Happy Thanksgiving!

Soon, we will be in the car headed to Copperas Cove. Soon, as in, as soon as our damn clothes are dry! I know; I know. It's my fault for procrastinating. I should have put them in the wash last night or something. I KNOW! There's no changing what's already done. I just have to sit here and wait. Of course, I am not packing anything else. I can't even think about what else we are bringing until I am dressed!

I know, that's kind of pathetic, but just think! Soon I will be dressed and rushing to pack everything I need for an overnight visit in within the span of 15 minutes! It'll be great! I'll frantically go over the list in my head trying not to forget anything, but I can't go straight down the list. It's there, in my head, I can see it, but I just can't read it in an orderly fashion.

I start with the main items. Pillows and blankets, two changes of clothes in case one gets soiled, toiletries such as toothbrushes and toothpaste... WAIT I forgot socks!! What shoes am I going to wear?! I should bring my flip flops just to wear around the house. Did I get socks for The Baby?! Pull-Ups!! Can't forget those!! Should I bring all of the diaper creams and the Vick's in case she starts coughing? Naw, but I know she's going to need it as soon as we get there just because I didn't bring it...

Hmmmm..... I'm hungry, I should bring snacks. No, wait, we're going for Thanksgiving dinner! you can't snack the whole way there! Then you wouldn't be hungry! The Baby will be sleeping so she won't need snacks... Did I grab her blanket?

Then, when we get there, she will have peed in her Pull-Up and I will go to the bag only to realize that I never grabbed her bag with all of her potty training necessities...

Dang.

Ok! Clothes are dry! Off to dress myself and The Baby!

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

Time for Giving Thanks

Well, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Food, Fun and Family. Some of the best things in life.

The Baby and I will be travelling to Copperas Cove where my cousin is hosting Thanksgiving Dinner this year. It's about a two and a half hour drive. We will attempt to utilize this time in the form of a nap. I invited The Guy to come along in the hopes that I would not have to make the drive alone, but he has already committed to helping make food for his own family. He's a good guy. Mostly.

I've been very angry this week so I'm going to take a little time now to think about what it is that I am Thankful for.

• My beautiful Baby.
• The fact that her father is who he is. I wouldn't change that for the world.
• My dad. I don't know where we'd be if it weren't for him.
• My Mommy. I would be lost if I couldn't talk to her. She makes me think about how I'm handling these situations. She always has a new way to look at something.
• My job. Without the raise I got this year, I would be having a hard time doing Christmas this year.
• My Baby's wonderfully active imagination.
• My friends - IRL and online - You are all wonderful.
• Calls and messages from my friends who have moved away. I miss you all, too!
• That I know for certain that I have the strength to handle any situation that is thrown at me and if I should ever forget, that I have good friends who have got my back.
• My Brother. Even though we never talk and I know nothing of what is going on with you, I am glad that you are my brother and I Love You.
• That The Baby's clothes that are too small will be going to close friends who can make good use of them.
• I have a working sewing machine and aspirations of a baby blanket - and a little blue Dolly!
• Being able to help friends in need.
• That I am able to have a good time despite unwelcome and unwanted events.

• The feeling of happiness that all these things bring.

• Did I mention My Baby?

What are you Thankful for?

Excerpts from my living room...

*slurp slurp*
"Dog." *smack*
*pause* *confused look* *slurp slurp*
"DOG!" *smack*
*gets up and moves away*
"Why you smacking my dog?"
"He's licking his butt!"
"It's his house; I'm sure if you wanted to lick your butt, he wouldn't object."
*slurp slurp*
"In fact, I bet he'd help!"
*pillow flying across room*

P.S.

Did I mention he left a bruise on my neck?

Did I mention that I relayed the important parts of this story to The Guy? His response: "Oh, that sucks."

Whatever, I'm over it.

