for us.