So we get to the Louisville airport and check in to the airline that gave us the good deal on tickets. The guy at the counter is half talking to us and half talking on his cell phone. We check in at the kiosk (because that’s how you do it these days) and check our two bags. But I forget to check the baby chair. So the guy gets off his personal call and says he’d be happy to check the car seat. That being said, there were lots of open seats on both of our flights, why not take it with us and see if they can move us to some empty seats and use the car seat instead of holding the baby. Huh, we thought, that’s not such a horrible idea. I had a little trepidation, but we decided to go for it. So, here’s what we had to carry through the airport: my carry-on backpack (heavy), husbands carry-on shoulder bag, Lilly in stroller and the giant carseat. Let me tell you how much fun that was. So then they start calling passengers for our first flight (to O’Hare Int’l) and they don’t call people with babies first. We’re freaking out because we end up being the last folks on the plane and the plane is small AND you have to walk down the jet way and out side to get on the plane. That’s how small it was. I end up being the one trying to get the carseat to the back of the plane, which happens to be much larger than the space between the rows of seats and people’s heads and shoulders.
Are you exhausted yet? Because I sure fucking am.
So we move towards the back of the plane, last row even, and this guy is still standing up behind us with all of his things and I ask if this is his seat and he says yes but asks if we would like him to sit in the other empty seats. Yes, please and thank you. Then I can’t figure out how to get the carseat locked in to the airplane seat. We figure that out right before we take off. Lilly fell asleep and slept most of the way to Chicago.
It pretty much doesn’t matter what time of the year it is, what day of the week it is, or what time of the day it is. It is always busy at O’Hare. I’ve been in it many times in my life, travelling from wherever I’m living (STL, Nashville), to home in WV. Its huge and unforgiving. But the people you see are interesting. And its always fun to be in the place that has been in so many movies I watched during my childhood. Thank you John Hughes. But this time we had a baby with us. Lilly was wired and ready to run and play and do what she wanted to do. I can understand how frustrating it would be for her. She’s tired but she’s in this loud, busy, bustling place so hey, lets get this party started. But mommy wants to hold her still, in her hot tight grip and she is absolutely not having anything to do with that. No way, no thank you, no mommy. And everyone got to watch as I struggled with her alone, in line to board the plane while daddy begged the ticket counter agent to move someone so that we’d have a place for our very large car seat during the four hour flight to Las Vegas. Did I mention that it was a four hour flight? Four hours. Oh, and it was pretty much booked solid. That guy in Louisville was either high or full of horse shit, the later I think. Fuck you, guy in Louisville, fuck you.
So we get on the plane and learn that a very nice lady has agreed to move to a different seat so we can use the car seat. Thank you, very nice lady, thank you. Lilly kicked the person in front of her for about ten minutes before finally konking out and getting some sleep. She slept the whole way to Vegas. We managed to schlep all of our crap out to the shuttle service and get to the hotel. I found some milk at the sundry store and we all fell fast asleep. Lilly had lots of milk that night and that’s ok.
What I've learned so far about air travel is that no one cares that you are travelling with a kid (let alone a really cute one like ours). Its up to you to navigate it all, do not expect any favors from anyone.
The next day we slept in, ordered some room service (cold and subpar) and awaited the in-laws arrival to the hotel. We had lunch at Greenbergs Deli at the New York, NY. I had the best ruben I’ve ever had. Then we went to see the Lion exhibit at the MGM Grand and Lilly got to see some baby cubs snoozing with a trainer. She loved it. After that, we headed back to the cars where I let my baby travel back to Utah with the in-laws. I cried, but only for a second.
To be continued…
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Update: The Annoying Backpack
Here's what I just returned (imagine this in light green): 
Here's what I bought in its place (imagine this in a nice olive green):
Here's what I bought in its place (imagine this in a nice olive green): 
Tadaa! Compulsion resolved. For today.The Annoying Backpack
(Please note: the underlying message in this post is me justifying spending money on a backpack. )
We have a large journey coming up that will take us to Vegas and eventually St. George, Utah for the week of Thanksgiving (that’s next week for those of you not keeping up with your holiday countdown). I have been shopping for a backpack for the last month. I have backpacks, but they are old, not airport-user friendly, etc. I’ve determined that the backpack needs to have certain qualities, lets discuss.
