all fixed

Today around 10:00 am I received the call.. little one has a fever. She seemed all right to me this morning, and last night too, but none the less her little body is hot and so we are home. Beautiful day outside too, we'll be going out after little one gets up from her nap. Nothing that sunshine and bubbles won't heal, right?

I got my video working that I was trying to post last night. Blogger thought there was something wrong with the html code, I told it to ignore it and now it works, yay! At any rate - Happy Friday!

For your viewing pleasure

Nothing much new to share except for a little tidbit of everyday life that was so amateurishly put together by me. Enjoy.


P.S. I don't think this video is working but I'm tired and tired of trying so I'll fix it tomorrow! Night Night!

Yup, I said it... it was Me.

Somewhere along the way "Damn it" has become my new favorite word. When you are at that point, when you think you might break, when frustration is at the peak just before losing it, there's nothing that a good loud "Damn it" won't heal. You say it, and it all loosens up and dissipates... like "Damn it"... (POOF... it's gone... did you hear it, did you hear it?) Well, okay, maybe it's not quite that healing but man, it does tend to feel good.

So maybe, perhaps, it was me, in a few of those 'I'm either going to lose it or curse' moments, that I take the high road and curse. Not directly at anyone, just to lay it out there. So it was me that said it... it was me. Damn it. In the words of my bosses' granddaughter "Damn its the magic word" and I so believe that cute little 3 year old.

So here we go...

Rewind to March 15 (I think). We had gone to Virginia for Joey's nieces' birthday party. She turned 6. We were going to stay at his brother's house in VA Beach and had left the party and followed him to a gas station. Joey got out and topped off our tank because, why not, gas is about 30 cents a gallon cheaper in VA than NC. While waiting in the car I looked over at his brother's big red truck and saw the biggest dent/scratch running down the passenger door. When hubby got back in the car I asked him what happened to Jimmy's truck. He said "damn. I don't know". And there we have it spewing from the back seat "damn, damn damn".

Now, fast forward to about a week or so. Nice, beautiful day here in Eastern NC. Came home from work and Ashley and I went out front to blow bubbles and wait for Daddy to come home. When Daddy arrived home it was time to go inside and get dinner together but Ashley just wasn't ready yet. A 2 year old is never ready to do something just because Mommy said so.

So, in an effort to appease, as I do so often, I decided it would be okay to sweep off the back porch really quickly cause the pollen was BEYOND thick and leave the sliding glass door open and let Ashley blow more bubbles on the screened-in porch while I got dinner together. Okay, done. I even moved her little Dora table and chairs from the corner to the middle of the porch and set up the matching umbrella that had been hiding in the garage for her. I was finishing up the last little bit of sweeping as I see her, walking around the edge of the umbrella touching each little plastic piece at the end of each spoke along the way putting the magic word in full effect. "Damn it, damn it, damn it". Calm and collected.

Fast forward... Daddy was at work last night, Ashley and I were fixing baked potatoes for dinner. I had cooked them in the microwave, cut hers in 1/2 and turned in upside down on the plate to smash the insides off the skin so we could put butter and cheese on it. She was standing next to me, on the stool so that she could help. I ended up somehow touching a piece after I had repeated to her over and over not to touch it, cause it was hot. I said, "ouch, it's hot" she adds "damn it".

Having already known that this was a fun new word for her I had asked her teacher if she had ever shared it at school. She's young and laid back and she and I are on friendly terms. She laughed and said no, but she would tell me if she did. Today was the day.

I went in to pick Ashley up at regular time. Her teacher told me she had said "something" today but she wasn't sure if it was the same word. I mouthed it to her and she chuckled and said "yup". Apparently Ashley, in great angst was trying to tell one of her friends during snack or lunch or something. One of her friends moved her cup:

Ashley looked at her and said "no, it goes right der, damn it".

Friend said "yeah, damn it".

Oh lawd... I've done it now!

