And Bear Says...

(this was on Tuesday)

Mom says,

"Do you want to go to the "Animal Kingdom" today?"

Bear says,

Um...

No!

I want to go on a Big Roller coaster with DAD!!!!!

but if I'm too small we'll find a nudder one....

Disney's Magic Kingdom

We had a very early start this morning when Fenix woke up crying with a fever (due to the fact that she is teething). So Phil had to go get her some infant tylenol. After she took it I got her back to sleep and fell back asleep myself while Phil worked on his computer.

5 hours later we left for Disney's Magic Kingdom.

First thing we did was go get the kids Mickey Mouse ears.

We told Bear and Lyon to pick out the one's they wanted, anyone at all, as long as we approved anyway. After a few trials and errors they got it right and $56 later they had Mickey ears with their names on the back. Later Bear was complaining that he wanted me to buy him something else not,

"this stinkin old hat,"

I told him he better not say that do his Dad because he wouldn't get a single thing more.

Second the boys met Pinocchio, he was the only character they met. :( No Mickey.

(Bear, Pinocchio, and Lyon. Check out their awesome Mickey ears :D)

Third, rides. We did have to wait in a few lines today. We probably told Lyon "DON'T" a million times. You can only distract and use positive wording so many times.

"Lyon get down from that rail, come see the Dumbo ride, look over there at that thing I am pointing to, hey what should we do after this, DON'T CLIMB ON THE RAIL, STOP RUNNING AWAY, DON'T, DON'T, DON'T!!!

When we went to eat dinner, I sent Phil and Sissy to go get us food while I took the boys to the bathroom. Bear really needed to go, so he went while I encouraged Lyon that he really should take the opportunity and go while we were there so that we wouldn't have to come right back. Well, he would't go pee. I told him to try and he cried and wouldn't. I am sure it was a very funny sight to the other ladies in the restroom. Especially when after touching everything in the bathroom he refused to wash his hands because he didn't want me to hold him up to the sink. No, he wanted to stand and do it himself, like Bear did. Only Lyon couldn't reach the sink like Bear could! So he wouldn't wash his hands and then while I washed mine he took off out the door. I really wanted to beat him, but I didn't so don't worry. Luckily he didn't wander far and I found him a few minutes after he ran off.

After dinner Phil took Lyon and Sissy back to the hotel so Bear and I could go off on our own adventure. (what a sweetheart, thanks babe :) Bear wanted to go on Splash Mountain and Thunder mountain, but Splash Mountain was closed. So we ended up going on Thunder Mountain 5 times in a row. Bear couldn't decide if he thought it was scary or not, but he kept insisting we go on it again and again. Since there wasn't a line I said "sure".

After the 5th time I told him no more, so he asked if we could go on Peter Pans wonderland. I had no idea what he was talking about. He explained to me that he had seen it just before we went on "the boat ride" (its a small world) and that he had asked to ride it, but, "You and Dad" didn't let him. He wanted to go on it so bad, so I pushed him in the stoller all the way to the other side of the park to take him on it. It was a cute ride, but I felt bad because we missed the final show that they do with the fireworks at Cinderella's castle. I guess I really shouldn't feel bad though because I think Bear was happy just going on Peter Pans wonderland (I still don't know what it was really called)

It was a pretty good day. I brought enough snacks and not too many clothes :D

Tomorrow we will try to go earlier so that we can go find Mickey Mouse first thing :D

Although I don't think we have decided on a park yet.

(We really are a bunch of wild animals, don't ya think ;)

Disney's animal kingdom

(Bear, Lyon Fenix and Me)

Today we went to Disney's animal kingdom it was a learning experience.

I didn't bring enough snacks and I brought to much extra clothes.

Tomorrow I'll know better.