1. Large - I need one that will carry all necessary items but will get through security and doesn’t need to be pulled on wheels. It needs to go on my back, hence the name “backpack.”
2. Multiple compartments - I need one will have the following compartments
a. Small-Medium front section: Wallet and small personals
b. Baby section: large enough to contain diapers, wipes, changing pad and extra set of clothes
c. Mama section: Large enough to carry snacks, extra shirt, books/mags, and laptop if possible (not totally necessary, but would be nice)
d. Side pocket: for water bottle
e. Media pocket: for ipod (not totally necessary, would be nice)
3. Comfortable to carry: I need large, padded straps because this will likely be somewhat heavy. I have many large uncomfortable backpacks I could use, so lets make this one at least appealing.
4. Color: so long as it isn’t camouflage or Hello Kitty, I don’t really care what color it is.
Justification: I don’t think it unreasonable to purchase a new backpack. I am a student and something practical would be nice for use as I start taking more classes in the evenings and weekends. So its something that I will use for sure.
What I bought last night: so last night, I broke down and bought the $13 Eastpack from the Walmarts. Although it has almost everything I want, and is a nice color, its cheaply made. So that means I’ll probably get about 9 months of use. I mean lets be real: its plastic and made in China for school age kids that will use it for the 9 month school season (see: or falls apart).
The result of writing this post: I’ve decided that I’m going to go to Marshalls’ tonight (yay, another trip out…) to see what nice backpack I can find. If I find a nicer one for around $30, I’ll get it and take back the crappy Walmart version. If not, I’ll use this one until it falls apart.
We have a large journey coming up that will take us to Vegas and eventually St. George, Utah for the week of Thanksgiving (that’s next week for those of you not keeping up with your holiday countdown). I have been shopping for a backpack for the last month. I have backpacks, but they are old, not airport-user friendly, etc. I’ve determined that the backpack needs to have certain qualities, lets discuss.
1. Large - I need one that will carry all necessary items but will get through security and doesn’t need to be pulled on wheels. It needs to go on my back, hence the name “backpack.”
2. Multiple compartments - I need one will have the following compartments
a. Small-Medium front section: Wallet and small personals
b. Baby section: large enough to contain diapers, wipes, changing pad and extra set of clothes
c. Mama section: Large enough to carry snacks, extra shirt, books/mags, and laptop if possible (not totally necessary, but would be nice)
d. Side pocket: for water bottle
e. Media pocket: for ipod (not totally necessary, would be nice)
3. Comfortable to carry: I need large, padded straps because this will likely be somewhat heavy. I have many large uncomfortable backpacks I could use, so lets make this one at least appealing.
4. Color: so long as it isn’t camouflage or Hello Kitty, I don’t really care what color it is.
Justification: I don’t think it unreasonable to purchase a new backpack. I am a student and something practical would be nice for use as I start taking more classes in the evenings and weekends. So its something that I will use for sure.
What I bought last night: so last night, I broke down and bought the $13 Eastpack from the Walmarts. Although it has almost everything I want, and is a nice color, its cheaply made. So that means I’ll probably get about 9 months of use. I mean lets be real: its plastic and made in China for school age kids that will use it for the 9 month school season (see: or falls apart).
The result of writing this post: I’ve decided that I’m going to go to Marshalls’ tonight (yay, another trip out…) to see what nice backpack I can find. If I find a nicer one for around $30, I’ll get it and take back the crappy Walmart version. If not, I’ll use this one until it falls apart.
Random Thoughts: November Edition!
“No Betty, no! Don’t do it!” Betty Draper kicks Don to the curb on Mad Men for sleaze-ball politician Joe Francis.
“Well, isn’t that just great. Oh well, I’ll just do it” Seeing that my husband didn’t finish his half of the dishes last night.
