Off the wall thought
Topic: Weirdness
You know how you grow up hearing, "You are what you eat"?? If that's true, then I'm a giant potato, drenched in chocolate, on a bed of ice cream with a green olive on top. Doesn't sound very appealing huh??

So what are you?

My dancing
Topic: Weirdness
Mom and dad have always enjoyed my "dancing." The word "dancing" is in quotes because although it is dancing, it's not dancing that you would do in front of people of importance, not that mom and dad aren't important, well shoot, I'm just getting myself buried here :)

Anyway, I saw this commercial from Carl's Jr (drag the cow to the box to see it) and just needed the song to dance to. I finally found it - It's by Sean Paul and called Get Busy, HOWEVER, after seeing a rather large woman on the Jell-O commercial while the music goes "Jiggle and a Wigglin' free, in a Wiggle and Jigglin' spree". . .I will no longer be dancing. If THAT'S what I look like, I sincerely apologize for EVER dancing in my fun manner.

Now I understand why everyone laughed and wanted me to do it over. . .and over. . .and over. Glad my jigglin' fat amuses you. :)

Who knew??
Topic: Weirdness
Every once in a while a person will have a moment when they say, "Huh. . .who knew!?!" I had one today.

It's been sleeting and snowing here so I knew I wouldn't leave the house. I ended up cooking. . .A LOT. . .this weekend. Today's project - no bake chocolate cookies. As I finished spooning them out on the wax paper, I licked the spoon. Here's where my, "Huh. . .who knew?!?" moment occurred.

Did you know that if you leave a big tub of bubble gum, albeit closed, in the same pantry as the rest of your food that it will give your oatmeal a nice bubble gum flavor????

See!! A piece of pretty useless knowledge, but at least you'll sleep better tonight!!

And your name is. . . .
Topic: Weirdness
In my family, no one ever calls you by your name. NEVER. Seriously, I'm thrown off when someone calls out, "PIPER!" Just throws me!! LOL Even the dogs aren't safe from the name calling. Here's an example. Mom and dad have a dog named Simba. First off, Simba is a girl, not a boy. Carly had some weird obsession with The Lion King when we found her. Here are her names in no particular order: Sim, Sis, Poobee, Fatness, Simmy, Simba Poo Poo. Now, you'd think she'd be confused as all get out, but she's not. She answers to each and every one.

Let's move on to the kids in the family. Cale has grown up being called a slew of things, but to my mom and dad, he's Witty. When Pruitt was born, he already had quite a few names (Some of them I have fought hard to get rid of like FATSO UGH!!!) but to mom and dad, he's Itty. Now Easton is in the picture. He's a scrawny little sucker (as of his 2 month appointment yesterday he's 10% for height and weight. Compare that to my giants!!) so he is now called Bitty. So, we have Witty, Itty and Bitty in our fam. So, without further ado, here's a picture of Bitty, Bitty E, Easy money, Bit Bit, ET, Sugar Lips, better known as Mr. Easton. Check out THOSE CHEEKS!!!!!

Pondering
Topic: Weirdness
As I sit here holding a VERY heavy, sleeping and sprawled out Pru (AND HE'S SIX MONTHS OLD TODAY!!!), I just wondered how many people actually read this mumbo jumbo that I type out. Who are you? Where are you? What do you do? Stuff like that. It just seems odd to me that people read this. . .on purpose! LOL Of course, as a child it took a very long time to grasp the concept that other people all over actually continue their lives when not in my presence. I guess I thought they just showed up when it was their turn, much like The Truman Show. Who knows. Sometimes I freak myself out.:)

My day
Topic: Weirdness
Have you missed my witty and sarcastic blogging?? :) Yeah well, I'm feeling a bit feisty today AND both the boys are asleep at the same time for the moment so I'll tell you about my day and my thoughts.

First off, I am the farthest thing from a morning person. The phone freaking rings at 7:45am which REALLY TICKED ME OFF. They hang up. LOVELY! I drift back off and the phone rings again but this time it's 8:25am. It's mom. She tells me to call her back when I'm up. What's wild is the fact that she's the second person I call every morning so why did she feel compelled to call? First I call Bubba and then I call her. It's just the way my world works. So I hang up with mom and roll over to see Pruitt, on his back, arms and legs flailing and him smiling at me with his blue eyes sparkling. Then I hear Cale announce that he's awake and wants to see Pruitt.

