A Real Go-Getter

What is it that makes some people go-getters while others are just plain lazy? I wouldn't call myself lazy per se, but I would like to be a little more...productive. It seems like I can get stuf done at work that needs to get done, but when it comes to home, I just don't get to everything I need to get to--even when I have the time.

How do I MAKE myself have a TYPE A personality? I always have such good intentions of getting stuff done around the house: cleaning, organizing, crafting, spending time with kids, exercising, reading, catching up on movies or shows... but hardly any of it seems to get done. What is up with that, and how to I change it...without having to do too much. I'm not good with commitment!

Roller Derby

It's ROLLER DERBY time again!! Tonight was the last bout of the season, and the girls did not disappoint. Since I'm not good with details, I'll just tell ya'll that we kicked ass. Big time ass kicking. I think the final score was 150 something to 50 something.

Since I've been to three bouts, I'm somewhat of an expert now, so I can truly say that this was the best one so far. There weren't any real fights like last time, but there was a whole lotta pushin and shovin goin on! When we waltzed up 5 minutes after the game started (late, again), we were very excited to see the huge crowd. The line to buy tickets was... um, really long. It went out to the parking lot, but since there is not really a frame of reference if you have never been there, I will just say it was really long. The best part of it was that we had bought our tickets directly through a rollergirl, so we didn't have to stand in line. (singing "I've got the golden ticket..." all the way to the door)

The girls played The Bleeding Heartland out of Bloomington, Indiana. As I've previously stated, we won--by far. It looked like the girls were having a blast. I had a blast watching them. The paramedics had to come to the scene quite a few times, though, so I guess the rough-housing got a bit out of hand. The paramedic never had to open his little first aid kit, though (that I saw, anyway), so I guess it wasn't too bad.

Picking two highlights of the night, I'd have to mention the Bloomington girl who bared her butt to the crowd-for more than one loop around the rink because she was pushed over and her little skirt never fell back down. I don't think she was wearing any panties... that had to hurt! I also enjoyed seeing Hildabeast as the girl with the star (told you I'm not good with details-I don't know the technical term!). It was a rare treat to see her zooming around the track rather than being a blocker.

It was a great night. Unfortunately, it was the last of the season, but I hope to be at the next season opener, right here at the Nashville State Fairgrounds on Februrary 16th.

Why Lessons Don't Work

Night poked Josh in the face. Josh told Night not to poke him in the face because it hurt. Night told Josh to poke HIM in the face, so Josh did, but Night said it didn't hurt.

Josh told Night that it didn't hurt because he didn't poke him very hard, even though he should have in order to teach him a lesson.

Night somberly replied that lessons don't work. When Josh asked why, Night said that he had tried to teach me (his mom) a lesson, and it didn't work. Night went on to tell this story:

When I was little and sleeping in Mom's tummy, she used to get mad and yell.
I would hit her to teach her a lesson, but it never worked. She just kept yelling.

It is true-I did yell a lot when I was pregnant with Night, I was teaching 8th grade English. I did yell a lot.

Little Black Babies

My husband and and I are both from RURAL midwestern (read: mostly white) towns. I did not have much exposure to African Americans until moving here to Nashville. One thing that I've always wanted, though, was to have little black babies. Seeing little black girls with braids made my heart melt every time.

When I started dating Josh, I told him that I would never marry him. When he asked why, I simply told him that I wanted black babies, and since he was whiter than a ghost, he just wouldn't be able to fulfill my need. He matter of factly to me that he was indeed black and that he couldn't believe that I doubted him.

Years later, when I was pregnant with Night, I told Josh how excited I was to FINALLY have a little black baby. For some reason, Josh became upset at me and told me that I'd better NOT have a black baby. It made no sense.

I hear that black babies are born white then the pigment darkens. Well, Night (and Keira, for that matter) still haven't grown into their black-ness. I wish it would hurry up, though, because Keira's hair needs braided!!

Too Tired To Title

The problem with NaBloPoMo is that sometimes I drink wine while taking a bath before going to bed. At times like these, I don't really want to write. I just want to sleep.

But, I still feel pressured to write even though I don't feel inspired to write anything in particular.

So, here's my post...

Warning: Poop Post

Night has been potty-trained for well over a year now. He had a hard time adjusting to the big toilet for pooping; he liked the little one better, but he has graduated to only using the big toilet. Just recently (this week, in fact), Night has figured out how to wipe his own butt. Before, he would just yell when he was done, one of us parents would run in, wipe, and it would be over and done with; now he is on his own.

