Wednesday, January 16, 2008

7 weird things

My friend Rebekah at Diagonally Parked in a Parallel Universe (gosh I love that title) tagged me for this meme last week sometime. Yes, I'm a little slow... I'm supposed to tell 7 weird things about myself and then tag 7 more, but I'm not so much into tagging, so if you want to play along, feel free.

I've actually been wracking my brain trying to figure out what's NOT weird about me, and what is weird that I'm willing to share. See, I think it's because I grew up without a mom that I've always felt weird. It might in fact be easier (quicker, shorter) to tell you what's normal about me! But I'll give the weird a shot...

1) I've been trying to grow my bangs out for the first time in my entire life. They are now right at my mouth, so we're almost there. The weird thing? I sleep with my hair in a ponytail on top of my head because I hate when my hair is in my face. Get that? I hate when my hair is in my face WHILE I'M SLEEPING.

2) But let's back up... I hate having my hair in my face, SO I'M GROWING MY BANGS OUT. Does that make sense to you?! I think it's a little weird. My hair seems to always be in my face these days.

3) Working at night and sleeping during the day brings on a weirdness of it's own. I feel like I'm bass ackwards with no hope of straightening out.

4) I love watching football on TV. I turn on the game, grab a blanket, something to drink, and camp out on the couch. 9 times out of 10, I fall asleep. BUT pity the fool who tries to touch the remote while I'm sleeping!

5) I will not eat fig newtons. I haven't since I was 4. I'll tell you why. When I was 4 years old, my mother took us to West Virginia to see relatives. It might have been for a family reunion, I'm not sure. It might have even been the one where my rather rotund uncle twice removed or whatever stepped on my pinky and caused me to lose the fingernail (it grew back) but that's a different story. Anyway. The house we stayed at this particular trip was very small, and it was a very long drive there from Cleveland Ohio, at least for a 4 year old. I ended up sleeping with my mother, which I gather was not fun for her because she used to tell me I was a "kicker." I'm guessing that neither of us had a restful night that night. We had just arrived, and everybody was tired and cranky, so off to bed we went. I had the most vivid dream (and I remember it) that we stopped along the way and my mom bought me a Nestle's crunch bar. So when I woke up in the middle of the night after kicking my mom, I wanted the candy bar from my dream. When my mother could not produce the chocolate, I began to have a tantrum. It was one of those over-tired, half asleep tantrums that I probably would not have thrown if I would have been in my own house and all. Anyway, I woke the whole house demanding my Nestle's crunch bar. Well, there was no chocolate to be found in the whole house. Instead my aunt said "I have fig newtons, would you like a fig newton instead?" No I did not want a fig newton instead, how can you even think that is an acceptable substitute?!?! Since then, I have not eaten fig newtons. I see no reason to start now.

6) I like the "skin" that forms on the pudding you have to cook.

7) Apparently, I'm an addict. That's right, I have an addiction to... chap stick. I didn't know it was possible, but, according to my doctor, it is, and I'm a full blown addict. I can see it now - You'll see me on the news - not for beer theft at a convenience store, but for chap stick theft from Walgr33ns. I'll get a way with a lot of it, but you'll see the rerun of the clerk giving my description all over the news. "Well I think she had kinda shortish brown hair, and was wearing a blue polo shirt that had some kinda logo on it.... I didn't notice the pants, but what really struck me were those wild crazy eyes and horribly chapped lips!! She said 'Hand over the chap stick and nobody gets hurts!' Looked real insane, I wasn't gonna stand in her way!" Of course it will start out peaceful enough - walk in, take what you want, and leave - simple theft. But as the addiction grows I'll become more and more desperate for that next fix, and soon we've got commercial burglary, strong armed robbery, and *GASP* Armed robbery! Actually, I've gone cold turkey, and threw away my stash. Apparently the paraffin in the chap stick makes lips feel better at first but does more damage in the long run so that you need more of it more often, and eventually weakens the skin on the lips. I learned this the hard way, and let's just say it's not fun when lips addicted to chap stick get a cold sore.

So yeah. If a chap stick addiction isn't weird, I don't know what is.

Monday, January 07, 2008

The cake

I think I'll stick to 2D (like this)

Happy Birthday DQ

Sweet 16!