We slept in this morning, having had such a late night last night, and it was pouring rain outside. Luckily I had packed ponchos that I bought for 50cents a piece. We didn't leave our hotel to go to Disney's animal kingdom until around eleven AM. We got all packed up and bundled in our ponchos and were on our way on the Disney's animal kingdom bus, awesome. When we got there a lot of people were leaving the park which surprised me until I realized it was nearly lunch time so people were probably going out for lunch or heading to another park. (I noticed that most of the people leaving were soaking wet)

We ended up being very blessed because by the time we got inside Disney's animal kingdom and decided on where to go first it stopped raining and the sun came out just long enough for our ponchos to dry. (or at least get as dry as they can get amid the humidity)

So our day was cool rather than scorching, and the park was nearly empty so we were able to just walk on to every single ride we went on. No waiting!!!

One of the things I noticed about Disney's animal kingdom were the birds. They were everywhere and they were not afraid of people at all! When we took a break to eat lunch they sat there and stared at us, they had very menacing looking faces.

When we got up to leave the birds took over our lunch spot. Seriously we had hardly stood up before they were upon our crumbs! It was a bit creepy. Fortunately the boys weren't scared, Lyon even tried to chase after them and Bear wanted to feed them the crust of his bread (I wouldn't let him though because I figured they would take it as an invitation to take our food right out of our hands.

We went and saw the 3D Bugs life movie which not only woke Sissy up from her slumber, it terrified Lyon. Poor kid was bawling before the end. :( Phil wouldn't take him out when I told him to because he knew it was almost over, it turned out better that way because Lyon saw the scary guys get taken care of. So he wasn't traumatized, phew.

The best part of the day was going to see the Lion King show. It was fun and interactive, I enjoyed it just as much as the kids. Sissy sat mesmerized by the colors, songs, and dancing.

:D

I wish we had gone to see the Nemo show. And I wish we had gotten Bear and Lyon the Mickey mouse jungle hats that Bear begged for the entire time. (Practical hats and Mickey ears are the only kind of souvenir we plan to buy for them) Fortunately Bear and Lyon were unbelievably well behaved when we told them no to buying everything. They didn't even throw a fit when we ate hotel made PB and honey sandwiches instead of going to one of the parks restaurants.

(Fenix and Me. Look at all those white birds in the trees behind us)

I think today was a success.

Tomorrow will be even better, we just need to decide which park to go to.

;D

And Bear Says...

Bear kept cracking me up while en-route to Florida:

Shortly after we took off from SLC and were flying over the mountains, Bear was looking out the window and noticed a spot where the mountains ended and there was a vast flatland covered in low lying clouds:

He said:

"right there is were everyone's shower hots goes"

(he was talking about the steam that is produced when a person takes a hot shower)

Bear:

"Hey Mom, I wish I had an ipod"

Me:

"Why?"

Bear:

"Cause they're sooo cool!"

When we were about to land in Denver Bear was looking out the window:

Bear:

"Wow, I wish we lived here!"

Me:

"Why?"

Bear:

"Cause its a lot bigger"

Read me Write: Be warned I imply severe language here...

Dear flight attendant on our flight to Orlando,

I really was unimpressed with the way you treated me on my recent flight to FL with my family. I thought you were rude and thoughtless. I'm sure your job is stressful and that maybe you weren't having the best of days, but it would be nice if in the future you think things through clearly before subjecting someone, who is quite overwhelmed, to further burdon.

Please be kinder to others.

Sincerely,

The woman who really needed to empty her bladder

What I really meant:

This is to the MFB that said,

"Guy's I can't have five people on a row!!!"

F-YOU!!!!!

I HATE YOU!!!

I JUST NEEDED TO USE THE F-ING BATHROOM!!!

I NEEDED TO PEE!!!

WHAT THE H#@% WAS YOUR PROBLEM!!!

WHAT DID YOU EXPECT ME TO DO!!!

I CAN'T STAND OUTSIDE THE DOOR AND WAIT, I CAN'T HAVE MY KIDS LEFT WITHOUT A PARENT TO KEEP THEM FROM RUNNING UP AND DOWN THE AISLE, I CAN'T SEEM TO GET TO THE BATHROOM BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE DOES!!!! THE ONLY CHOICE IS FOR MY LITTLE BOYS TO SHARE THE WINDOW SEAT WHILE MY HUSBAND HOLDS MY DAUGHTER IN THE MIDDLE SEAT AND I SIT IN THE AISLE SEAT AND WAIT FOR MY CHANCE TO GET UP TO THAT MF TOILET!!!!

