Monday, May 11, 2009

metal poles and oreo kisses....

First let me start off by saying that Chasie in no way, shape or form is capabile of keeping a secret. She picked out a mothers day card for my mom and I told her to keep it a secret. So what does she do? As soon as we get home from the store she asks if we can call Granny. Of course I let her since she is usually terrified of talking on the phone for some reason. So, we call Granny and what are the first words out of Chasies mouth? " We went to the store, and we got you a card, and it has puppies, and clouds and it sings". Well, well....so much for keeping it a secret!! And yes, the card did sing. It was one of those that you can record your own 10 second message then it plays a little jingle. Of course the dumb thing ended up not working when my mom got it!!! Which pissed me off cuz it was a $7 card plus extra postage!!! So, Chasie also ruined my surprises on Saturday when she told me that daddy got me a card and a necklace with a heart on it.....which by the way he did. Actually, it doesnt have any hearts on it, it has these little circle things that you can inscribe names and stuff on and it has birthstones. WAY CUTE! However, its not here yet. He ordered it online and Im patiently waiting for it to arrive. Ok, not patiently, I WANT IT NOW!!!!!!!!! hehehehe - Ive had my eye on this thing for months now!
Jakers went in for his 4 month check up today. They basically told me that he's a moose. But a healthy moose. Perfect in every way, off the charts for height!!! How did that happen? I thought he had double ear infections cuz he wakes up every night screaming and pulling his ears. Luckily his ears are fine, but the doc seems to think that he's teething and his gums are bothering him. She also told me to start feeding him food. So today he enjoyed his first bowl of greener beaners. Which he loved but for some reason gagged down every bite. Between gags though he was nothing but smiles. As usual.
Chasie has been ransacking the pantry all day. She found the bag of strawberry milkshake oreos. Shes actually in there as we speak stuffing them in her mouth and pockets. She also rammed me a minute ago. Is that what you call it when your kid pretends to be a bull and smashes their head into your rib cage, possible cracking a few ribs?
Speaking of ribs. I think one of mine is still broken from when I was pregnant. Is that possible? and if so what the heck do I do about it?????
I have to sit here and wait for the cable guy to get here, again....since the one who was here 2 days ago obviously didnt know what he was doing. He was pretty creepy though, so when he told me that he had to go out to his truck to get some tools my first thought was "holy crap, hes gonna kill me" so I pretty much freaked and went in the kitchen and stood by the knives. Yes, I just stood there....by the knives. He probably thought I was crazy when he was talking to me about the cracked wall plate, he tried to show me, but of course I was thinking "he's trying to loure me in closer to his tool box so he can crack my head with the screw driver" so I didnt leave the knives, I pretended that I could see from the kitchen. Who cares. I've seen too many crazy shows...and Ive been a little on the paranoid side ever since I took all those self defence classes in Flagstaff. Oh, and I also had a two foot metal pole close by...I laid it right next to the knives. Now I have to go through all of that again today when some other weirdo shows up claiming to be from Cox. Or perhaps we should be feeling sorry for the poor cable guys who have to deal with the schizopherenic house wife on Cotton Lane. Dont judge me. I told myself that I wouldnt tell anyone this. How does blogger have a way of making me spill my guts?
Now I am covered in oreo kisses. I just made that term up, do you like it? Its when a child eats an enormous amount of oreos, then kisses your face and arms, leaving wet, chocolatey kiss marks behind. Kinda cute...lotsa yucky.

2 comments:

Beluga said...

Oh I hate the creepy service dudes, I always get jittery. Is there a friend you can have over? That might help. She can hold the knives while you look at the problem with the mass muderere in a jump suit.

Jill Ison said...

well i think we both know that in a situation where one might wish to do one harm... you would live. I on the other hand would die. so good for you standing by the knives!!!