I get everyone up, dressed and fed in time to get to Cale's speech therapist 5 minutes early. Here's where I get ticked off again. This woman, Mrs. H, told me that she would gladly come out to the car to get Cale and bring him back on his speech days. She was very nice about it and said she didn't want me to have to get the baby out of the car. I thanked her numerous times and we've had that arrangement since. I waited for FIFTEEN MINUTES and she never showed. Now, I know you're thinking, "Seriously, just get Pruitt out of his car seat and walk Cale in the building and walk back and it's all done and over with." BUT, Pruitt is sick and it was SNOWING and it was 30? outside. Those three things don't mesh well together. But I ended up getting them both out of the car and taking them inside. And it's not like me to be confrontational, but I let her know that I had been waiting out front for 15 minutes and now I was late taking the baby to his doctor's appointment and Chris would be picking Cale up because of it. *taking a breath* She was visually ticked off back at me. . .not my fault. If you say you're going to do something then DO IT. UGH!!!

So I go to take Pruitt to his doctor's appointment. They have valet parking and I am so not into this. I don't know why. . .it seems odd to me and I'm very particular over my stuff so to send a total stranger with my car bothers me. . .and then there's the tipping, which they say you don't tip, but we all know that you do or they curse you or voodoo you or something. I just don't like it, but I did it regardless. Now I'm at Pru's appointment. This was a re-check from his gastro appointment on 12/12. He's been sick since and so it's kind of hard to know whether the new meds are working or not. She heard him breathe, listened to his lungs and sent us to a chest x-ray to be safe.

We do the chest x-ray and he's such a trooper and tired and cold and I usually bring back up, i.e. mom or Chris, but we were solo this time. So I go to leave and I see this old dude with a shirt on that says "I'M COOL." My first thought was to laugh, then I thought, seriously, man, if you're so freaking cool, you really wouldn't need to proclaim it on your shirt. And it looked like a homemade jobby too. . .nothing against homemade shirts, but on an old dude, just not very becoming.

Then there's the whole, gotta get my car back from the valet and they sit there and hold the door open for you and wait for you to strap the kiddo in and wait for you to walk all the way around the big beast and they're so freaking nice and kind and give you the biggest MERRY CHRISTMAS. And yes, I tipped him, but it didn't make the experience any less painful for me.

Now I sit here, between phone calls from my mom looking for a train table and set and calls from my sister who is hitting rock bottom after "Having so much fun watching him [Easton] sleep that I can't sleep" and wondering what oh what will we do tonight. See how much fun my days are?? And I haven't even heard from my dad! LOL

Regardless, I love my life. There's never a dull moment and things turn on a dime. Maybe I should make my goal for the day to finish off that medium size bag of M & M's. Yummy!!

By the way, why do they have to label their bags like that?? Small bag, medium bag, large bag, then there's that 56 gallon bag that Sam's carries. Now THERE is a goal!!

*yawn*
Topic: Weirdness
It's almost 7:45 am CST on Monday and I'M AWAKE!!! The thing is, I must take Kisser to the hospital for an upper GI in hopes that they can rid him of his vomitting/spitting up/hiccuping/reflux stuff. No. You're right. No one in cyber-land knows this. Why?? Cause I've just flat run out of time lately. Sorry. I deeply apologize. If you are really ticked and insist on finding out the latest, feel free to email me. I'll update you.

So while I'm killing time before I leave, I was reading one of my fav blogs. And from there, I skipped on over to another blog that I somtimes read. And now, thanks to good ole AB, I'm singing, "I've been working on the railroad. . .all the live long day" and that conjurs (Gretchen or Kristy. . .is that spelled right??) up images of summers in Tulsa at my grandparent's daycare center. Aren't you glad you took the time to read this? May it be stuck in your head all the live long day. :)

Need a laugh??
Topic: Weirdness
Holy smokes. . .I'm still recovering and had to share this with my cyber friends/people/readers/stalkers :)

I'm attending my first NBA game tonight with my dad, the boys, my sis & brother-in-law. So dad emails me in his normal "manner" asking what my plans were for this evening. Now, he thinks he's all up on computer and technology. Here's how the "conversation" went.