“Please don’t gag.” Upon giving Petit Bebe her first dried cranberry. She loved it…them.
"Wow, just like that.” Realizing how easily Lilly’s mood improved with a few sips of milk and some graham crackers.
“Pull it together, Jane.” Standing in the kitchen on Sunday morning, cooking pancakes, listening to Bing Crosby sing Faith of our Fathers and crying my eyes out. I was thinking of my grandpa, who won’t be with us this year at Christmas.
“Yep, you should be in bed.” Seeing a zombie kid in the actual shopping basket of the cart at Walmart last night around 9:30PM. He was sitting up on his knees just staring out. It was weird.
“Well, try being told constantly that you look like Bing Crosby.” Overheard last night at Target. Yes, I was at Target and Walmart last night trying to find a stupid, stupid backpack for this trip.
“Typical.” My thoughts after I slammed the right side of my body into a heavy glass door while walking a candidate to his next interview this morning.
"Just get it and move on with your life." Me, over and over in my head last night, agonizing over choosing a decent backpack for our long journey west. More on this soon.
"Booooooo" to Blogger a few minutes ago not loading my post and (Not Responding).
Monday, November 16, 2009
Santy Claws
Mom and Dad came down from WV this weekend to play. Translation: Dad helped us with some projects around the house and mom watched the baby. Dad and I made a banister for the stairs. He's a contractor but his favorite thing is wood working (cabinets, furniture, etc.) and he's fabulous at it. The open section on the stairs only goes about a third of the way up, so thats where it went. Its really beautiful. It needs stained/varnished and a few other little things, but I'm going to tackle that on my own. I've done it before, no big whoop. We also patched some holes in the wood siding made by some evil wood peckers and squirrels. We used bondo, which is normally used to patch holes in cars. Its awesome. We painted it to match the siding. Tadaa! It'll have to work until we can afford to put new siding up. We also replaced the water heater. I thought that was going to suck more than it did. But we did it and we now have hot water all the time! Yay!
Saturday night after baby went down and dinner was eaten, Mom took me shopping for some clothes for Christmas. We went to Macy's, a place I normally don't wander into because I've never really gotten past the pricey designer section. But we did and I found the less expesive, normal department store section. It was fabulous, fabulous, fabulous. I even found some new blue jeans. My mom's the best. She's real patient and won't rest until we've found the right fit, style or size. Its not as miserable an experience as it was when I was younger. I'm very real about how things fit on my body and what works and doesn't. There's no point getting upset about sizes, etc. I just want to look and feel nice when I leave the house. And we had a blast together.
So I have a monster test today that I think I'm relatively ready for. I've been studying since last weekend. My reward for studying and testing will be to put up the Christmas tree tonight. Just the tree and lights. I'll put the decorations on it tomorrow night. Bebe is going to go Kukoo bananas tomorrow when I show her. I realize you might think it too early for a tree, but I've decided that I don't care what you think. I have logical reasons. I'd explain, but that would insinuate that I care what you think. Its a very large tree, so I'll be pretty worn out by the time I get the lights on. I'll post some pics, then you'll be in the mood too!
You'll shoot your eye out, kid!
Molly
Saturday night after baby went down and dinner was eaten, Mom took me shopping for some clothes for Christmas. We went to Macy's, a place I normally don't wander into because I've never really gotten past the pricey designer section. But we did and I found the less expesive, normal department store section. It was fabulous, fabulous, fabulous. I even found some new blue jeans. My mom's the best. She's real patient and won't rest until we've found the right fit, style or size. Its not as miserable an experience as it was when I was younger. I'm very real about how things fit on my body and what works and doesn't. There's no point getting upset about sizes, etc. I just want to look and feel nice when I leave the house. And we had a blast together.
So I have a monster test today that I think I'm relatively ready for. I've been studying since last weekend. My reward for studying and testing will be to put up the Christmas tree tonight. Just the tree and lights. I'll put the decorations on it tomorrow night. Bebe is going to go Kukoo bananas tomorrow when I show her. I realize you might think it too early for a tree, but I've decided that I don't care what you think. I have logical reasons. I'd explain, but that would insinuate that I care what you think. Its a very large tree, so I'll be pretty worn out by the time I get the lights on. I'll post some pics, then you'll be in the mood too!
