Random Thoughts- - You have been warned!

• You know you are hungry when you are driving down the road and are forced to eat Gerber Puffs because that is all that is in the diaper bag.  OK, truth be told, they aren't even the real Gerber brand.  We are too cheap to buy those.  We buy generic.

• I am super disturbed to know that I can sleep through a shooting two houses down where ambulances, police and a FREAKING HELICOPTER respond to.  That's right, people.  I don't even live in the ghetto.  I live in a small town of 1600 people and not in the crappiest neighborhood in town and someone was shot and killed the other night.  (I hear it was an accident, but then again, I live in a small town, so I have heard every story imaginable.)  My neighbor informed me last evening that the helicopter even hovered over the neighborhood shining spotlights all over and I slept.  Yet, I wake up every time Monkey or Goober coughs.  Hmm....weird.  Anyway, please pray for all of those involved.  Kind of a sticky situation.

• Goober thinks Monkey is like one of those toys that you push and it pops back up.  He pushes him and then Monkey cries.  I ask Goober what happened.  Goober replies, "Um, me pushed him."  Seriously Goober, you need to learn how to lie.

• My husband is so frugal.  The arm on our recliner fell off.  (Hmmm....I think Goober had something to do with this.)  Anyway, we went shopping for a new one.  He decided to take the recliner apart and fix it instead.  It is good as new.  So frugal.

• Goober now thinks that every time someone sits on the toilet he gets a jelly bean.  The other day, he barged in the bathroom and cheered for me and said, "Yah mommy!  You get a jelly bean!"

• Monkey thinks strawberries are God's gift to the planet.  I am pretty sure he would consume all of this daily calories in strawberries.

• Goober still has an imaginary bunny.  I wonder where that idea came from.  I certainly don't talk to myself.  (Insert laugh here.)

• Last night Goober woke up at 12:30 crying.  I went in there and he said his finger was owie.  I was too tired to investigate, so I gave him a band aid and we all went back to bed.  Am I lazy or what?  :)

• You know you are on the edge of a nervous breakdown when you start finding some of the Imagination Movers kind of attractive.

• If one more person asks me if we are going to try for a girl, I may just snap.  I need to come up with a good comeback.  Maybe, "No, if we try for another, we are hoping for an alien this time."  Geez people, leave it alone.

• Last night, in a five mile stretch of highway, I passed five planters.  Every single one of the people driving them waved.  I heart Nebraska.

Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.
Uhh....I am a lady, there is one of me.  I have a hubby and two boys, that makes three of them.  I am not always very creative.  :)


Day 21 – A photo of something that consistently makes you happy.  These three wonderful guys!

 













Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.
Recently?  Not really anyone.  I could dig back into my past, but I think I will pass on that!  :)


Day 23 – Tell us something you think no one really knows about you.
I don't think there is anything.  I am pretty lame.

Best Weekend Ever

That's right.  I had one of the best weekends this weekend.  What did we do?  Not much at all.  My husband is very rarely home for the weekends, at least the entire weekend.  If he is home, he is usually gone at least one of the two days.  This weekend, he was here all weekend.  ALL WEEKEND!!  I honestly can not even remember this happening.  Friday night, we went into town and went to one of Goober's favorite stores.  Menards.  He was very devistated when we got there because they had a fire before we arrived and had to close.  We took him to Earl May to see the animals.  He loved that.  Ahh, free entertainment.  Saturday, I went into town to get my hair cut and get highlights, something I did once 100 years ago and loved!  I went to three salons, two of which said, "WALK-INS WELCOME," and was told they couldn't fit me int.  Two of the salons were total rags about it.  Geez people.  Anyway, I ran a few errands and finally decided on a company to buy our new shingles from.  I came home and hubby and I took the boys outside.  He cleaned the garage and I cleaned the van.  It is spotless!  Goober pushed Monkey up and down the drive way in the stroller and kept him entertained.  That's right.  I let the two year old babysit the eight month old.  Don't knock it until you've tried it.  It was wonderful.  We went to Menards again and picked out a plan for our new back porch.  We have a massive deck, which I will be tearing out while hubby is gone for WLC for the National Guard this summer.  I must keep myself busy when he is gone, otherwise I eat too much. 

