Easter Hunt

Today, I took the day off work (a day off-what is that?!) and took the kids on an Easter Egg hunt here in our little Stars Hollow town of Franklin, TN.

It lasted all of 10 minutes, but we had a lot of fun! Josh had Keira at one end and I had Night at the other. Surprisingly (and very fitting), all of the eggs Night found had little toys in it and all the ones Keira found had candy! I guess they didn't distribute them very evenly, but both kids were happy with their finds.

Before and after the hunt, Josh and I indulged in our bargaining...indulgences. We went garage sale-ing. Since I always work on Friday and Saturday mornings, we never get to go, but we had a lot of fun. We found some playstation and gameboy games, a lantern for a movie prop for Josh, and the big find of the day was an old-school gameboy for Night. It had 13 games with it and a carrying case, marked $25, talked down to $15. I think I could've gotten her lower-she caved pretty easily...

Now maybe he'll leave my pink ds alone!!

Oh! and we got an electric wok for $4.

Good day!

Now I need to go watch THE SHIELD on DVD and prepare for the new season that starts Tuesday. I have 2 seasons to catch up on, so I've got a lot of watching to do.

Girls can be Ewoks too!

Night said, "I'm Han Solo." (he is also Spongebob, ScoobyDoo, and Spiderman)

I said, "I'm Princess Leia."

Night said, "Who can Keira be?"

I said, "She can be an ewok."

Night said, "No. Ewoks are boys. Keira can't be an ewok."

I said, "There has to be girl ewoks. Who would have the baby ewoks in their tummies if there are no girl ewoks? Have you ever seen a boy with a baby in his tummy?"

This puzzled him for a moment, then he said, "When I was in your tummy, dad was pregnant. I said Keira can't be an ewok."

From the Doorway

Things I've learned from the doorway:

• It is still fun to stand in the doorway and push out so that your arms raise by themselves! When I tried it, I was sad at first because I didn't think it worked, but it just took a couple of seconds for my arms to work.
• I can NOT do a pull-up. Josh installed a pull-up bar. Everyone in my family can do one but me. I seriously try. Know how Josh comforted me when I said I couldn't do a pull up? He said that he saw the bar wiggle so he could tell that I was at least trying...
• If Josh upsets me, all I have to do is tell him I'm getting my blog out to tell on him. It gets him to behave.
  

Even at 4 Years Old...

He mocks me. Today after work, I was settling in for my nap. I took a long time getting home this afternoon**, so I didn't have much time for sleeping before Josh left for school.

As I'm lying in bed, eyes glued shut, Night walks into the room. I tell him that I'm tired and want to sleep so he should leave the room. He says, "Yeah. Okay." Hee Hee. Needless to say, I didn't get my nap. We all knew I wouldn't get to rest; Night just wasn't afraid to admit it!!

It all worked out, though because we went for another walk and had a great time!

**Today, being the first day of Spring, Dunkin Donuts celebrated by giving away free iced coffees. Since I love love love coffee (notice there are no commas-too much caffeine in me to stop for commas!) and I love love love getting free stuff, I just had to go. We have a Dunkin Donuts that opened fairly recently here in Franklin, so I really had no excuse...other than the fact that I got lost.

I went to the grocery store to pick up diet coke. I won't buy it unless it is $2.50/12 pack or less, unless we are out. We can't ever be out of diet coke (or diet pepsi-I have no loyalties), so when I see a sale, I have to stock up. Today, we were out (shock, horror) but I saw a sale (phew!), so you know I didn't make it home without stopping. Anyway, I thought that Dunkin Donuts was only a few blocks away from the grocery store that I went to for the diet coke. In all actuality, it IS only a few blocks away, but it is in an area where there is a lot of new growth, and they are just now getting to building all the streets! It took me 20 minutes to get to Dunkin Donuts. I don't know this for sure, but looking back, I think I could've walked through the field behind the grocery store and gotten there faster!!

The iced coffees at Dunkin Donuts are not made with flavored syrups; they are made with flavored COFFEE, meaning there is no added fat, sugar, or calories if you get a flavored one. Isn't that so exciting (it is the little things...)?!

So, if you have a Dunkin Donuts near you, and you are reading this before they close, go get yourself some free iced coffee. I suggest raspberry. I got hazelnut for myself, and I ended up having to add sweetener to it, but I got the raspberry for Josh and it was yummy!