You'll shoot your eye out, kid!
Molly
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The Dance
In my new job, I get the mail for all the areas of the cancer center. What that means is that I take a rolling cart from our mail room to the post office in the basement of the hospital and then back up to put mail in their respective boxes. I kind of do this dance with my mail cart and the doors. I don’t have someone there to open the doors for me, so I push the doors open with my hips and swing around with the cart, etc. Its kind of fun.
I get to the post office by going down the elevator one floor and then following the underground hallways to the hospital. On my way I pass Radiation and the Nuclear Medicine clinics. As I pass I can see into the waiting rooms for Radiation and Nuclear Medicine. I can also sometimes see into the actual clinic rooms where patients are being treated. My eyes are wide open because I’m curious nursing student, not because I want to be nosy or disrespectful. I usually try to avert my eyes when passing the clinic rooms, but when I get to the NucMed waiting room, I look. Its interesting for me to see just how busy they are, how old everyone is, how the patients look, etc.
Earlier this week I witnessed something incredibly heavy (no big surprise, this being the cancer center). It’s mostly always heavy in the patient areas. Cancer is a monster. Period. Anyways, I was doing my little dance, listening to my iPod and I passed the NucMed clinic. But this time I see a relatively young couple, mid thirties maybe, and they are slouched against each other. The man was awake and had his hand to his head, just looking up blankly and stressed. The woman was asleep, her head resting on her husband’s chest, both looking worse for wear. But her feet are what caught my eyes. Her feet were resting on a stroller that was empty, save a black bag that looked like it carried some sort of medical equipment. The only way for me to interpret this is that their very young child was in receiving treatment. That’s just the reality of the beast. Cancer doesn’t care how old our young you are.
I get to the post office by going down the elevator one floor and then following the underground hallways to the hospital. On my way I pass Radiation and the Nuclear Medicine clinics. As I pass I can see into the waiting rooms for Radiation and Nuclear Medicine. I can also sometimes see into the actual clinic rooms where patients are being treated. My eyes are wide open because I’m curious nursing student, not because I want to be nosy or disrespectful. I usually try to avert my eyes when passing the clinic rooms, but when I get to the NucMed waiting room, I look. Its interesting for me to see just how busy they are, how old everyone is, how the patients look, etc.
Earlier this week I witnessed something incredibly heavy (no big surprise, this being the cancer center). It’s mostly always heavy in the patient areas. Cancer is a monster. Period. Anyways, I was doing my little dance, listening to my iPod and I passed the NucMed clinic. But this time I see a relatively young couple, mid thirties maybe, and they are slouched against each other. The man was awake and had his hand to his head, just looking up blankly and stressed. The woman was asleep, her head resting on her husband’s chest, both looking worse for wear. But her feet are what caught my eyes. Her feet were resting on a stroller that was empty, save a black bag that looked like it carried some sort of medical equipment. The only way for me to interpret this is that their very young child was in receiving treatment. That’s just the reality of the beast. Cancer doesn’t care how old our young you are.
Monday, November 9, 2009
No Vegetables.
Husband, Petit Bebe and I decided that we would go to the Number 1 China Buffett for dinner on Saturday night. Its clean, well managed and the food is really good. So I'm fixing a plate for myself and I over hear the following conversation happening.
Lady: "Do you work here?"
Employee: "Uh, yes"
Lady: "Can you grill this?"
This is the point at which I look up expecing to see some peice of meat or vegetables that perhaps she wants to be cooked more thoroughly. But what I see is her holding a plate of white rice. This is when I decide to look away. My immediate reaction is embarrassment.
Employee: (clearly not understanding) "Uh, no?"
Lady: "I just want this cooked like fried rice, but no vegetables. Can you do that?"
Employee: "Uh, ok."
Lady: "Just fried but I don't want any vegetables."
Employee: "Ok. You want egg too?"
