Thursday, November 18, 2010

Kids are weird

The other day we were all in the car, chatting about sledding. At the same time, Brad and I thought of the same memory from about 5 years ago...
We went sledding at the elementary school and half way down the hill, Jaimen flew off his sled and landed on his face and cried like it was ripped off (I really don't think the pain was that bad but I'm guessing it scared the ba-jonks out of him).
Much to our surprise, Jaimen didn't remember this. Mr Steal Trap Memory Kid did not recall this happening at all. Mr Remember When I Was 4 And I Got Stung By A Bee At The Pool didn't have one ounce of recollection of this event.
What does this all mean? Nothing really, I just thought it was weird.

PS Coming back to life is crazy yo.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

RIP Paper Castles

Sorry friends...


Friday, January 15, 2010

I almost don't want to share this...

But really, it's too creepy not to. And I feel like if I write it or talk about it I'll be admitting that it happened, and that I wasn't delusional. Just to forewarn you, its really really really is creepy.
Ok, so, yesterday a co-worker told me about a movie he saw called Paranormal Activity. He said on a scale of 0 to creepy, he rated it creepy. He told me about a couple of scenes and I got really freaked out. Because I'm a true believer of shit like this. I tried my hardest to get the stuff he said out of my head but I kept going back to it, thus making me very jumpy the remainder of the day. So I thought that maybe me being on the edge made me believe that the following happened, but I don't think I can mistake this. My eyes are welling up with tears just thinking about it (which proves how scary it is because the only time my eyes well up with tears and I'm not crying is when I get freaked out, kinda like some people getting goose bumps)...
Chloe has this thing attached to her car seat handle. It's a butterfly that has a chime thing in it to keep her busy. So every time she grabs it or the car seat moves, the little butterfly makes this noise, like a wind chime. Last night I went to bed around nine and woke up at 130am. Not sure why I woke up, but I did. Nothing made me wake up, I just woke up. Husband was next to me, soundly sleeping. I looked at the clock and at the same I did, I heard the chime. I'm like...what the fuck?....I must be sleeping. But no, I was awake and now that I heard the chime again, I was WIDE awake. I tried to wake husband to no avail (he sleeps like a rock and is impossible to wake). I tried to go back to sleep and blame the noise on something else, but I kept hearing it. Being as Chloe's room is right next to ours and that's where her car seat sits, I tried to place the noise somewhere else, like outside, but no. It was coming from her room. Now I feel like I'm going to cry because I can still hear the chime chiming. It's not faint. I can't sorta hear it. I can hear it plain as day. I get a hold of myself and think more logically, it must be the cat. Yes, that's it, it's our big dummy cat playing with her car seat toy. That makes sense. Our cat loves playing with her toys. I've seen him do it dozens of times. I look over at the foot of our bed and much to my dismay, big dummy cat is curled up snoring away. DAMN. Well, if it's not the cat, it must be Super Kid. He's been known to do weird things in his sleep, maybe he's in there playing with it (this is 2am scared shitless logic, work with me). I try to wake Husband up again but he won't wake up. So I did the one thing in scary movies that I never understood, I got up to see if J was in there playing with her car seat toy. As I'm getting up I hear it again. Shit, what am I doing??? I turn on our bathroom light, then the hallway light and peak in her room where I see the edge of the car seat. My heart is beating out of my chest and I really feel like I'm going to faint but I am convinced that I will see J sitting in there half sleeping playing with the little butterfly. I slowly open her door only to find NOTHING.
There was nothing in there. No cat, kid, husband, nothing. I check on Chloe and she's snoozing away, not a care in the world. I look at her car seat and the toy was there, right where it was as I left it. It didn't even look like it had moved an inch.
I go back to bed and I can't sleep. I keep waiting to hear the stupid chime. After at least an hour I managed to fall back to sleep but I can't shake the absolute creepy feeling. I know this happened, I know I heard it, it wasn't a dream. But what was it? I'm not sure I want to know...


Monday, January 11, 2010

I fail

We got home from going out to eat on Friday and I was fuller than full of spicy chicken. Albeit completely satisfied I felt a little guilty. I mean, I was eating really really really good for a long time. With the exception of the last month of my pregnancy, I ate lots of fruits and veggies and took my vitamins like a good girl and even drank milk for crying out loud for a YEAR.
Anyway, we get home and husband says he needs to go to the store real quick. I thought it was weird but whatever.
He leaves and is back in like 15 minutes and what does he have in tow?
A 12 pack of my old best friend Mountain Dew.
I'm like Hey what's that? (no I didn't, I said What the Fuck is that?).
He goes I got you a present and smiles so genuinely my heart skipped a beat.
I tried not to get mad, but I did a little. Now I have to find the will power not to drink the shit. Because if I have just one, I will start slipping back into a can of MD a day habit and that's just wrong.
What do you think I did?


Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Damn you Caribou!

So I rewarded myself with coffee yesterday. That delicious coffee that tasted so good that I felt the need to guzzle it. Then two hours later for lunch I had a blueberry muffin and Frito's. An hour after that I was thirsty so I had a Dr Pepper with a granola bar. About 10 minutes later I started feeling extremely nauseous. And my right boobie, not ok. I did some Googling and found that sometimes people get flu like symptoms while weaning because their ducts get clogged but then the clog works itself out and all is well again.
So not sure but one of a few things are happening: I might sick, pregnant, experiencing clogged ducts or I'm just an idiot that ingested more sugar than necessary after a 3 month break from junk food.


Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Blinded by the light

5 days until I am done hating life at 4 hour 10 minute intervals.
5 days until I can casually snack on a chocolate bar, cookie or skittle.
5 days until I can exercise without worrying about the repercussions of sweating too much and leaking everywhere.
5 days until I never have to utter the words 'pump and dump' after drinking a glass or two of wine.
5 days until I can happily drink wine with my sausage, green pepper and onion pizza.
5 days until I don't have to wake up in the middle of the night with big sore boobies that are hard as rocks and ready to burst.
5 days until I don't have to lug the stupid machine back forth with me where ever I go.
5 days until I don't have to lift my shirt up in the bathroom at work and get super fucking cold.
5 days until I can eat the spiciest of spicy foods (look out BDubs).
5 days....oh the glory of it all.

Wishing I had a time machine,