Hmm...

I keep thinking of interesting things to post about, but I'm never near my computer when I think of it. Then I forget...

Sorry, guys. I'll try to do better.

Today after work (I love getting off work by 3:30!), the kids and I took Charlie for a walk. We had tons of fun, and Keira yelled at me for stopping. We then played "jumping off the porch," which isn't really as fun as it sounds. Keira doesn't care if she has a spotter or not-she's jumping (or should I say walking off the edge) whether she's got a catcher or not!

Now, it is time to settle down to a little of my Girls. DOH. It is a re-run. With the way the season has been going, I don't really know if that is a bad thing or a good thing...

Oh. I gotta go-Keira just brought me some frozen Cool-Whip from the freezer. Maybe I should pay closer attention.

Another Gross Story

The same girl that told me THIS story told me another gross one. You may want to stop reading, but I have to pass on the story-maybe that will get it out of my mind...

She was at Goodwill trying on pants. She had on a pair that felt really uncomfortable in the crotch area, so she pulled them up a bit more to adjust them. Then she felt like there was something in them. She pulled down the pants and saw CRUSTY yellow stuff all over the crotch area, the area that she had just pulled up tighter to try to make the pants more comfortable. To make matters worse, she decided to TOUCH the crusty part with her fingers. Some of it then came off on her fingers.

She took them off and ran to the bathroom, scrubbing her fingers...and her crotch. Needless to say, she did NOT buy the pants...

Not Nolensville Road!

I had a dream last night that my little weekend restaurant moved from its prestigious spot in Belle Meade to a...not so prestigious spot on Nolensville Road. For those of you not familiar with Nashville, Nolensville Road isn't bad. Well, parts of Nolensville Road are bad, but not all of it; Belle Meade, however, is where a bunch of old rich people live, so it is quite a jump.

When I asked the manager why we moved, he said it was because people were not doing their jobs at the other one, so he wanted to move us here and see if it made a difference. The kitchen was so small that the servers had to stand in the same area as the cooks-one of the servers caught on fire because of the open flame on the grill!

Also, I had to leave my section mid-shift and walk down the road for some reason. When I returned, nobody had noticed because the printer wasn't working properly, which meant that my receipts wouldn't have been printing out. Nobody else looks at my receipts anyway, so I don't know why this mattered, but it did.

I also had to change clothes in my car, right in front of three of my customers, who happened to be in their cars, and I wasn't wearing a bra. This NEVER happens. I am unable to leave the bedroom without a bra, much less my house! (Ok-I leave the bedroom, but not if anyone but my family is home, that's for sure)

So, who wants to translate?

Fanophobia?

Today, one of the customers at the restaurant had a fear of the ceiling fans. The hostess said I needed to rearrange the table so that the woman couldn't see the fans. Huh? I then thought that maybe it was someone famous who couldn't BE SEEN by the fans, but the table was in the middle of the room. It was actually the ceiling fans, which are all over our restaurant that she couldn't see.

I then thought that maybe she had an eye problem or something, but the hostess informed me that she had a phobia of the fans. I think if anyone would have a phobia of ceiling fans, it'd be me. We used to have bats (of which I have a phobia) fly into our house and hang off the ceiling fans. Okay, it only happened once, but it was quite traumatizing. I can still remember seeing one hang upside down and just rotate around and around and around...

Intrigued, I tried to google "fan phobia" and "fear of ceiling fans." This is the closest I came to any actual research on the topic.

I just don't understand how she walked through the restaurant, under the fans to get to her table. Also, if you were afraid of something, wouldn't you want to be able to see it so it doesn't sneak up on you?

Weird.

Pet Peeve of the Day

When I (as your waitress) bring your drinks, please don't ask for a straw. I have three million in my apron pocket. I will give you one. I have no attachment to my straws-I will happily give them all away; however, if you are person number two out of eight at your table, my hands are kind of full. I cannot reach into my pocket to give you a straw until I have set down all the drinks. Otherwise, the drinks will spill all over your head or back or arms or lap. Which is more important? Getting your straw RIGHT AWAY or keeping dry? If it is the former; don't worry. I have plenty of napkins to spare as well. I also have no attachment to my napkins, but again, you do need to wait until my hands are able to get the napkins for you.