Lady: "Uh, yeah, just a little."
Now, I don't watn to seem ugly, but this lady look like the image of true health. So just to reiterate what our country is coming to, this lady wanted them to take some steamed white rice and add some oil to it. Oh, and some egg. Oil and egg. WTF?
Lady: "Do you work here?"
Employee: "Uh, yes"
Lady: "Can you grill this?"
This is the point at which I look up expecing to see some peice of meat or vegetables that perhaps she wants to be cooked more thoroughly. But what I see is her holding a plate of white rice. This is when I decide to look away. My immediate reaction is embarrassment.
Employee: (clearly not understanding) "Uh, no?"
Lady: "I just want this cooked like fried rice, but no vegetables. Can you do that?"
Employee: "Uh, ok."
Lady: "Just fried but I don't want any vegetables."
Employee: "Ok. You want egg too?"
Lady: "Uh, yeah, just a little."
Now, I don't watn to seem ugly, but this lady look like the image of true health. So just to reiterate what our country is coming to, this lady wanted them to take some steamed white rice and add some oil to it. Oh, and some egg. Oil and egg. WTF?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Pity Party!
My name is Molly and I have a lot on my plate. Let me tell you about it.
1. Full time job
2. A baby
3. A husband
4. A myriad of hobbies that get neglected (listed below)
5. I’m taking a class that will hopefully help get me into Nursing School
Now let me give you a run-down of a typical day for me:
1. 5:00AM – Get up and work out for 30 minutes
2. 6:00AM – Get Derek up and in the shower/Get baby up, changed and dressed
3. 6:25AM – Pass off baby and take shower/get ready for work
4. 6:45AM – Hurry up and fix coffee and breakfast for the road while baby fusses at me from the Pack N Play or while daddy sighs and holds fussy baby (continually trying to hurry me along)
5. 7:03AM – Load everyone/thing in the car and head on down the road
6. 7:30AM – Drop baby off at day care
7. 7:45AM – Arrive at work
8. 8:00 – 11:30AM – Work
9. 11:30 – 12:30PM – Lunch
10. 12:30-1:50PM – Work
11. 2:00-2:50PM – Class
12. 3:00-5:00PM – Work
13. 5:00-5:30PM – Car ride home
14. 5:30PM -7:00PM – Love on the baby, get baby changed, make baby dinner, feed baby, love on the baby, play or go for walk with baby, bathe baby, love on the baby, give baby bottle and put baby down for the night.
15. 7:00PM – Start working on dinner for mommy and daddy
16. 7:30PM – Eat dinner and begin the process vegetating until bedtime.
17. 9:30PM – Bed. Time. Usually.
I have a list of hobbies that I’ve collected over the years that get neglected due to the above schedule…or my short attention span.
1. Quilting
2. Crocheting
3. Writing
4. Reading trashy novels (like the True Blood or Stephanie Plumb series’)
5. Creating awesome websites
6. Blogging
7. Day dreaming
8. Reading up on religion
9. Shopping
10. Cooking (see: eating)
11. Baking (see: eating)
12. Exercising
13. Photography
14. Watching movies
15. Listening to music
16. Playing music
17. Spending time with family (this one is my favorite and I’m grateful for that.)
These are things that are currently on my TO DO list:
1. Put check for mortgage in the mail.
2. Make hotel reservations in Vegas
3. Order mom and dad’s Christmas presents on Amazon (and think of some additional, more meaningful things)
4. Assemble veggie lasagna for dinner (check!)
5. Find a good travel backpack for adventure to Las Vegas/Utah
6. Get this blog posted (Check!)
1. Full time job
2. A baby
3. A husband
4. A myriad of hobbies that get neglected (listed below)
5. I’m taking a class that will hopefully help get me into Nursing School
Now let me give you a run-down of a typical day for me:
1. 5:00AM – Get up and work out for 30 minutes
2. 6:00AM – Get Derek up and in the shower/Get baby up, changed and dressed
3. 6:25AM – Pass off baby and take shower/get ready for work
4. 6:45AM – Hurry up and fix coffee and breakfast for the road while baby fusses at me from the Pack N Play or while daddy sighs and holds fussy baby (continually trying to hurry me along)
5. 7:03AM – Load everyone/thing in the car and head on down the road
6. 7:30AM – Drop baby off at day care
7. 7:45AM – Arrive at work
8. 8:00 – 11:30AM – Work
9. 11:30 – 12:30PM – Lunch
10. 12:30-1:50PM – Work
11. 2:00-2:50PM – Class
12. 3:00-5:00PM – Work
13. 5:00-5:30PM – Car ride home
14. 5:30PM -7:00PM – Love on the baby, get baby changed, make baby dinner, feed baby, love on the baby, play or go for walk with baby, bathe baby, love on the baby, give baby bottle and put baby down for the night.
15. 7:00PM – Start working on dinner for mommy and daddy
16. 7:30PM – Eat dinner and begin the process vegetating until bedtime.
17. 9:30PM – Bed. Time. Usually.
I have a list of hobbies that I’ve collected over the years that get neglected due to the above schedule…or my short attention span.
1. Quilting
2. Crocheting
3. Writing
4. Reading trashy novels (like the True Blood or Stephanie Plumb series’)
5. Creating awesome websites
6. Blogging
7. Day dreaming
8. Reading up on religion
9. Shopping
10. Cooking (see: eating)
11. Baking (see: eating)
12. Exercising
13. Photography
14. Watching movies
15. Listening to music
16. Playing music
17. Spending time with family (this one is my favorite and I’m grateful for that.)
These are things that are currently on my TO DO list:
1. Put check for mortgage in the mail.
2. Make hotel reservations in Vegas
3. Order mom and dad’s Christmas presents on Amazon (and think of some additional, more meaningful things)
4. Assemble veggie lasagna for dinner (check!)
5. Find a good travel backpack for adventure to Las Vegas/Utah
6. Get this blog posted (Check!)
Monday, October 19, 2009
Monday Morning Coming Down...
Today is a bit of a weird day as I didn't really get rested this weekend, sick baby and all. Didn't really meet all of my personal goals for the weekend. But I did have some good times.
Exhibit A: Met up with college buddy, Maggie, and her new husband in town for lunch. They stopped on their way through to Louisville for some haunted adventures. She got to meet Bebe and I got to meet new hubby. Aces all around...with the exception of another friend not being present because she lives in a very far away place. We missed you! And we're thinking happy thoughts for you this week!
Exhibit B: Sunday Lunch at Bob Evans. We waited for a good 30 minutes for a table, but lunch was good and we got to order off the menu for Bebe for the first time. Homegirl likes her brocolli and apple sauce...and cheerios. Excellent salads at B.E.
Exhibit C: I went to a party! Granted, I missed the peak of the party and my good friend Shawn punked out. But I can say that I went to a party and had a beer and played some rock band with some entertaining library nerds.
Exhibit D: Even though Bebe was/is sick, she's still one of the happiest babies I know. Snotty, but full of fun and giggles and playfullness. I hope she stays like that forever and ever.
Exhibit E: I cooked! I made lost of veggie friendly meals on Sunday afternoon. It was great. Baked veggie medly and butternut squash soup. Killer. I had the medly on top of a baked potato with a nice glass of red wine. Perfect on a cold Sunday night.
Next weekend I have big plans. I don't know what they are yet, but they are going to be big. Maybe a trip to the mall or across town to Garden Ridge to look at Christmas decor! (Because Christmas is coming at us like a freight train and there isn't a damn thing we can do to slow it down.) Lilly already likes things that sparkle. She's like her Mama that way. The end.
Exhibit A: Met up with college buddy, Maggie, and her new husband in town for lunch. They stopped on their way through to Louisville for some haunted adventures. She got to meet Bebe and I got to meet new hubby. Aces all around...with the exception of another friend not being present because she lives in a very far away place. We missed you! And we're thinking happy thoughts for you this week!