Me ~ Ummmm. . . depends ;)
Dad ~ Ummmmmmmm on what : );()()
Me ~ Is this ": );()()" you being a smart butt?!?!?!
Dad ~ I just thought I would prove I can speak sign language also
Me ~ *laughing of course* Ok, then just so you know I'm ROTFLOL Try THAT one!
Dad ~ Rolling on the floor like old ladies

You can't make this stuff up folks. That's TOTALLY dad!! So I replied that now I was ROTFLMFBO & PIMP. No response yet. I love that man for just that reason! :)

Edited to add his response.

Dad ~ IHYDBW in the process
Me ~ I hope you don't. . .huh???? LOL
Dad ~ I hope you don't break wind

Lovely!!!!!! ;) And it continues.

Me ~ You make me tired.
Dad ~ *now being a BIG HUGE FAT smart butt* WDYMIMYT?
Me ~ You just do, but it's cool, you always have and you always will and it's good to know that there's a constant there :)

Now I'm awaiting his phone call. *sigh* I have always enjoyed our conversations like this. . .and it's one of the reasons we get along so well. :) Love ya dad!!!

MNF
Topic: Weirdness
I must confess. I love love LOVE football. I don't so much enjoy college, but I will sit in the same spot ALL DAY SUNDAY just to watch the pros. I am particularly looking forward to next week's MNF game - Dallas vs Philly and I think the Eagles should wave bye bye to Mr. T.O., but I digress.

Growing up, it was always a big deal to catch the "Monday Night Football song" and now, Cale LOVES to catch the song so we usually make sure to have the system cranked. DANG. I digress again!! :D

So last night, we're watching the opening with Dennis Quaid and catch the song and it goes over to Al & John in the booth. Cale asked who they were. I tell him, "See the guy on the left with the dark hair? His name is Al. And the big guy on the right with white hair? His name is John." Cale looked at the TV and smiled and said, "Momma? That's John?" *insert nod here* "His face looks like a big 'ole flour tortilla." I about fell off the couch, Pruitt in hand. You can't tell me THAT'S not funny!! LOL Ahhhh. . .the things they say.

On another note. . .I get to proudly post my 3 month medal. Here ya go. I can't tell you how proud I am!!

Why Chris doesn't stay home
Topic: Weirdness
Ya know, by nature, I'm not the type to talk about bodily functions, unless it happens to be trying to conceive! LOL But, much to the pleasure of Gretchen and her poop obsession I'm sure, I am jumping on the POSTING OF POOP bandwagon ;)

A week or two ago (I have NO concept of time anymore!) I called Bubba at work. Here's how the conversation went.

Me ~ Bubba, I just called to tell you why it's ME at home and not you.

Him ~ *insert nervous laughter here* Oh no, what happened?

Me ~ Pruitt pooped.

Him ~ Ummm. . .ok. He does that.

Me ~ Yeah, he does, but I went to change his diaper and he wasn't done so it got on the second diaper underneath.

Him ~ LOVELY!

Me ~ Oh, it doesn't end there. I started to wipe him off again, but he STILL wasn't done, so I let him finish.

Him ~ *Laughing*

Me ~ So when I went to clean him up AGAIN, I lifted his legs and I guess I added too much pressure because he pooped again.

Him ~ That's my boy!! *laughing still*

Me ~ Bubba. . .it wasn't just dripping poop, this was PROJECTILE poop!! All over his outfit, all over the changing pad, all over the changing table, across the diaper caddy and clean diapers, on ME, and, get this dude, ON THE FLOOR!!!!!!

Him ~ NO. WAY.

Me ~ See! I told you that you should be glad you're at work.

Him ~ Oh man! That's when I would have started screaming and run away. That's way too much for me to handle!

Luckily this was a ONE TIME event. By the time it was on the floor I was laughing my big 'ole hiney off. And we did this to ourselves on purpose. . .now there's irony for you!