Sunday was a LAZY day.  Well, for me.  Hubby installed a new sink and faucet in one of the bathrooms.  He is so amazing.  I really heart him.  He does all of my silly projects without any whining at all.  I took a wonderful nap.  Goober woke me up when he woke up and I rocked him in the recliner while I watched the most awful Lifetime movie ever.

It was a glorious weekend.  I wish every weekend could be like this.  I could totally live the hermit lifestyle.  I get so tired of running all the time.  I just want to hang out on the weekends with my boys.

Tantrum, anyone?

Today I got word that a dear friend's dog passed away.  She has had this dog for twelve years and she was such a friend to her.  Anyway, I wanted to send flowers.  I got Goober to color a picture.  We loaded up the van to drive to the flower shop.  As we were loading, Goober freaked out because he wanted to stay home.  He whined all of the way to the florist.  We got the the florist, got unloaded, got Monkey loaded into the stroller (because I am too lazy to carry him today).  We walked half a block to the shop, with Goober whining behind me because the wind was hurting him and the sun was in his eyes.  Oh, and there was dirt on his finger.  We got the door and there was a wonderful sign saying, "Out to Lunch, be back at 1:30."  Good grief.  So, we started the trek back the van and Goober absolutely has the meltdown of a century.  I have never seen anything like this.  He threw himself down on the pavement (ouch) and just screamed.  Seriously?  So I start the half block trek back the van with Monkey, thinking Goober will follow.  He doesn't.  As I turn around, a police officer is driving by as this is all unfolding.  Then a local business woman.  Wow, what a fantastic mother I am.  I peeled him up from the sidewalk and put him in the van and told him in the most loving voice possible, "Goober, I am warning you, you need to stop."  He didn't stop.  I got him buckled in and he SCREAMED at the top of his lungs all the way back home that he didn't want to go home.  Really?  You just screamed because you wanted to stay home.  Wow.  As I am typing this, he is lying on the floor by the back door whining, "go to the store, go to the store, go to the store."  Monkey thought this whole escapade was hilarious, which only fueled Goober's fire.  Wow.  That is the best outing ever.  I think I will call the flower shop at 1:30 instead of going there. 

I suck as a mom today.

Dad! It overflowed again!

My poor dad.  I grew up with two sisters.  He was surrounded by women.  After we all moved out, he confessed that there were times he went to his office just to go to the bathroom.  (Our house only had one bathroom.)  Every single year for probably about 15 years, we pulled the exact same April Fools Joke.  Every single year, we would yell, "Dad, the toilet is overflowing."  Bless his daddy heart, he played along every year like we had really pulled something over on him.  I love my dad.  He is hilarious.I facebooked him this morning asking him to come over and fix my toilet. 

More brotherly love

Poor little Monkey.  He is getting way too mobile for his own good.  Goober usually shares with him pretty well, but he has certain toys that he is just not willing to share.  I snapped these pictures of them yesterday.

Mommy, no!

Earlier this week, I was dusting the living room.  After I finished the piano, I shut the lid.  Goober shrieked, "NO MOMMY!"  At first thought, I thought maybe I had slammed his fingers in there, but he was all of the way across the room, drumming.  Imagine that.  Apparently, his imaginary bunny, who he affectionately calls Mommy, was sleeping on the keys.  Oops.  I quickly opened the door back up and Goober retrieved the bunny.  He pet it and talked to it and asked if it needed a kiss because of it's owees.  He then instructed me to go the fridge and get the bunny a carrot to make him feel better.  Guess what?  I gave him a carrot.  He has sucked me into his delusions.