WTF!!!!

SO YOU SAY YOU CAN'T HAVE FIVE PEOPLE IN A ROW, BUT WHAT ABOUT THE BIG FAT GUYS THAT ARE SITTING THREE IN A ROW? YOU REALIZE THAT THEY EACH PROBABLY WEIGH 300 LBS WHILE MY WHOLE FAMILY IN THESE THREE SEATS DON'T ADD UP TO WHAT THOSE GUYS WEIGH ALL TOGETHER!!!

WTF!!!

HELLO!!!

I HATE YOU, HATE YOU, HATE YOU!!!!

GO TO H*%&!!!!

WITH ALL THE RAGE I AM CURRENTLY CARRYING TOWARDS YOU,

THE WOMAN WHO JUST NEEDED A MINUTE TO GO PEE!!!

To those of you shocked by my rage, please note that it was a long flight and I really needed to go to the bathroom. (and I normally never use that sort of language, in fact I tend to cringe when I hear others do so. Not that I ever blame them if they are using it to express the sort of rage I just did.) I really think the flight attendant was just exercising what little power she has. And she happened to do so at an intolerable moment. It took every ounce of willpower I have for me to not totally throw a huge fit.

Now I look back and kinda laugh because it is now pretty funny to remember how mad I was at her.

:D

Don't worry Mom,

I am still a sweet and happy person.

And having written it all out I am over it.

:D

POST EDIT: I found out later, after I had calmed down considerably, that the flight attendant's concern was with there not being enough oxygen masks for five people. She wasn't concerned about out weight, LOL!!! Yes I laughed pretty hard about that.

Flight to Orlando Florida

So I would say that we made it in one piece,
but
I may have lost my mind somewhere on our second flight so......

The flight to Orlando Florida went just fine,
we made it through checking our bagage.
We made it through security.
We made it to our flight.
We made it to Denver.

The trouble started when we were waiting for our flight out of Denver to Orlando, Florida ;)
We got food and played cards at the gate.
Then Bear decided he needed to go to the bathroom.
Phil took Bear while I stayed with our luggage, Sissy, and Lyon.
Lyon, upon seeing Phil walk away with Bear, decided to chase after them.
Without his shoes on.
I left all of our things and ran after him with Sissy bouncing in my arms.
Uggg!
I brought him back and proceeded to ready our things for boarding the plane, which we would be doing soon.
Lyon, upon getting his shoes on, ran off.
Again!!!
This time he got on the moving sidewalk.
Ugg!!!
I decided it was too late to go on after him and so walked along side him while keeping an eye on our things at the gate.
A woman came on the moving sidewalk behind Lyon and yelled at me that Lyon's fingers could get cut off and she rudely lifted him up over the hand rail and all but threw him into my arms that happened to be holding Sissy as well.
I was so shocked and she was gone so fast that it didn't occur to me to tell her just what I thought of her "worry for my child's safety.....
Ugg!!!
This sort of thing happened several times before Phil came back with Bear.

So we got on the plane.
We got situated in our seats.
Phil and Sissy in seats behind Bear, Me, and Lyon.
I got them all set up with activities and snacks.
Phil started a movie for them.
But that was a nightmare because the ear phones wouldn't stay in their ears.
We managed anyway.
About an hour into the flight Lyon needed to go to the bathroom.
So Phil took him, while I sat with Bear and Sissy.
Thus making way for the angry letter I plan to write to the nasty flight attendant that I HATE!
Anyway Lyon threw several tantrums followed by a calm spell in which I entertained him with stickers and snacks.
And then there would be another tantrum, where he kicked and thrashed in my arms banging his head into mine relentlessly.
Oh the pain. Not to mention that fact that his tantrums were carried out on top of a very full bladder.
I needed to PEE!!!!!!!
When I finally did get to go to the bathroom

