I realized tonight that instead of brushing his teeth Evan has been fooling me the last couple of days by sucking on peppermint lifesavers.
This is what I now about trees: Some are Christmas trees and the rest get oh so pretty in the fall and drop their leaves.
I have been too up and too down to post. First I was up because my solo show is opening at the end of March and I am all YIPPEE! over planning it.
We spent the weekend in utopia. I was all excited because it was my anniversary weekend (Today is the actual day. 18 looong years) and I (of no romantic inclinations) had actually pulled off what I thought was a great surprise. I had one of my lake photos blown up and framed and managed to get it up to utopia undetected by the husband. The kids were all in on my plan, and when we got there on Friday they couldn't wait three days to surprise him, so I said we could give him his gift early. I told the husband I had a surprise for him and his eyes lit up and he asked if was fireplace tools. When he saw what it was he couldn't mask his disappointment and he said he thought it was "cute".
Today was the big 2nd grade valentine exchange. Matt helped out this morning and sat at the kitchen table with Josh reading off the names of Josh's classmates, so that Josh could present each class member with their own card. (A requirement in his school). While driving Matt to school Matt let me know that he had given Josh some advice about what to write in the card for Josh's crush. Matt suggested this not exactly age appropriate sentiment to Josh:
Kitten told me that she and her husband are going out to celebrate the 25th anniversary of their engagement. Do you know when I got engaged? Too bad because I have no idea either. I know where I got engaged and that was ...maybe you should sit down... Cooperstown NY! Home of the Baseball Hall of Fame! You see, dear reader, the husband is almost as romantic as I am! Now before you get all weepy just thinking about the husband whippping a ring out in front a wax statue of Babe Ruth or something, I will tell that he did not ask me at the actual museum itself. No, dear readers, he asked me in the hotel shower. This is the legacy he started for his 3 male offspring. I'd like to officially apologize to any future daughter in laws right now. It isn't my son's fault, he was doomed from the beginning. I should have said NO and made the husband ask me the right way, but I was young and stupid, like so many of us used to be and I just kind of shrugged and said "um, okay, sure, I'll marry you." And then he said I was scalding him with the hot water did I mind turning it down about 10 degrees. Now you know for sure that combined the husband and I have all the romance of a bowl of baked beans. I recall wearing light weight clothes during that little trip, so my guess is that it was either late spring or early fall. Sorry that is the best I've got.
I'm feeling all tired again.
Here is a link to my first post. When I started this blog I thought I'd write all about my exciting adventures working at the local paper. HAHAHAHA!
My butt hurts! On Wednesday when I trained with Bubbles she told me to do lunges. Except my lame cheating lunges weren't lunging enough for her so she told me to lung deeper. I did what she said to do, because once I had that revelation about how every time she said the next
torture exercise I would either moan or whine and I decided that I would say more macho stuff like "Hurt me Bubbles!" or positive stuff like "I love squats!" so that I wouldn't be a great big drag for Bubbles to train, I also made the conscious decision to make myself do to the best of my ability what ever it was she was suggesting that I do. With a smile on my face too!