Just Like Donnie and Marie

The other day my dad called me inquiring about some information that wasn’t necessarily true, but I could tell he was bothered by it.  This information was really between he and my aunt, the aunt I’m the closest to.  Not long after the conversation with my dad, my aunt called and talked to me about their little tiff.  They were obviously in a fight.  She was telling me how when she was talking to my dad she could hear my brother in the back ground telling my dad to relax in more words or less.  Because my dad lives with my brother, hence the ironing board in the background of one these pictures….my dad never goes anywhere without his ironing board, I knew that my brother knew that there was a tiff happening.

So I text him in secret.

Me:  when we get old let’s not be like dad and aunt mary. let’s b like donnie and marie.

Brother:  what does that mean?  I am old!

Me:  no….i mean when we r old old like 65. ur 30’s r not old!

Brother:  No, that was a joke.  Who r donnie and marie?

Figures.

Me:  a brother & sister dancing/singing act from the 70’s.

Brother:  I’M NOT SINGING!  I might dance tho.

Me:  Fine.  I’ll sing, u dance.  I’ll dance some.

Brother:  k.

I’m so glad we worked that out.

 

Blog Share

Today is a special day!  Today is blog share day!  The post below has not been written by me, instead it’s written by anonymous.  I have written a post that is also posted anonymously on another blog that is participating.  The list of participating blogs can be found here.  Enjoy!

 

Despite being a very friendly person and a generally good friend, I’ve had bad “friend luck” for the past few years. I moved to my current city over four years ago, and I’ve never really found my niche. Actually, that’s not entirely true; I’ve found my niche several times, just in time for my friends to move away. I’ve historically been the “friend who moved away,” so I don’t feel like I have much room to complain. Despite this admission, I am complaining. I’m loudly bellowing my complaint, because finally – after multiple years of flakey “friends” who don’t ever put any kind of care into our alleged friendship – I have a terrific, wonderful, awesome gal pal. And she recently told me in secret that she’s moving in a few months.
Don’t get me wrong, I fully support her decision to move. This move is going to increase her quality of life tenfold, and I’m more than thrilled for her. She’ll only be a short (and cheap) plane ride away, which is a vast improvement over most of my long-distance friendships. But I’m still sad, and I’ll miss her.
I don’t understand why I find it so difficult to make true, deep, good friends as I get older. I worry sometimes that I’ll wind up a loner, relying solely upon my spouse for friendship and socialization. While I know that this fear is unrealistic – I’m too gregarious for that – saying goodbye to my friend leaves me wondering how long it will be before I find another real friend. What if it never happens?
I know that I’m inordinately lucky in friendship. I have many wonderful, beautiful, close friends, despite the fact that they don’t live nearby. I know I should appreciate my blessings, count my chickens, whatever cliche you want. Selfishly, perhaps childishly, though… I am just going to miss my friend.

Tornadic Conditions

What am I doing?  Where am I?  Who are you?

That is how I feel lately.  All things intense and crazy like.  I have a test on Thursday that I need to get some studying in for.  Moreover, I switched up my studying method for my last test in accounting and…..it did not go well.  I am  no where near proud of my last test score so I’m in a major all accounting all the time mode because I want to get an A in that class.  I’m just mad at myself and I should have stuck with my original method but I thought I would try this and it did not work.  What it does prove though is that I was doing something right and yes, I’m just always going to be a B student no matter what.  Is it just me or does it seem like everyone else in the world is getting 4.0’s?

Anyway, I keep cleaning my house and it keeps getting messy, what is up with that?  I need one of those Dorothy’s from this movie that can go up in the Luke tornado and tell me what’s coming up in the near future, like exactly how many toys are going to be strewn here and there and EVERYWHERE and why tornado’s don’t like to nap after the time change.

So it just seems like for the last week and a half things have been constantly  moving.  I guess what’s good is things are getting accomplished.  Lots of leaves are falling, lots of leaves are raked and then lots of leaves fall again.  I purchased another Christmas gift last Friday and even…..ARE YOU SITTING DOWN?  My husband bought his first Christmas gift last Friday!  Sweet Jesus, if I am good for nothing, I am good for one thing and that is rubbing off my obsessive non-procrastinating skills on other people.  Ahead of the game is my middle name.

Actually, it’s not.  I just thought since our income of funds has decreased since last Christmas that it would seem a little less frantic on the pocket book to try and buy one gift a week or to be conscience of setting money aside each week so that’s what I’ve done and surprisingly my husband does listen when I speak and he’s doing it too.

I’ve also been meaning to mention that myself and Talkative Tess?  We have become fast friends.  Fast friends I do say.  We are just chit chatting away in every lab and I actually find myself ENJOYING it.  (I am getting a A, ahem)  I’m also all signed up for winter classes too.  Look at me?  EVERYTHING ALWAYS COMPLETE.

I’m annoying myself.  Where is the excitement?  Where is the spontaneity?

It’s HERE!  Come back on Thursday for an exciting day of BLOG SHARE!  There will be an anonymous post posted here and mine will be anonymously posted somewhere else and it’s really something to check out.  It’s my first time participating and I’m glad I did!  It gives bloggers a chance to post something they might not necessarily post on their own blog.  A day of being free, if you will.  Enjoy!

A dinosaur that breathes fire?

I have no idea.  I thought this was a dinosaur costume and then Rob informed me it was more dragon like.  Whatever.  Either way, your ovaries will be bursting at the seams.  Trust me.  BUT!  They will recover when you see the last picture so don’t be too worried.

He has no time for posing.  I just love how every picture I try to take it’s like he is WRESTLING to get away from me!

He must sort and organize his candy.  What do you know?  He IS like his mother a little bit!

Even Dragons get thirsty.  It’s all that fire they breathe.

Dragons get crabby too!

Happy Halloween!!!!

Hi Pumpkin

Isn’t true how some great moments are just that?  Great moments.  A second in time that only you understand because you were there and even when you try to retell it to others, you know that they are  not going to appreciate it like you do.  This happened to me on Tuesday.  I will do my best  to retell it but I guarantee being there in the moment was a million times better.

Lately I’ve started letting Luke walk on his own to and from the car when we are coming and going some where.  He loves the independence, I tell you.  I only allow this in our drive way, don’t worry, he’s not running rampant through parking lots or anything.  This is especially helpful when I’m returning on days I have school because I have a lot to carry.  So on Tuesday it was nice out and actually not raining for a SECOND and I let him lead me up the walk way to our front door.  We had carved our pumpkins last Saturday night, so other than seeing them on Saturday night, he really hadn’t seen them since due to rain, which is so fun and I’m not bitter about at all.  As we approached the front door he sort of slowed down and looked at them…..and proceeded to climb up to the top step/porch and take a closer look.  He bent all the way over so his hands were touching the cement and puts his face right into his pumpkins face and says, “HI!”

This made me giggle and I started to say, it’s not real buddy.  But then I thought, no way.  I love it.  I love the  minds of kids.  And after that he climbed down and stood so that he and his pumpkin were face to face and said hi again and few other things.  Maybe like Happy Halloween or nice smile.

And if I missed my opportunity to get a picture of him with his pumpkin of 2009 because now it’s raining again and looks like it will never stop, I’ll be sad.  But I’ll have that memory tucked away (on my blog).