(because Lyon had finally fallen asleep and Bear was busy with stickers)
I stood in that tiny stinky bathroom with my eyes closed for probably five minutes.
No I didn't care about anyone else who needed to get in there.
It was my moment (albeit in the absolute nastiest place ever) of peace and quiet.
I have wondered in the past what could possibly take someone so long in the bathroom, well.....
The one saving grace (that kept me from ahem smacking that flight attendent) was this:
There was a man who had been watching my whole ordeal from across the aisle.
When we landed in Orlando he said to me quietly,
"That was really hard work, you did a good job"
Or something along those lines.
I didn't get a chance to reply, but the fact that he noticed just how hard of a time I was having and that he felt for me, well it almost made me break down into tears.
So somewhere out there, Thank you Stranger.
And the young man who swooped into the seats ahead of me so he could grab and hand me the car that Bear had dropped (no thanks to the lady who pointed it out, but couldn't seem to get it and hand it to me) I would have given him a hug and a kiss had it been appropriate and had my arms not been already full. Thank you!
And too the lady who carried my very heavy duffle bag for me, while I struggled to carry Bear (who was asleep) It would have been nearly impossible to carry them both. Thank you!
People often are the angels that come to our aide when we need it most :)
Even though I probably didn't deserve it after the words that went through my mind about that flight attendant.

So we made it.
I was thrilled that the flight to Orlando Florida, okay no the flight to Denver Colorado, went so well.
And will hope for a better flight home from Orlando Florida.
On that flight, Phil will be sitting with the boys and I will be sitting with Sissy ;D

You wanna know what we are doing today?

How do I get my baby to sleep through the night?

Well we finally did it!
We got Fenix to sleep through the night.
We put her to bed at eight and she sleeps until about seven AM.
Sometimes she sleeps even later than that :D
Now after a few days of having a good nights sleep, I think I have caught up.
I am no longer groaning when my boys wake-up because I have been waking up before them :D
Sleep, its a wonderful blessing :D
I can't seem to stop smiling because I am so well rested ;D

So how did we do it? Some may wonder, well:
I am a huge believer in the "just let em cry it out" method.
It worked with Bear, it worked with Lyon, and now it has worked with Fenix :D

If you aren't familiar with how to use this method, well I'll tell you :D
First you must decide that tonight is the night.
Get yourself mentaly prepared because if you are anything like me you will run through fire to get to your crying baby. So prepare yourself to be going against all the motherly instincs that tell you to go get your poor crying baby.
Second it really helps to have someone with you to support you through this "ordeal" And to go in to comfort the baby when it comes time to do so. I will not go in to comfort my baby when she has been crying for a long time because:
A- I will not be able to resist the urge to pick her up
and
B- She will smell food nearby (my boobs=milk) and go into a frenzy wanting it.
So I send in my dearest Phil (husband) to pat her back and let her know that she is not alone, she is loved, but needs to go to sleep.