The DRUNK

Date and Time: Saturday, 11.22.08 - late
Scene: The minuscule dance floor of Sherlock's Baker St. Pub, Live band (The Max) on stage
Cast: The Momma (myself), The Girlfriend, Guy Friend #1, Guy Friend #2, Girlfriend #2, and DRUNK(Friend of a friend of The Girlfriend - not there with us)

Our happy little group was out on the dance floor, rockin' out, having a good time. DRUNK appears, I only notice him because he is standing on my foot and either doesn't notice or doesn't care enough to move. I can tell he is piss drunk and dismiss him from the back of my mind. He does not, however, dismiss me. He finally notices me and is immediately drawn to my bare shoulders. He begins a quite intense massage.

Okay. This is actually really nice. Something I've needed for a while. I'm enjoying it. Wait a minute! Is he biting my shoulders?!? We're in the middle of a bar, aren't we? This is not acceptable! No, no, no! Me moving your hands away from my chest is not an invitation for you to try groping my lower half! He is now whispering in my ear, "You're so Hot. I love you. I love you cause you're so hot."

Is there an appropriate response to that? I'm sure there is, but I can't think straight. He thinks I can't hear him, so he moves into my line of sight and tries sign language. Points to himself, creates the image of a heart with his hands and then points to me. ... ... ...

The Girlfriend looks over and sees my look of panic. She is concerned. Thumbs up or thumbs down?! I try to tell her without letting DRUNK in on what I am doing. She doesn't understand. I finally have to move him so that I can give her a big, fat thumb DOWN behind his back. She grabs my hand and pulls me into the crowd.

He follows.

The Girlfriend rushes off to get help.

Guy Friend #1 asks if I'm alright. I push between him and Girlfriend #2, put my arm around him in hopes that DRUNK will take the hint. I breathe a small sigh of relief, feeling safer in the crowd and tell him, "I am now." I bet you already know what happens now, don't you? Yeah, he tries to push through to get to me again. Guy Friend #2 steps in.

DRUNK pushes Guy Friend #2 and proceeds to fall backwards onto his drunk ass from the force of the recoil. I do not notice any of this. I am trying to pretend that this DRUNK doesn't exist. I don't even turn around until Guy Friend #2 comes back and says that he got rid of him. In my happiness, I throw my arms around him, giving him a big hug and say "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Moments later, The Girlfriend rushes in asking where he is. We all point in the same direction. DRUNK is still falling over himself at the corner of the dance floor. She gets behind him and uses both hands to point at him. Using large hand gestures so that there would be no doubt as to who she was indicating.

A Bouncer escorts him off the premises and he is arrested. Probably for public intoxication.

That was my impromptu night out. Good thing I had only had two drinks. I certainly didn't have any more.

_ _ _

I think it sounds worse than it was. It wasn't like he was this big, burly man beast. Just a tall, skinny kid who didn't know his limit. Had it come down to it, I probably could have beat him. It wouldn't have been too hard, considering his state of intoxication.

*sigh*

I'm going to start a new trend on the bar scene - potato sacks.

It's done.

It's been over a year since the Southern Comfort Incident. I feel silly admitting this, but that shot glass has been sitting in the same cabinet this whole time. That's right. It's been sitting there, sticky and coated with the stench of alcohol for the past year and then some. I have not been able to bring myself to even touch it, let alone clean it!

Well, today, I convinced myself that it was time. Time to clean that damn shot glass and get it out of the back of my mind. As usual, it slipped my mind until I was getting ready to hit the bed. I debated waiting until tomorrow. I went back and forth with myself, all the while knowing that if I put it off any longer, it wouldn't get done.

So I opened the cabinet. It's not there.

Wait, there isn't anywhere it could have gone! I moved some bottles around. Ah, there it is. As soon as I picked it up, He called.

A Miracle!

I know I've said it before, but that N.E.V.E.R. happens!

We talked for a few minutes, I told him how well The Baby went down for bedtime and how she is still pooping in two potties in one session (this particular session occurred at my church.), and how we are going to be having visitors at work for the next two days so I'm going to have to wear my emblem embroidered shirt both days. It was a nice little conversation that ended with him saying he thinks his phone is dying. Not the perfect ending, but not a bad one either!

I hung up the phone and smiled all the way to the kitchen. I opened up a new package of sponges, turned on only the hot water and I washed that little shot glass within an inch of it's life. Inside and out, all round over and over until I was certain that there could not possibly be any more whiskey. I then set that damn shot glass on my nightstand, right next to my bed, so that I will never forget the steps we have taken to get here.