Last night, Night had to poop, so he was in the bathroom...pooping. He then yelled to me that he was done.
I then said, "I thought you learned how to wipe your own butt."
"Oh yeah."
**a few minutes later...
"Um, Mom, I need help. I can't catch any poop."
**I start to go in the bathroom.
"Oh. Never mind. I caught some. I couldn't catch any, so I thought I had forgotten how to wipe my own butt, but now I got some, so I don't need your help."
**(what do you say to that?)
"Okay...Good job."

Cereal Facts

A few days ago, Night and I had a discussion about the Kroger brand cereal that I had bought for the kids (Marshmallow Treasures, to be exact).

There is a picture of an octopus on the front. Night told me that he wanted some of the SQUID cereal (sounds delicious!) that I bought for him. I told him we didn't have SQUID cereal, but that we have OCTOPUS cereal.

We then had a 2 minute argument about the fact that it is in fact an OCTOPUS, not a SQUID. Don't worry-it is not seafood-flavored cereal (I wonder how that would go over), it is in fact generic Lucky Charms, but the fact that my FOUR YEAR OLD son even knows that a squid and an octopus are similar is completely amazing. I'm so proud.

They don't really look that much alike, though! Of course, I had to rub it in that I was right and he was wrong by showing him the pictures. I won't be out-smarted by my 4 year old, not this time at least!

Deal of the Day

Heads-up for those of you in the Nashville area---

The Target in Cool Springs has ONE pink Dyson on clearance. I think it is only 15% off, but that is better than nothing!! I didn't buy it because I already have one. It isn't pink, which I am jealous about, but it doesn't bother me too much since I'm not really the one that uses it the most. (Yes, I AM lucky). I LOVE my Dyson, so I think ya'll should try and get the ONE that is on clearance. It is on one of the end-caps near the towels. Good luck!

Other deal of the day--the Swifty gas station in Franklin on Hillsboro road gives you FIVE CENTS off per gallon if you pay cash. It used to be three cents, but just today I stopped and got it for five cents off per gallon. Unlike the Dyson, this deal is open to everyone!!

Tomorrow

Since I am supposed to be writing every day this month and I've already failed (even though it is only the third day) at THAT, I have decided to write about another failure of mine!

I AM going to eat healthy again, starting tomorrow. I don't know what happened--I was pretty healthy for over a month-eating fairly well and exercising a lot. I lost some weight and felt pretty good.

Then I stopped.
Then, I started; for a day or two. Then I stopped. Then, I started; for a day or two. Then I stopped. Then, I started; for a day or two... you get the picture.

I keep saying that I will start tomorrow, but as the saying goes, tomorrow never comes. Or, it comes and goes, taking my good intentions with it.

Tonight, I 'm planning on making up a menu for this next week. MAYBE that'll make me stick to it better. Josh is really good at sticking to his plan, and he said he is going to start eating better today, so maybe...

I also thought that telling ya'll about my plan to eat better would help, but then I thought about how I told you about Nablpomo and that didn't matter either. I seriously don't know how to motivate myself. Josh has the hardest time trying to motivate me as well.

So anyway, I'm going to eat healthier, starting tomorrow. Or the next day...

I'm Not Done Yet

I'm not done talking about Halloween yet. I still have a few thoughts about it, and since it is the first day of NaBloPoMo, I figured I should probably write something.

I absolutely love the idea of going around the neighborhood and getting candy from people. It made me sad that there were so few lights on last night. Even though Josh was practically begging me to stop, I wanted to hit every glowing porch. I was telling him that I would be upset if we were home and nobody stopped, so I wanted to support trick-or-treating by going to every house, especially the ones that had long drive-ways or were a little out of the way. If we our kids have to suffer from sugar-highs in order to get the point across, so be it.

Then we got to the next to the last house. I remembered her from last year. I remembered that she was very friendly and was happy to see us last year, and I was not disappointed this year. She told us about her kids (teens or in college) and what she was watching on tv. She introduced us to her dog. She also pointed out the cute Halloween decorations that she found at the hardware store. We thanked them (her husband came to the door in the middle of our conversation. He seemed to be trying to hurry her up a bit.

As we were leaving, I pointed out how nice she was, and that I was glad we had stopped. Josh then pointed out that I would be that same lady some day. Apparently, she had been drinking and was a little more boisterous than made Josh comfortable... I hadn't even noticed. I just thought she was happy to see our little Happy Feet. So what-there is nothing wrong with getting drunk and waiting at my door for little kids to come by so I can give them candy. Maybe I WILL be that lady some day, only the decorations I find at the hardware store will be much cooler.