So this is how the night should go:
First baby should be awake, then-
Go through a getting ready for bed routine whatever it might be. Bath, diaper, jammies, snuggles, kisses, hugs, goodnights.
Then put your baby in their bed.(Baby should still be awake when they are put in their bed)
Say good night and leave the room, close the door.
Baby may cry, let him/her.
Baby may also go right to sleep if so great.
Now you have two options, you can either go to sleep yourself or put in a movie to help distract you from the crying that may carry on for hours. Yes hours. That first night count on 4 hours of crying, I'm serious, well sort of, if you count on it being that long you will be pleasantly relieved when it only lasts an hour or so. (letting baby cry it out helps the baby learn to self soothe) If your baby is still crying after say 2 hours send your support person in, (in my case my husband) That person may pat baby's back and speak calmly that the baby is loved and not alone then leave the room, without picking up the baby. (It is very important that whoever goes into the baby's room does not turn on the light!!!)
It is also important that you not be in the same room as the baby, so if you cohabit the same room you should plan to sleep on the couch for a few nights till the baby is sleeping through the night.
Once the baby falls asleep you can go in and make sure he/she is in a good position, for breathing, and for comfort, (you know make sure His/her legs aren't sticking out of crib bars at odd angles [if there is a possibility of this happening you may want to peek in at the baby to be sure that is not the case]. But try not to move baby unless absolutely necessary. Also make sure baby is covered with blanket, if necessary, for baby not to be cold)
Now that the baby is asleep you have two options, you can go to sleep or watch another movie. Baby will probably start to cry again in not to long or baby may sleep the rest of the night, be prepared for either scenario. If the baby wakes again and starts to cry again, let her/him! Only go in after an hour or even two and if sending in support person remind them not to pick up the baby, if going in yourself remember not to pick up the baby. Just speak calm soft words of love and then leave. (do not turn on the light!!!)
You may have to repeat this process several times, especially the first night.
The next night could be just as hard or slightly easier.
The night after that should be better as long as you have staid strong in not getting baby out of their bed.
This process could take a week, don't be discouraged just keep at it. If after a week baby is still screaming for hours, well I don't know what to tell you. My babies were sleeping through the night after 3-4 nights.
Sometimes there can be a setback like if baby gets sick or if you travel and then you will sometimes need to go through this again. Do not attempt this while on vacation or while baby is sick.

I waited to do this until my baby could sit up on her own and crawl around a bit, it made me feel like if she were uncomfortable she would be able to move around enough to get comfortable. But I also know that some people choose to do this with very young babies, that just wasn't for me. Its up to you just be sure that your baby can breath at all times.

Should you choose to follow my example that is great, let me know if you have any questions. Should you succeed I would love to hear about it. If you have another method that works or worked for you I'd also like to hear about it :D

Happy sleeping!

*Please also note that I am not a pediatrician, nor do I have any other degrees as far as child development goes I simply am an experienced mother who has had great success with this method. And no its not abusive. Its parent abuse to have to wake-up to a crying baby every hour. I'm just sayin...

And Bear says...

"My old thinkin brain is great, it remembers everything!"

:D

Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier

While we are on the subject of books, let me tell you about one of my absolute FAVORITES.

About 6 years ago, I was working at a Quizno's, and I made very good friends with one of my coworkers. One day she was reading a book as she walked into work. When she took her break she read her book. When her break was over she groaned because she didn't want to put down her book. I swear if she could have managed to do the dishes while reading that book, she would have. She got to talking to me about it, going on and on about how good this book was and how she was glued to it every chance she got. So, due to her exitement over it, I asked if I could borrow it when she was done.
She lent it to me and it wasn't long before I was hooked. I could not put that book down.
I would leave early from my house in the morning just so I could sit in my car and read it before I had to go in to work. Then I read that book as I walked into work, I read it on my break, if I could have managed to do the dishes while reading that book, I would have.

I became the characters, their thoughts became mine, and when they did something that I would not have done, I cringed, crying out to them in exasperation and waited to see what would happen.

I was in a constant state of "what is going to happen next?"

I loved every minute of it.


So I finished the book, I cried at the end, and I didn't want it to be over (that wasn't why I cried though, it was a very tearjerking ending). I wanted to read it again right then, to start over and journey through it. I refrained from doing so and brought the book back to my friend only to find her nose stuck inside another book. The journey was not over yet ;)

In case you didn't catch from the post title what book I am talking about:

Daughter of the forest is the name of that book that I could not put down.

Juliet Marillier is the author.

My last name should have been, Lovestoread.....

I love to read.

Plain as that.

Generally I prefer the entertaining novels to the intellectual literary masterpieces.

Every now and then I think that I really ought to read some of the classics:

Moby Dick

A tale of two city's

The spirit of St. Louis

(I can't think of anymore right now)

I feel like I must be missing something.

And honestly don't you think I am?

Those books are hailed for a reason and I am missing out.

I think I am going to make a list of books that must be read this year.

I think I'll need help coming up with one soooooo......

Please leave a comment with a suggestion for my list of books to read this year.

(NOT TWILIGHT!!!) I already read those ;D

But anything enlightening, intelligent, and interesting.