It's amazing how something so small can feel so liberating.

I felt like I was washing away all the bad memories we had accumulated. Like now we could have a fresh start no matter what the outcome of our talk that will happen by Sunday night at the latest. Whether he tells me he's ready and knows what he wants or he has no idea what he wants and doesn't want to complicate things, I am ready.

Our friendship, our relationship, our parental partnership has a brand new, squeaky clean cover.

And it makes me smile.

Damn fine... *ahem* 'Fine damnit'

He did not call back last night. That's okay, he has that reputation for not calling that he needs to keep up, right? I called him this morning and again a little while ago. He didn't pick up either time and I didn't leave a message. I don't like leaving messages. Voicemail makes my voice sound weird, although he assures me that I really do sound like that. I always thought my voice was deeper than that...
Anyways...

I just talked to him, he profusely assured me he is fine. He rear ended somebody. He told me it was Big Truck (him) vs. little car (them).

I told him I wanted to see him after work but he said he wasn't sure whether he would be there because he had to take something over to his grandparents. Which prompted me to remind him that I work 5 minutes from his grandparents' house. Hopefully he will take that into consideration so that I can have visual confirmation to go with his assurances that he is fine.

I knew...

It had been 45 minutes since I called him. He said he would be leaving soon. He should have been here by then, but he wasn't.

I called him.

He didn't answer.

I called again.

He didn't answer.

I started to worry. There was no reason he would be over an hour late without having called. Well, no reason I could think of unless... the phone rang. I rushed to answer it.

"Where are you?"
"I... I've been in a car wreck."
"What?!? Where?!? Where are you?!?"
"I'm...I'm over here by the house, it happened a while ago..."
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I had to talk to the police and..."
"Are You OKAY?!?!"
"Yes! Yes, I'm alright, I just need to go talk to my dad about all this so I'll have to come over another night I guess..."
"okay... Will you call me later, then?"
"Yes, I will call you later."

My fears affirmed. All I know is that he says he is okay. Was he rushing to get here? Was he anxious about our upcoming talk? So much so that he wasn't paying close enough attention? Was he rear ended? Did he rear end someone else? Is the truck safe to drive, now?

I want to drop everything and go over there and take care of him, but that's just not logical. Who knows if that is even what he would want? I certainly don't know. That's kinda what we were supposed to talk about tonight...

I think I am more upset knowing than I was wondering...

Thank you, my Dear.

My Dear Facebook,

Thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU! I had no idea you were reading!

Love,
Me

Love, Me.

Dear The Baby,

I am sorry you are not feeling well, but The Momma needs you to nap so that she can take a much needed shower.

Love,
Me

_ _ _

Dear Facebook,

Stop making so many damned changes!

First, you change formats completely so that I have no idea how to do anything anymore and I don't have the time to figure things out.

Second, you stop pulling in my blog entries so that I had to re-add my blog. Which then pulled in ALL of my past blog entries, duplicating all the ones from the past year, causing me to go through and delete the ones that were already there, along with the comments that I wanted to keep.

Next, you stop e-mailing me when I get new messages so that I miss important messages. You are one of the reasons I was not able to connect with my favorite guy friend this weekend.

NOW, you can't even keep my login information for more than two seconds. Having to login every time I try to change pages is QUITE annoying and my Facebook productivity is severely limited.

Please look into these problems immediately. Also, I need some brownies. No nut's please.

Love,
Me.

_ _ _

Dear Headache,

I know you and your family have been hanging around in my head for months now. I know, I know you've already got the place just the way you like it. Wall papered, painted and decorated as it should be, but please, PLEASE go play somewhere else.

I hear the dogs brain is quite roomy. Maybe you can get her to stop acting like a spaz...

Love,
Me.

_ _ _

Dear Disney Co.

Thank you.

Love,
Me.

_ _ _

Dear Bathtub,

I'm on my way.

Love,
Me.

I'm having a drink...

and going to bed.

Sometimes I get sad...

when I hear about people I went to high school with getting married and starting new adventures with someone they are completely in love with.

Sometimes I think that that is what I really want.