Friday, January 04, 2008

In search of snow

They wanted to see snow. They were ready for it.All we got though, was Ick. Old dirty snow. Oh well, we tried. So we played. It's Sam's favorite game, he has several different versions. This picture represents a lot of his favorites. His favorite game, with his favorite video game characters (his token was the shield from Zelda), wearing Monopoly PJ pants which are his favorite color. Somebody else wasn't so impressed when Sam pretty much owned us all.

This morning, we went to breakfast. (I told you I was a bad mom - I let my kids jump on the bed AND blow bubbles in their milk!) Then we went to the Meteor Crater, because Sam didn't get to go with us in October and he really wanted to see it. It was extremely windy - her hair can get messy, but come on! But Sam was still impressed.

Bed jumping

I'm sad to say I couldn't get Sam to jump from bed to bed in the hotel room. Might be because at just around 6 ft tall, he's kind of afraid of knocking his head on the ceiling. Probably a valid concern. I know it's one of the reasons you won't see me doing it, and I'm only 5'9". Snugglebutt, however, was more than willing.


Thursday, January 03, 2008

I forgot

Because Sam is 18, has a driver's license, a car, his own friends, and his own life, it's been a while since he's done a lot of things with us. He didn't go with us to Flagstaff when we went in October. He doesn't go to church with us anymore (he goes to church on his own, he does go, just not with us) and he doesn't eat dinner with us most of the time anymore. As he gets older, it gets harder for him to want to spend time with the little kids and hang out with mom. It's ok, they grow up. Allison did the same thing, and now she doesn't even live with us anymore. I've been expecting it with Sam.

But he's going with us to Flagstaff this time. When I decided to make an overnight trip of it, he perked up a bit. "Mom, I can bring the Monopoly game you got me, and we can play in the hotel. And why don't you bring that travel Scrabble game?" He's making plans. What we should bring, what we should do. "It will probably be dark by the time we get there, huh? We should bring the tripod to take pictures of the stars. I can point out stuff to the kids." He's excited.

It may not last long, but for right now, for tonight and tomorrow, I've got my little boy back. My little boy who loved to go on day trips, seeing new things, and spending time with his family. In the midst of his growing up, I seem to have forgotten that little boy is still inside that soon-to-be man that sleeps in my basement. I'm glad he's come back for a visit. It may not last long, but I'm going to treasure it.

And maybe I can get a picture of him jumping bed to bed in the hotel room.

Just stuff

New years eve wasn't nearly as bad as I expected it to be. I expected it to be bad because last year on new years, it was pretty much horrendous - 40 calls on hold for an hour or so, over 1000 calls in the first hour and 3000 from midnight to 7am. I was ready to quit if one more person screamed at me over the phone. This year, the phones didn't even explode until midnight and even then there were only 13 calls on hold. In the first hour, we only had about 800 calls. The best part was when I got there, my supervisor said to me "when the stuff hits the fan, I don't want you to take calls. I want you to call all the 911 hang ups back." SWEET! We had the fan ready, but the stuff never did hit. I called 3 people. By all accounts, it was the easiest calmest new years our department has seen in many years. I don't know if it's because there were less people being stupid, or everyone else not complaining about the stupid people, but whatever the reason, it made for a pleasant night. We did have our fair share of stupid though, because, let's face it - most people don't call 911 when they've done something smart (thanks Janean!) Like my first call of the night, where a lady wanted to talk to the fire department after her drunk husband jumped off the steps and broke both ankles... I wonder how he felt about that when he sobered up.

I put in my request to have Wednesday and Thursday off this year, in hopes that with those days off, I can avoid working NYE. Unless I take vacation time, which I have to use during the kids' other breaks from school, scheduled days off are the only way I have holidays off.

The kids had a good time on NYE also. Sam had 6 of his friends here. None of the neighbors called the police, the kids didn't have to call 911, and they didn't burn my house down! It was a good night all the way around! :P

Sassy, who is 10, has no memory of snow - we moved away from Ohio when she was 2. Snugglebutt, almost 8, has never seen snow at all. So since it's my last weekend off before my days off switch, I think we're going to head to the snow. Or at least, to a place where it does snow. I don't know how much snow is on the ground, but we're going to head to Flagstaff overnight, where I'm sure we'll learn to appreciate the warmth of Phoenix just a little more :)