Monday, May 31, 2010

Random Things

I think of all these random things a lot. Then I think "Oh I should write a post about those things." Yeah, there's a meme for that. Do you think I remember what day it's supposed to be or where it started? No.

Then this awesome thing happened when I sat down to write said post about random things my brain mulls. Nothing. Well, there is one thing but I can't write about that HERE because I'm pretty certain that the person it's about would decide TODAY was a good day to read my blog. It figures. And yes, I'm paranoid about that. My mom always said if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

Oh the guilt that courses through my veins at the mere thought of offending someone.

Gah.

I'm terrified to go in my garage most of the time. I have this fear that there will be someone out there. I imagine someone hiding behind the side of our house and as I hit the garage door button to close and step instead then that person jumps in to the garage to wait for an opportunity to invade. I usually deadbolt the door behind me. And when I have to go out there again? Well I either A.) Make sure I'm ready to punch someone or B.) Send my kids first. I'm awesome, right?

There is also a mouse in our garage.

Where's the snake that was on my driveway last week when I need him? Oh wait... I hate snakes.

I'm screwed.

Bug earned all of his responsibility magnets this week which resulted in a trip to the toy store with Daddy for a new Transformer yesterday. It's already broken. It's partially a design flaw but also partly that he hasn't figured out that not all the parts move the same way as other Transformers that he has. "What? This one's wheel doesn't turn in to a hand?" SNAP. Sigh.

We are on week 3 of the Mommy Boycott. It's getting old. It's still sort of funny. But it's still really old.

I have not had a laundry pile last more than 24 hours in the past month. I made a goal to just put it away when it came out of the dryer (novel concept). The only times I've not stuck to this is when the laundry came out of the dryer late at night and it was Bug's and he was, you know, sleeping.

I'm going to Denver in a month to see my girl V! Just me. By myself. I can't decide which might be more exciting (besides seeing my friend!): sleeping without a 4 year old waking me up in the middle of the night, sleeping in, or going somewhere without a diaper in my bag. Of course it will be my luck that her neighbors keep my up all night.

Hubs and I can not talk to each other in the car. One of us will start to talk to the other and immediately Bug starts with the "Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? MOMMY?! EXCUSE ME MOMMY?!" business. "Yes Bug?" "uh, Mommy... uh... Mommy... you see that *insert some street sign or flower or car type thing* over there?" (repeat with "Daddy" ad nauseum too.) Oh my GOD this drives me batty. First of all stop interrupting, I'm talking about YOU already or your brother (mostly). Second - you don't need to be the center of attention all the time. And last? SPIT. IT. OUT. My little man's brain is racing way faster than his little mouth can process the words. It's cute and funny though too.

The worst thing about this? This makes me feel OLD. I don't know why but it does.

I am struggling with a site design for someone. It has to be perfect. But it's not perfect yet and sweet Mother Mary, this is difficult.

So... my brain hurts.