Then I remember how happy I am with my sweet baby girl and how I wouldn't have it any other way.

*sigh*

All I really want is the cake...

Thursday.

Today is Thursday.

We have a standing playdate invitation with My Best Mommy Friend and her daughter, The Baby's Best Friend, for every Thursday that the timing is right. We go over to My Best Mommy Friend and The Baby's Best Friend's for dinner and playtime. It's lots of fun!

Today, however, was just one of those days. You know the days I'm talking about. The one where everything goes wrong? Yeah, it was one of those days for My Best Mommy Friend, too.

I offered to run by the store on the way to her place. It takes about as long to get to her place as it does to get to mine. On a good day, I can leave work around 5 and get home by 6. My Best Mommy Friend called me on my cell phone at 5:30 to see whether it would be easier for me to go by the store or her. I was still at work. She went to the store.

I finally left work around 6. It was already dark and I nearly missed my turn for the daycare because I had never gone there after dark before.

I decided against taking the highway to get to My Best Mommy Friend's. So, we're on a residential street turning on to a slightly busier street with a green arrow. I felt something on my hand. Since it was already dark and I couldn't see and didn't want to look down as I was about to turn, I lifted my hand towards my face. What do you think I found?

A Spider.

I freaked, swatted it and lost it. The car swerved and The Baby squealed. "The car scare' me Momma!"

At the next red light, I unbuckled my seat belt, turned on the over head light and looked for it. I couldn't find it anywhere. What a nice way to start my 30 minute trip across town.

A few minutes later, The Baby began to sing 'The Itsy, Bitsy Spider.' It took all I had not to giggle hysterically at the irony.

_ _ _

We made it to My Best Mommy Friend's without any further 'surprises'. She had already started dinner, chicken Parmesan using make-shift bowls and cookie sheets made out of tin foil to go in the oven. (She hasn't lived there long and has not had a chance to acquire a full set of pots and pans.)

The chicken she bought turned out to be thicker than she wanted and the crust was nearly burnt by the time the chicken was cooked all the way through. I think it turned out really well. She was able to cut smaller pieces for the girls so that theirs weren't burnt.

By the time dinner was ready, My Best Mommy Friend had already spilled water on her pants, burnt her hand on a pan and splattered tomato sauce on the floor. It was an interesting ordeal.

We got the girls' food together and set them down at the table. At one point The Baby decided that she wanted to sit on the floor and eat her food our of her chair. Then The Baby's Best Friend wanted to do the same. Which resulted in The Baby's Best Friend plate being knocked to the floor and splattered all over the carpet. I quickly fed The Baby the rest of her dinner and we stuck the girls in the bath.

With both My Best Mommy Friend and myself exhausted, we read them a bedtime story and The Baby's Best Friend went to bed. Well, that would be the simple way to say it. Actually she avoided going to bed and made everything leading up to lying down to go to sleep long and drawn out. I'm pretty sure she was still awake when we took our leave.

When we got home, I had The Baby go potty (I am proud to say I have not changed a poopy diaper in weeks), brush her teeth, put on her jammies and give her PaPa a hug night night. We then snuggled for a night time story and some sleepy time songs. She laid down and has not been up since.

I should have gone to sleep long since.

Excerpts from Texas Renaissance Festival - Vol. 2

We eventually went our separate ways. My group back out on the road towards camp, The boys on their way back home. At least Musketeer #2 was able to convince his parents to meet him halfway so they didn't get to the camp too terribly late.

Our group stopped at a convenience store to pick up some alcoholic beverages. It was a little strange for me, I mean, we don't get that kind of convenience in my area! By alcoholic beverages, I, of course, mean beer for Musketeer #1 and Smirnoff Ice for me. I don't do beer. In any shape or form. You can try to make it fruity and call it something special, but I will know. People tell me, 'But you can't even taste the beer! It just tastes like apples!'

Wrong.

It tastes like beer flavored apples.

I'm like that though. If I don't like something, I can usually pinpoint what is in it that I don't like. So don't try sneaking any ginger into my food. You will have a plate thrown at your head. Okay, I'm not that mean, but I assure you, I won't eat it.

/detour

Back to the story at hand.