So apparently I'm not the only one that feels that there is a magic word out there and it just ain't please or thank you. What am I to do now... can't really take it back, now can I? All I can do now is either learned to spell it real fast, which will only be a temporary fix until such time she learns to spell or just cut it out all together... I think I'm make a conscience effort for the second idea.

*Disclaimer* Please be advised that each and every time the dear children using said word or adult phrase were corrected and told, without too much drama, cause that would just make it even more fun, that we should not say that, that it was a bad word and that sometimes big people say things that they should not and that little people really shouldn't. Ahhh... so funny, like when your teacher made you say "Penis penis penis, vagina vagina, vagina" in sex ed, kind of way. Do not punish, do not chastise, I know, dears, I know, "I bad, damn it".

Hey there...

so it's been awhile. I find myself saying that quite often these days. I guess the bottom line is that my life just isn't.that.interesting. It's funny though, cause when I do have something to say I really have something to say but the times in between are just that. The times in between.

Tonight hubby went to bed really early and for some reason, that just makes me stay up even later. I suppose because he's usually the one that makes me go to bed. He's always wanting more sleep, as I am, but the night owl in me always gets the best. So, when he goes to bed early it's like my free pass to stay up way later than I should and not "be in trouble" for it. Not that I'm ever really "in trouble", it's just that we like to go to bed together. Don't get any ideas though, it's not at all, most of the time, for the dirty adult reason that one would expect. It's just cause that's what we do and its nice to climb into bed and spend those last waking moments with the one that you love. Simple as that.

So, in my time using my free pass tonight I spent a while looking at the blogs that I heart and then hopping on myspace and then facebook. Facebook has a thing, new to me, that tells you, based upon the information you provided who you might know. I thought, oh, interesting. Wrong. Clicked on the link, and they were right, they are all, 100% people that I know, or used to know for that matter. Mainly old girlfriends. Not a single one of them is one that I think I wish to know now however.

I don't regret my decisions. I don't. But they make me different, they make me hide from those that I knew long ago. Mainly in the way that I look. I suppose that's why I can be free and post pictures of the here and now on here, my blog... because you all didn't know me, with the exception of one, two counting hubby, and you all just don't know any better. Not only that but I've not yet come across a blog that I care to read in which I've thought, 'if I comment, if they know I'm here they will think I'm fat'. 'They will think I'm ugly'. You all just aren't that type, now are you? (If you are, please leave). Even better yet, you didn't know me, the young, rested looking Lisa (did you even know my name?). You all didn't know me, the skinny, fit Lisa of years ago. The Lisa before life became beautiful and I met my hubby and had Ashley. It's just that. My life became beautiful but yet, I hide from those that might remember the old me, not know the new/different me and might look and say, 'wow, she's put on some weight' or 'did you see Lisa, she's fat'.

In response to that I'd probably say "well duh, you dumbass" but I know, it would hurt my feelings, even if I didn't know and of course no one would think that and actually say it, well I would hope not, but still, I don't even want to give those an opportunity to think it. I looked for a picture of me to update those above referred pages but pictures of me are few and far between because I love to be the one to harass others with the camera and the ones that are between the few and far between are just.plain.bad. Cheese and Peas, I look like shit. Do I really walk around like that all that time or do I just somehow break and morph the camera every time we two come in contact?

I think I've had this discussion a dozen million times with myself. The one in which I will get up earlier, fix my hair a little better and apply makeup in front of a mirror on the wall rather that the one attached to the visor in my car. Yup folks, I'm the lady you passed the other day putting mascara and lipstick on in her rearview mirror. I've had the conversation with myself in which I will be hot when hubby comes home and he will look at me and think wow, she's hot, but truly, most evenings, by the time he gets home from work I'm already worn out and used up the rest of the way, wearing pajamas (and I don't mean the sexy kind) because who can bear to wear those clothes a second longer? Funny, he loves me anyways.

So, that's it. They.just.don't.matter. I need not worry or give a care but maybe it wouldn't do harm to use that mirror on the wall rather than the one in the car. Love you all. Happy Thursday!