When I have a list I will post it and at the end of the year if I have read them all......

You can tell me that I am awesome :)

I could totally handle it...

If he knew me better he would tell me I could handle having hundreds of children without any problem at all.

As it is he gives me a skeptical look and says,

"I don't think you could handle having anymore hon."

Wow does that make me feel all warm and fuzzy.

(I am being sarcastic in case you didn't notice)

I love my children and would certainly welcome anymore babies, were I to miraculously conceive another, were my husband to say, "okay lets do it" (have another baby that is :) Lol!

Truth be told I want another baby, and another, and another, and another. But I think that has more to do with my being a young fertile woman than it has to do with actually wanting to have more children. I am happy with our family the way it is. Our family could be complete and be great the way we are.

But when he says I couldn't do it, when he implies that I would lose my mind, well that just awakens the stubborn, determined, wild woman inside me that wants to PROVE that I can do it and I can to it better than anyone else!!!

Your walking on thin ice, very thin ice.

And no, I am not pregnant.

(This picture taken June 2009)

Whats on my mind?

I am sitting here in bed watching Leno on TV, wandering around from blog to blog (really is there a technical term for that or should I just make up my own word?) And as I sit here with many techno-gagets to keep my mind busy the only thing I can do is bask in memories.

Here is an example of my train of thought:

My honeymoon, in California. Phil stops at a Target so I can run in, before the store closes, and buy something essential for keeping this trip a honeymoon. I hustle to the personal products, grab my one item, rush back to the front of the store and get in line to checkout. There are a couple people in front of me. The man directly in front of me has an assortment of cat toys on the conveyor belt ready to be purchased when his turn comes. For reasons I do not understand he looks at me and tells me I can go in front of him. I smile and thank him. I pass by him and hand over my one item to be rung up. The man who let me cut in front of him scoffs and says something to the effect of, "I let you go ahead of me so you could buy those!!!"

He probably thought me some slutty teenager. :( I would have thought the same thing.

But.

I was young (19) and newly wed and on my honeymoon for crying out loud!!! I had no intentions of getting pregnant while on my honeymoon!! My husband was waiting for me out in the car!!! So yes it may have seemed ridiculous at first glance, but looks can be deceiving.

Now that memory fades and a new memory fills my head:

I'm at a restaurant with Phil, one of his brothers, and his brothers friend. I am very pregnant and I have Bear and Aiden with us. Bear is two, Aiden is two. To those around us at the restaurant this must have looked a little odd. Bear and Aiden are clearly not twins, but they act like brothers in the way they poke and tease each other. Bear could be Phil's son, but Aiden clearly is not. And what of the baby in my belly, as I sit there and have lunch with three men.

I know I would have been wondering what was going on. Don't get me wrong, I am not a judging, critical, mean, type of person I just would have thought it looked odd.

(For those of you who don't know, Bear is my oldest son, Aiden is my sisters son and I used to watch him everyday while my sister went to work. I watched Aiden from the time he was a tiny baby till my family moved too far away for it to be practical for me to tend him anymore we miss him. So Bear and Aiden were buddy brothers by day and cousins by night. In the story I was pregnant with Lyon. And both Bear and Lyon are Phil's children. I have no idea why we went to lunch with Phil's brother and his friend.)

So again looks can definitely be deceiving.

I will have to remember that the next time I go to judge someone, won't I.

PS-this is kind of a weird post, oh well.....

What are ya, CHICKEN? Bawk, bawk!

I don't like chicken very much.

Never have, probably never will.

I am ok with this, but sometimes I get frustrated.

It seems every food I look at has chicken in it.

Its like the cinnamon of meats, except I like cinnamon and I don't like chicken

and usually when I don't like what I am trying and I say whats in this, the answer is, chicken.

(If you don't get the cinnamon/chicken comparison then you haven't seen every episode of Seinfeld at least a half dozen times like I have, Lol!)

Seriously though, anytime I see a recipe that is cheap, diet friendly, or easy, it almost always has chicken in it.