We got to the campgrounds only to have the guys at the gate tell us that we needed to have our tickets. Well, our tickets were on their way back to Dallas... oops. They let us in with a warning. We drove in and grabbed the first clear area we found so as to make it a little easier for the guys to find us when they finally arrived.

Musketeer #1 quickly set to putting up the tents. It was freezing. Well, freezing for a native Texan... I mean, I could SEE my breath! Of course, I didn't bring my heavy coat. I did bring my heavy, zip-up hoodie, though! By the time we were sitting down with our 'beverages', I was wearing 4 shirts and was still cold. (My original shirt, my hoodie, the long sleeved shirt I brought to sleep in, and the extra hoodie that Musketeer #1 brought, just in case) I was quite a sight to see, I'll bet. I kept joking that we should be going to make friends with the group down the road with a big campfire. Ha!

We had two tents. One large, three person tent and one smaller two person tent. I had the pleasure of 'rooming' with the two Musketeers that I had only just met a few hours before back at the Love's. I had my area all set up by the time the boys got there. My sleeping bag, pillow and multiple blankets. One Musketeer opened the tent and said, "Well, I guess we know where somebody is sleeping!"

We were all very happy to see the last of our party show up. They had the extra chairs and the 'heating element'. It was nice to get my lap back and be able to warm it back up by the fire.

From what I understand of the heating element, you put paper underneath, add chips in the top and light the paper. It has two levels and kind of looks like a big metal mug. Musketeer #3 thought it was more like a mug than it was and thought it would be funny to walk around with a big mug of fire, kind of like a torch.

He was quite surprised when he picked it up and a bunch of flaming paper fell out of the bottom! He put it back in it's place pretty quickly and no harm was done.

We sat and talked around the 'Camp Mug' until it started dying and we decided to finish setting up our respective sleeping areas and bed down for the night. We were apparently planning on being up at 8.

I, of course, was up at 6 to utilize the PortAPotty.

*Gag*

TBC

The Universal Sign of 'Good Job!'

I had just turned onto the residential street that leads to the street that The Baby's Daycare provider resides. There was a car in front of me (car #1). He passes the street I am about to turn on. I see a car (car #2) coming up the next street about to make a left turn in front of the car in front of me. For a split second I thought about trying to turn left onto the street I needed to be on; perhaps I could make it before this other car(car #2) got in the way. I decided against it.

This turned out to be a very good decision. In his haste to turn left in front of the car #1, car #2 fishtailed onto the street I was on and proceeded to speed off. Again, this was a residential street. I have no patience for people who have no regard for other's safety, especially when they are leaving the vicinity of elementary school.

I gave him two thumbs up!

He gave me a dirty look...

Far From The Great Valley...

Apparently, there are Dinosaurs roaming through my car. Their favorite places to rest are on MY hand and on The Baby's Carseat. I blew them off my hand, then they were in the other car, then they were back in my car on The Baby's carseat.

After I picked her up from daycare yesterday, she kept saying, "The dinosaurs scarin' me momma." So I told her to tell them, "No, NO dinosaurs! That's not nice! Don't scare The Baby! Love The Baby!"

This morning, the dinosaurs were back. I heard , "NoNO dinosaurs! That not NICE! *whoosh* I blew them off my carseat!" the whole ride to daycare.

I'm a Bum.

Yep. I didn't get a chance to talk to The Guy about our current situation before I left for the weekend. I told myself I would take advantage of our time together on Sunday, but, alas, I did not. I am selfish. I was tired and burnt out from the weekend and did not want to have to think about it. So we hung out for a bit after I put The Baby to bed and we didn't talk about it.

He has no idea. He has shown me nothing except that he is still fully a guy and will do what he wants and just hope that there are no repercussions. I have invited him to come hang out sometime this week, but I haven't heard back. I told him tonight of Friday would be best so I assume he is waiting to see how his work goes today to see if maybe he can make it over tonight.

*sigh*

Oh, well.

I did mention to him last night that his mom is going to start wondering why he is spending so much time over here. I need to make a list of things we need to talk about. Trust me, he will not be surprised to see me pull out a list. He might chuckle, but he will not be surprised. That is a good thing.