Exhibit B: Sunday Lunch at Bob Evans. We waited for a good 30 minutes for a table, but lunch was good and we got to order off the menu for Bebe for the first time. Homegirl likes her brocolli and apple sauce...and cheerios. Excellent salads at B.E.
Exhibit C: I went to a party! Granted, I missed the peak of the party and my good friend Shawn punked out. But I can say that I went to a party and had a beer and played some rock band with some entertaining library nerds.
Exhibit D: Even though Bebe was/is sick, she's still one of the happiest babies I know. Snotty, but full of fun and giggles and playfullness. I hope she stays like that forever and ever.
Exhibit E: I cooked! I made lost of veggie friendly meals on Sunday afternoon. It was great. Baked veggie medly and butternut squash soup. Killer. I had the medly on top of a baked potato with a nice glass of red wine. Perfect on a cold Sunday night.
Next weekend I have big plans. I don't know what they are yet, but they are going to be big. Maybe a trip to the mall or across town to Garden Ridge to look at Christmas decor! (Because Christmas is coming at us like a freight train and there isn't a damn thing we can do to slow it down.) Lilly already likes things that sparkle. She's like her Mama that way. The end.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Random things heard in my head....
"My Body, Myself, Oy. Heh, that'd be a funny/sad post."
"Damnit!" - whilst coughing.
"Whole milk, bread, lunch meat, breakfast things, Diet Coke, coffee, Jelli's dog food, lotion, oooo solid pack pumpkin, better grab some cans of that. Do i need a Halloween shirt? Nooooo. Do I want a Halloween shirt? Yes.... Just pick her up! Its late, she shouldn't be out, she's tired, just pick her up and she'll be happy. How can you ignore your kid?...please get out of my way" - while at Wal-Mart.
"Pumpkin pancakes!" - on what to make Lilly for her birthday breakfast.
"Totally going to get up in the morning to run." - evening mantra...every evening.
"Vacuum, sweep, mop, dust, dishes, laundry, make beds, bathe the dogs..." - constant list making for upcoming weekend visitors.
"Coolest person ever" - how I feel about Lilly when we play.
"Damnit!" - on forgetting to thaw the chicken for dinner last night.
"Why do you care if my baby has her birthday celebration one day later than the actual date?" - on stupid people
"Yes, I'm definately 10 years older than you people. The more I hear you talk, the more I feel it. And in what society is that considered public attire?" - thought before and after Anatomy/Physiology class.
"Nahhhh" - on actually making the pumpkin pancakes Saturday AM.
"Damnit!" - whilst coughing.
"Whole milk, bread, lunch meat, breakfast things, Diet Coke, coffee, Jelli's dog food, lotion, oooo solid pack pumpkin, better grab some cans of that. Do i need a Halloween shirt? Nooooo. Do I want a Halloween shirt? Yes.... Just pick her up! Its late, she shouldn't be out, she's tired, just pick her up and she'll be happy. How can you ignore your kid?...please get out of my way" - while at Wal-Mart.
"Pumpkin pancakes!" - on what to make Lilly for her birthday breakfast.
"Totally going to get up in the morning to run." - evening mantra...every evening.
"Vacuum, sweep, mop, dust, dishes, laundry, make beds, bathe the dogs..." - constant list making for upcoming weekend visitors.
"Coolest person ever" - how I feel about Lilly when we play.
"Damnit!" - on forgetting to thaw the chicken for dinner last night.
"Why do you care if my baby has her birthday celebration one day later than the actual date?" - on stupid people
"Yes, I'm definately 10 years older than you people. The more I hear you talk, the more I feel it. And in what society is that considered public attire?" - thought before and after Anatomy/Physiology class.
"Nahhhh" - on actually making the pumpkin pancakes Saturday AM.
"You can do it, you can do it, you can do it" - talking myself into getting up to exercise this AM.
"No waaaaaaaaaay" - on learning that Mrs. Dugger is expecting...for literally the 19th time. That family is like a train wreck...I can't look away. They have that twinkle of inbreeding in their eyes.
"How is that even possible?" on viewing these images of Coco (Ice T's girl) on The Superficial.