Somewhere out there, there is a blog that has to do with food storage and recipes to make with the food storage foods that you buy with coupons saving you a bundle of money. Sorry I don't recall the name of the blog because when I investigated it a bit I found that every single recipe suggestion was chicken something, YUCK!!! BLEH!!!

So I didn't follow the blog.

(actually you had to pay to be a member and why would I do that for chicken recipes)

I don't know why exactly, I think part of it is due to the fact that there will inevitably be something in a bite of chicken that is either chewy fat, bloody vein, or piece of bone and I just can't handle that, it just grosses me out. Plus I do not like to touch raw meat.

I have been oh so very blessed to have married a man who inexplicably does not like chicken either. I love that man so much. Phil, thanks for not liking chicken it sure has made dinners ten thousand times easier on me.

PS-I am sorry I don't make you enough beef :/

read me write

Dear computer (my computer not Phil's),

I miss you.

I wish I knew how to get rid of a malicious program running in the background, but I don't.

And I am sorry.

Yours truly,

Rose

Avoid the very appearance...

First let me say, I am not an idiot.

At least I don't think so.

This past week I have been hit by the awfulness that can be found through the world wide web.

Hit hard.

At the beginning of the week I was on the phone with my Mom.

Our conversation was trivial, about how things are going and what's new and exciting.

My Mom mentioned a book she wanted to read and I mentioned another one that was very good by the same author that she would probably like. She said that she thought she had heard that it was being made into a movie. I hadn't heard that and so being me I immediately went to google it. My thoughts were completely innocent as I typed in the title of the book and then clicked onto youtube to see what I thought was a trailer. Usually when you click to see a youtube video it pulls up and starts to play. I paused it before it really started and scrolled down to read the comments, fortunately, because it was NOT what I thought it was!!!

Horrified I quickly closed out of it and mentioned to my Mom that this was not what I thought it was! Anyway our conversation lead away from what I was so grateful I hadn't watched and on to other things and the moment was forgotten. We finished the phone call and I went on with my day. Later I went to work on my computer and was having problems getting the internet to work, I couldn't figure it out and just left it alone. In the midst of making dinner and waiting for Phil to get home the problem was forgotten. Later after dinner Phil went to do some work on my computer and was all,

"What?"

and I was all,

"Oh yeah, I don't know what is wrong, will you fix it for me?"

and then he was all,

"Hmmmm,"

trying to figure it out and finding it was something nasty, he went along trying to fix it.

Then it came to me just what had happened, so annoyed at my idocity, I explained to him what had happened with the conversation I had with my Mom and then the search for the book and the finding the youtube video...

He, upon hearing the title of the book, was all,

"Honey!!!"

He knew exactly what had pulled up.

He being wiser than I, rolled his eyes and went on with trying to fix the problem.

So lesson learned, be very, very careful what you click on in the future.

P.S. We still haven't gotten my computer working :( I am writing this post on Phil's awesome computer not mine). Its a sad thing, but going a few days or weeks (cross my fingers we can get it working again) without facebook, twitter, and blogs is a good thing to do once in a while :D

Taking myself on a date

Yes you read that right.
I am taking MYSELF on a date.
Girls night out is great, very rejuvenating, great to visit laugh and have fun.
Date night with the husband is nice, good, a little stressful sometimes actually, I spend most of my time worrying about my kids and the babysitter, but still worth doing.
So although these two kinds of "dates" are good to do once in a while, I decided that the best thing I can do for myself right now is take myself out on a date.
Me, Myself, and I.
Why?
Well, if I go out alone:

I get to be a little bit selfish for a minute.
I get to choose where to go and for how long.
I get to listen to my music and sing along without any complaints.
I don't have to ask anyone where they want to go to eat, I get to choose.
I can go to a movie, I can go dink around at the mall, I can go to the library and read or browse, and nobody will bother me, I don't have to make conversation, I don't have to go home worrying that I stayed too long, or said something dorky.
Nope its just ME MYSELF AND I.
And I love it :D

So,tonight, dinner and a movie?
Don't mind if I do.

:D