So, The Plan:
If he does come over, we will talk. If he can't, I will resort to e-mail. He never answers the phone so that route would be futile...

Gah, looking at the situation objectively sure puts me in the 'Crazy for Even Trying' spotlight, doesn't it? Oh, well.

Excerpts from Texas Renaissance Festival - Vol. 1

We had been on the road for an hour and a half when My Best Mommy Friend calls to tell me that we are pulling over to wait for Musketeers #2 and #3 to catch up so that we can get the tents out of the car they are driving. Apparently, Musketeer #2 has forgotten his boots and needs to go back for them. Woo.

We stop at a Love's and catch a much appreciated bathroom break. The guys we were waiting on had apparently told Musketeer #1 (My Best Mommy Friend's BF) that it didn't matter that they left late because they would still get there first. Their reasoning? That he was with two girls and girls always have to stop for multiple potty breaks. Pfft!

We decided we weren't going to stop for a potty break until we were at least 3/4ths of the way there. This was of course decided after I had refilled my soda at the KF/Taco/Hut before we headed out. I was secretly ecstatic we were stopping.

We waited about 20 minutes for the guys to show up. While we were waiting, My Very Best Mommy Friend and I scoured my car to find my little card holder that houses my Driver's License and bank card. I had had to stop short a few times through traffic and it had gotten lodged up underneath my glove compartment.

When they finally got to the Love's, Musketeer # 3 went inside to the Burger King part of the Love's and waited 20 more minutes for a couple burgers and some fries. Special. He met us all back out at the cars and we talked and joked for a while longer.

I finally exchanged names with him and proceeded to steal some fries from his BK bag. I told him, "I thought I'd introduce myself before I stuck my hand in your bag..."

Musketeer #2 laughed and repeated my sentence with a slightly perverted twist:

"I thought I'd introduce myself before I stuck my hand down your sac!"

Ah, how did I know, how did I know?

There was much laughing.

YAY!!

According to the ticker I use to track The Baby's age (for other's not for me), The Baby is 2 years, 2 months, 2 weeks and 2 days old today!

How fun is that to say!?!

Time for Optimism, oh how I've missed you...

I have decided to give in to The Benefit of the Doubt. He txted me at 6:30 saying he wouldn't be able to make it to the movie and that he would see me tomorrow. Okay.

I'm not going to get upset. He is not purposefully waiting until the last minute just to make me mad. He is not trying to be a dipshit.

I'm going to go with the idea that he was really trying. Trying to make it on time and finally gave in. He has to cut off early tomorrow to meet me, I'm going to assume he had a lot to do today.

Tomorrow, though. I am going to tell him that he has the weekend to think about what he wants. Anything we do, has a directly affects The Baby, now. I'm going to tell him he needs to decide whether or not he is serious about wanting to do this or not.

I will not be led on by someone who is wearing a blindfold to what the future holds.

Think of me this weekend....

For I will be camping and cannot be sure whether I will make it back alive.

Okay, okay, so maybe that's a little overdramatic... but after the last camping fiasco, you really can't blame me. I know, I know, you probably have no idea what I am talking about, let just say it was the middle of summer, and I didn't bring the right arsenal.

I ended up sitting in a fetal position for the last half of the trip. Eyes wide open and shifting from one spot to the next, lashing out at what were morre than likely figments of my imagination.

I came home with 80 insect bites on one thigh alone. I think that was the smallest amount for an area of that size... I have not been camping sense. My luck, I'll come back paranoid AND schizophrenic!

"What was that?!"
"I don't know. Why are you asking me?"
"Cause I thought you might know something."
"Well, I don't, I know as much as you and nothing more."
"What was that?!?"
"I don't know! Now, shut up!"

Anyways...

I am off to The Texas Renaissance Festival this weekend. It runs every weekend from Oct. 11th - Nov. 30th. I have a 'Friend' who is going EVERY weekend. I was talking with My Best Mommy Friend and told her about him and she told me that her Boyfriend is actually dragging her to the very same place as my 'Friend'! So I'm going to follow them out there tomorrow evening and leave midday Sunday to get back for The Baby.

