Here’s what’s up with us as of late - it’s been hectic.
**When Sam eats something he likes he says it makes “His axels tingle!”
**He starts pre-school in 2 days. I know I’m supposed to be all nostalgic and touched that my baby is heading off to school, but honestly, I’m so not. I just want him to like it and have a good time. I’m happy for him, more than anything else. I suppose we’ll see how I am on Tuesday . . .
** Robby can walk!
** Today I took the kids out for a walk. I wore the shorts I wear just about every day. Upon sitting down after our return I discovered a HUGE, GAPING hole in them, right on my ASS. I have no idea when this occurred. And yes. Yes, I did interact with people on this walk. And come to think of it, I have a vague recollection of a car that hovered behind us for way too long.
** The other day when we were all at the mall I decided to head into V’s Secret for a little sumpin’ sumpin’. While trying on a multitude of things in the dressing room, the woman who was helping me came back and asked if I needed any other stuff, etc. I said I needed a such and such in medium. And then she looked down and said, “Well, I’m a large.” And we stared at each other. I guess she felt because she was a large that it was ok to tell me I was too? And I’m fine if I am a large, but I’m thinking it is not so wise for a salesperson to tell a patron they are bigger than they think they are, you know? Let them figure it out for themselves.
So I turned around and retrieved a such-and-such that fit, but was in the wrong color. I handed it to her and said, “I want this but in black, please.” She said, “In a large?” And I said, “I want whatever size that one is, because it fits.” At which point she looked at the tag. It was a medium.
**I’ve started the Twilight series. Got the first book on Friday. Have read 400 pages in 48 hours. Um, I like it. Thank you, Dawn (who told me directly that I had to read it) and Misty (who I think I remember talking about it briefly).
** Someone save me, Hubby has started a blog. It’s a comic book blog. And then he installed sitemeter, and proceeded to tell me about his stats every hour or so. And he started getting packages in the mail every single day full of comic books that companies wanted him to review on his blog. And within the first week or two he was getting like 1500 hits a day. And then I felt some serious blog envy, which was extremely disconcerting. And I think that’s why I’ve backed off on the blog thing a bit for the past few weeks (not really commenting much, not writing real posts . . . not that this is a real post . . .). I was a little confused and had to take a wee break to evaluate though, you know? I think I’ll ask ya’ll about blog envy with my next bloggy question post. And yes, I’m very happy about his blog success, by the way. It was just a brief, but fairly strong, pang. **edited to add: Hubby just informed me that his site has pulled in over 2000 hits so far today. I’m feeling a bit green again . . .
** We just had a Spice Girls dance party in our living room.
**Remember how much I rocked with my most awesome of Birthday gifts for Hubby, tickets to the Men’s Final for the US Open (that’s tennis, people)? Well, not so much. First, it turned out that the match wasn’t at the time I thought it was; the ticket is for 12:00, but the men’s final was actually going to follow the women’s doubles, so it wouldn’t really start until 4:30 or so. Then it turned out it wasn’t where I thought it was either, because the arena that Hubby always pointed out on our way to the in-laws saying, “That’s where the US Open takes place,” well, no, actually, it doesn’t. It’s actually much further away and in a much more difficult to reach location (ie, major traffic area on Long Island). And so, what was supposed to be a 6 hour trip away was turning into a 10-12 hour trip with us returning very late at night, which made me totally uncomfortable about leaving the babes. So after about 3 days of intense discussion over what to do, what the best plan was, we decided I shouldn’t go with Hubby, and he should meet his dad there and see the match with him so that he wouldn’t have to worry about the time.
But then, and any of you that follow tennis or are aware of the whole hurricane thing know this, play was suspended on Saturday due to weather. So, instead of sitting at the Men’s Finals right now, Hubby doesn’t even get to go, because the match was rescheduled for tomorrow, during Hubby’s first day at his orientation for his new job. We gave the tickets to his dad, and because all of us had gone in on this gift for him together, Hubby pretty much got nothing for his birthday. At all. I so don’t rock.