Oh. If I do forget and happen to start to walk away without giving you a straw, don't be afraid to ask. :) I'm a nice girl.

Uninspired

Originally, I started blogging in order to chronicle our lives: "slowing down" was taking time to remember what was happening in our lives and enjoy the moment. I have a tendency to look forward to the future so much that I don't enjoy the present. I also have a tendency to forget the past-the good and the bad times, which is good in some respect but bad in another.

Anyway, I kind of lost sight of my goal. I started looking into making money through my blog. Well, my whopping $11.55 didn't really cut it, but it did make me become obsessed with my sitemeter.

Originally, I had been blogging at work, but then I left that HORRID job and got a new one. While live blogging is a neat concept, I really don't think live blogging while waitressing is going to work out!

Anyway, I want to refocus and go back to blogging. Blogging for my audience as well as for myself. Here's the first post. I'll be more consistent now. I promise! Well, at least I promise to have good intentions!!

Bootylicious

Night says that he does not have a booty. He has a butt. Only girls have booties.

What Would You Do?

This girl at work told me a story about her friend. They (the friend and her 2 1/2 year old daughter) were at Wal-Mart and had to go to the bathroom. Wal-Marts are notorious for gross bathrooms, right?
They left the store, and on the way out of the parking lot, the mother notices that her daughter was licking the bottom of her shoe.

Eww.

He Really is Spiderman

Night has referred to himself as Spiderman ever since he started talking. (I'm Spidergirl, Josh is Spiderman2, and Keira is Batgirl.) A few weeks ago, he asked me when he was going to grow his webs. I didn't think he was serious until today.

He was examining a red spot on the inside of his wrist. Josh tried to look at it, but Night didn't let him have a very good look at it. Apparently, it didn't hurt. When I asked what it was, Josh and Night both had very different answers.

Josh said that it was a bug bite or something, and Night replied very matter of factly that his webs were growing in.

Letters

Night has recently become very interested in letters. It is so amazing to see his mind digest new things. He learned how to spell his name (Connor-his first name) about a month ago, and ever since then, he asks most people he meets what the letters are in their name. He types Connor on the computer, oh about 20 times a day.

I've been singing the alphabet song to him for a long time, but starting last week, I've song it almost every day. Yesterday, he repeated phrases after me (me: abcd, him: abcd, me: efg; him: efg etc). Today, when I got home, this is what was presented to me:




The first time, he sang, "Now I know my letters, next time won't you sing with me!"

I asked him about the bow at the end. He didn't know what a bow was. I asked him who taught him to do his "move" at the end, and he said he was self-taught.

Know How I Woke Up This Morning?

"I'M CALLING FOR HELP!"

Whoa. I was up, out of bed, and into the kids' bedroom in less than 3 seconds. Want to know what my almost-four-year-old's 2:30AM crisis was?

He wanted the hallway light on.

Boogers and Blood

On the way home from work yesterday, I had a bit of a problem... Sorry if this grosses you out. If you have children or have gone through the process of childbirth, I don't think anything can gross you out... Anyway, back to my problem.
I had a booger stuck in the inside part of my nose ring. It was crusty and kind of irritated, so I was trying to get it out. It was really stuck on there-so much so that it didn't come off-even when I pulled the nose ring THROUGH the hole in my nose.
I was only about a minute from home, so I continued to drive. When I got home, there was blood on the outside of my nose, which I'm sure freaked Josh out a bit. I got inside and told Josh that I thought I had pulled my nose ring through the hole but that I didn't know if I should keep pulling or try pushing it back out. He got out the tweasers and pulled-it came right through.
I rushed to the tattoo shop to find out what to do to reconcile the situation. I called on my way there, and the man said that he didn't know if he'd be able to get it back in or not since it usually closes up within 10 minutes. TEN MINUTES! He said that he was in the middle of a tattoo and couldn't do it for awhile, so I'd have better luck if I just tried it myself.
The rest of the story is uneventful. I hurried home. I got the ring half way in, and Josh reluctantly pulled it in the rest of the way. It didn't even hurt-probably because the hole is so large now!!
Now it is impossible to tell that anything happened. Phew. I saw my $50 "investment" going down the drain, merely a week after I finally got it!

We Went to the Park Yesterday!