I have not told my 'Friend' that I will be there. I don't plan on telling him. I saw him earlier this week and asked him about it, what there was to do and such. We talked for a bit, I said it sounds like fun and then said, "Well, I'd better get this letter in the mail. It was good to see you," and left.

I think this will be fun even if I don't run into him. I've been contemplating getting a black wig so as to be even more incognito, but perhaps that would be a little over the top...

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

We're going to a movie tonight. A sneak preview of 'Bolt' at the Studio Movie Grill. I'm excited! I invited The Guy, he doesn't seem to be too enthusiastic. I could just be making things up though, since the only way he will talk to me is through txt messaging or in person. Even then, we don't do much talking. I seem to always carry the conversation. I mean, if I didn't say anything, there would just always be this awkward silence and nothing would ever be accomplished!

I have asked him numerous time to give me an answer as to whether or not he will be there. While I appreciate that he doesn't want to tell me know and make me upset, it seems that he does not realize that the repercussions of him NOT telling me and then just not showing up are greater than what he would get if he just told me. Since his mode of communication of choice is txt messaging, he wouldn't even get what he's afraid of. It's a little harder to get that "I'm upset but I'm not going to say so" tone into a txt message.

I'm sure he could infer the tone from the suddenly curtailed messages he would get afterwards, but that's something he could just completely ignore cause he knows I'll forget by the next time I see him, right?

I once had a friend tell me that it doesn't matter whether he makes me mad or not because he could just show me something shiny and I would forget completely.

"You're mad? WHAT'S THAT?!? A PIECE OF FOIL!! LOOK!! SHINY!!"

*phbblltttt*

Okay, whatever. It's not a big deal; it's just a kids movie. I'll get over it.

I'm out. Thanks for reading!

She knows what she wants...

So last night, I was over near The Guy's house and he came over. Everyone left and we ended up at the car. I handed her a toy before we put her in her carseat. Pablo the Penguin and his Singing and Talking Dunebuggy. She dropped Pablo.

Me: "Oh no! Is Pablo hurt?"
The Baby: "Pablo's got owie! Kiss IT!"
Me: "Kiss it? Oh dear, where does it hurt Pablo?"
The Baby: "His hand hurt, kiss his hand!"
Me: "His Hand? okay, I'll kiss his hand." *kiss*
The Baby: "Kiss his head! His head hurt!"
Me: "Okay, poor Pablo!" *kiss*

*pause*

The Baby: "He hurt his Butt. Kiss his Butt, Mommy! Kiss his Butt!"
The Guy: *barely stifled laughter*
Me: *stifling laughter* "No, honey, I am not going to kiss Pablo's butt. I'm sorry." *snort*
The Baby: "No, Mommy! Kiss his BUTT!"
The Guy: *fully laughing now, not even trying to stifle*
Me: "Let's get in your carseat, honey..." *face red from trying not to laugh*

So we get her in her carseat and she's playing with her toy and I'm talking to The Guy about what we're doing on Friday since I'm going out of town. I'm supposed to meet up and be ready to go at 5:30. He normally picks her up at my house (across town) at 6.

So we're talking and still laughing. The Baby is jabbering to herself. She calls for me and I tell her I love her. She replies with her normal, "I love ChooToo!" without even looking at me. The Guy laughs and tells me that it sounded like she said she loves shoes. "I love you!" "I love shoes!" HA! - yeah, I smacked him.

So we started talking again when we hear from the car:

"Get inna car, Mommy. Mommy? Get inna car. BYE BYE DADDY. Get inna CAR Momma! Get in your car Daddy! Bye Bye Daddy!"

My Baby loves me, yes she does.

I laughed SO hard the whole way home!

I'm not sure what to think...

October seems to have been a busy month here. So many activities to go to and we have actually been hanging out all together like a real little family. We've only made it to little more than half of the events we tried to go to. I'll add more to that later. For now, I just want to say how strange this feeling is.

The feeling of actually having someone around that I want to have around. Someone who makes me think before I do things. Someone who tries to fix it when things go wrong. Someone who seems to care. Where in the world has this person been for the past year and a half?!?

Will things turn into more than just parental cooperation?

Stay tuned, we will see.