Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Flashback
It happened about 30 years ago when I was 15 or 16 and my friend was 13 or 14. I walked to her house to get her so we could go hang out. When I arrived at her house, her father met me at the door and walked me back to her room. A bit unusual, but I had no idea what was coming. When we entered her room, her dad picked up a pack of cigarettes and said to me, "are these yours?". They weren't. I had a split second to make my decision whether I was going to throw my friend under the bus and let her get beat up by her abusive father, or if I was going to take the blame for her and take the chance that her father would tell my father and I could be beat up by my abusive father. I glanced at her face and knew I had to take my chances. When I saw the look of terror there, I saw myself. I said to him, "Yes, I asked her to hold them for me. I'm sorry.". He walked over to me, handed me her cigarettes, and walked out of the room.
I knew I did the right thing.
It was the moment I knew who I'd become.
And he never did tell my father...
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Seriously! Lowe's is having a 50% Christmas decorations sale.
Again, he stops doing his adorable antics once he sees the Flip. Sigh. Of course, he was singing and clapping to...wait for it....The Wiggles. (BTW...You can see part of the old, crappy Christmas tree in this video that, when I plugged it in, some of the lights were burnt out...hence, my justification for buying the new one.)
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I've done gone and lost my mind
Thursday, November 27, 2008
The WALL!
eat my peanut butter cups in peace. Without stealth! What a beautiful thing.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
The blankie
this post by The New Girl (who is a fantastically funny blogger, BTW). If you scroll down a couple of paragraphs, she is talking about switching her daughter's old doll with a new, identical doll and her child's reaction.
Hence, the fear.
The boy is totally attached to his blankie. There is a particular corner of it that he searches for. He'll start turning the thing around to feel each corner until he finds the "right" one. It's frustrating to watch when he's frantically searching and he's felt 3 of the corners, and I think it's almost over, but then he reverses his search and starts covering old ground. I've taken to putting the correct end of the blanket toward his face (yes, I know which friggin' corner it is) and hope he finds it right away. If he start twirling the damn thing, I step in and just hand him the correct corner. He then takes it and rubs it between his fingers like a talisman, or rubs it against his cheek. We take it on vacation with us because, simply, it is a lifesaver at times. WHAT. IF. I. FORGET. IT. AT. HOME?! Worse yet,
Do your kids have a similar object of love?
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I think I did it...
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1406988204156394590
If you click the link, you can watch the video. You can also download it to your iPod/iPhone. It actually plays better on there. The colors are better....
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Wishes video
The trip down went very well with Kevin. He was completely different than our trip in January and I was so proud of him.
One near miss while driving...which, if you read my last trip blog regarding the idiot drivers that seemed to hone in on me, was a huge improvement. I don't know how you guys are when driving beside an 18 wheeler, but I constantly watch the side of the truck where the turn signal is under the truck. I've never had a problem before, but this time it paid off. The trucker was passing me and my old habit kicked in and started watching the turn signal. I don't know if he forgot I was there, or what, but the turn signal came on. I kept watching it. Waiting. I knew I was in his blind spot because he never finished the pass. I just knew this was going to be a bad thing. Here he came. I could see the people in the car behind me looking horrified. I'm thankful that there was a shoulder on the highway and I wasn't caught on a bridge or a construction zone. I swerved off and laid on the horn. There wasn't much else I could do. He heard me and jerked the truck back which, BTW, is kinda scary to watch in and of itself. It was a pretty big swerve because his front end was already halfway across my lane. Other than that moment, it was a good drive.
The Universal hotels are gorgeous (and pet friendly). We stayed at the Hard Rock and I'd stay there again in a minute, but it will probably never happen due to the cost. It was really a once in a lifetime thing for us. I enjoyed the Universal parks, but wish I could have spent more time than we did at Disney. Katie was in heaven at the Hard Rock. This trip was mostly for her because I think she's about done with the Disney trips now. I'm sure she won't be going on our next trip. Staying at this resort was also for Roni because she's more about the hotel than I am. I don't much care about where we stay as long as it's pretty decent. Three stars are usually what I shoot for. I'm glad I was able to do it for them this time.
As for the video with Kevin running through the fountains...it's gone, just gone. I don't know what happened, but I can't find it on my computer anywhere. Every other video is there, but not that one. I'm so upset because I adored that time with him and wanted to save it for posterity.
The night at the Magic Kingdom was perfect. I was in my happy place made twice as happy when it's decorated for Christmas. Kevin saw his first fireworks when the Wishes Holiday fireworks began. Hey, if you've never seen Disney fireworks, you don't know what you're missing. I wasn't sure how he react so I held him for it. He was mesmerized. Toward the end of the video, I jiggle the camera a bit. Excuse that, please. I had to switch arms holding Kevin. It was that or drop him. I thought about it for, you know, the sake of the video, but then decided against it.
O.M.G. I can't get the video uploaded because it's too long!!!! Argh! I tried through youtube and it won't allow it either. Any ideas? I'm sorry....I've been trying for hours.
