Sitting here at the computer instead of doing the millions of things I should be doing. I was all geared up to start some spring cleaning but then it snowed and knocked the sails right off that ship. I start babysitting my granddaughter tomorrow. Lacee got a job with the school district so I will be watching her from about 8:00 am to 4 ish. Not looking forward to getting up early. OK...8 am is not really early but we usually sleep til 10. So for me...IT IS! The grandbaby is the cutest thing ever and I love her like mad but she is a handful. She just turned 9 months old. She is extremely active and there isn't anywhere she doesn't try to get. She fell (on Lacee's watch) and broke her elbow a few weeks ago so she is sporting a cute, little pink cast. Not even the cast slows her down. It just helps with the path of destruction.
Woke up this morning with a nice little present on my computer chair. One of the cats puked up a hair ball! Gross! Very tired of the cats. Mostly I am tired of nagging the kids to take care of them. The cats have learned that there is a world beyond our front door and they have started darting out the second the door opens. I am so so tempted to open the door, turn my head and shut the door!
Going to try to get tickets for the the July 4th celebration at the Stadium of Fire. Miley Cyrus is performing along with the Blue Man Group. Miley Cyrus is REALLY big here in Utah and I have heard the tickets are next to impossible to get but I am still going to try. I am not that fond of her music but the girls would be excited to see her. Tickets go on sell Friday at 5pm. Going to try to get them online.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
War of the Roses
Although this story is somewhat disturbing it is way too funny not to share. First, I would like to clarify that Tolly and I love each other dearly although I probably won't be able to convince most, WE know it and that's all that matters. One time I overheard Alissa (daughter) asking Tolly why him and I fight so much. His response was "Because we are very passionate about each other"...lol
So...the other night, after the kids went to bed, Tolly and I were having a conversation (we should have known better...we rarely have a conversation without it ending in a fight) and lo and behold...we started fighting. He wasn't responding how I thought he should so I started slinging insults. The more he ignored me the meaner my insults got. Anyway...i never did goad him enough to respond so i just went to bed. Hailee still sleeps with us so I decided to sleep in her bed.
Tolly has a crazy work schedule so he needs to sleep anytime he can...knowing this, when it was time to take Alissa to school at 7 am I had her go wake HIM to take her. Little did I know...Tolly had been stewing all night about my verbal attack on him and had just fallen asleep in the early hours. To say the least, he was a little peeved. After dropping Alissa at school, I hear him come into Hailee's room...i figured he wasn't going to let me sleep. What I didn't know was that he had a glass of water...which he dumped over my head. OK... I probably deserved it so I turned my pillow over to the dry side and tried to go back to sleep. I say "tried" because his plan didn't include me sleeping. He came back into the room in 10-minute intervals to spray me with the squirt bottle. I know...what a creep! He did that a few times before I decided to get up. We take turns being the submissive party so at this point (plus it was morning and for some reason I turn back into a princess when the sun comes up) I am not planning any retaliation. However...as I am going into the bedroom (where Tolly is now sleeping) I see the squirt bottle and can't resist the urge to grab it, turn it on stream and proceed into the room...it's pay back time! Obviously Tolly knows me better than I think because as I quietly approach him with squirt bottle aimed at his head, a scene from The Matrix plays out before my eyes. In what appears to be slow motion, he flings back the covers and is brandishing an air assault pistol. Do I squirt or be pelted? I squirt! He pelts! After being hit a few times I duck behind the door for cover still delivering a steady stream of water at his head or at least in the general direction of his head. I am getting the best of him because the gun has to be cocked every time he shoots. It doesn't take me long to realize how ridiculous the situation is and I start laughing...for a second. Then I start crying because I just can't believe how far we go. As soon as he sees that I am crying he throws down his weapon and rushes to my side and.. we live happily ever after.
What were we fighting about in the first place? Who knows! Some people would call it spousal abuse....I call it passion! LOL
So...the other night, after the kids went to bed, Tolly and I were having a conversation (we should have known better...we rarely have a conversation without it ending in a fight) and lo and behold...we started fighting. He wasn't responding how I thought he should so I started slinging insults. The more he ignored me the meaner my insults got. Anyway...i never did goad him enough to respond so i just went to bed. Hailee still sleeps with us so I decided to sleep in her bed.
Tolly has a crazy work schedule so he needs to sleep anytime he can...knowing this, when it was time to take Alissa to school at 7 am I had her go wake HIM to take her. Little did I know...Tolly had been stewing all night about my verbal attack on him and had just fallen asleep in the early hours. To say the least, he was a little peeved. After dropping Alissa at school, I hear him come into Hailee's room...i figured he wasn't going to let me sleep. What I didn't know was that he had a glass of water...which he dumped over my head. OK... I probably deserved it so I turned my pillow over to the dry side and tried to go back to sleep. I say "tried" because his plan didn't include me sleeping. He came back into the room in 10-minute intervals to spray me with the squirt bottle. I know...what a creep! He did that a few times before I decided to get up. We take turns being the submissive party so at this point (plus it was morning and for some reason I turn back into a princess when the sun comes up) I am not planning any retaliation. However...as I am going into the bedroom (where Tolly is now sleeping) I see the squirt bottle and can't resist the urge to grab it, turn it on stream and proceed into the room...it's pay back time! Obviously Tolly knows me better than I think because as I quietly approach him with squirt bottle aimed at his head, a scene from The Matrix plays out before my eyes. In what appears to be slow motion, he flings back the covers and is brandishing an air assault pistol. Do I squirt or be pelted? I squirt! He pelts! After being hit a few times I duck behind the door for cover still delivering a steady stream of water at his head or at least in the general direction of his head. I am getting the best of him because the gun has to be cocked every time he shoots. It doesn't take me long to realize how ridiculous the situation is and I start laughing...for a second. Then I start crying because I just can't believe how far we go. As soon as he sees that I am crying he throws down his weapon and rushes to my side and.. we live happily ever after.
What were we fighting about in the first place? Who knows! Some people would call it spousal abuse....I call it passion! LOL
Monday, March 3, 2008
I want to eat ice cream in public
I started a diet about 8 weeks ago. Don't know how I am doing it but I am still on board. The first few weeks were hard. I felt like I was starving! But then it got easier...until this last week. This week has been murder. I don't really feel hungry but I have this incredible desire to gorge myself. I want to devour everything! I just need to feel the food on my lips, in my mouth and rolling over my tastes buds. Sometimes I put the food in my mouth and chew it just so I can quench some of the desire...but then I spit it out. My name is Becky and I am a foodoholic.
The bright side is I have lost 18 pounds so far. This week a didn't lose an ounce which is depressing. I don't really feel like I went overboard with my eating (unless you count all the food I chewed up and spit out)so not sure what is going on...guess i might have to start exercising too...yuk!
Just one time in my life I want to feel what it is like to be skinny. I want to fit into a normal size of clothing and hold my head up while eating an ice cream cone. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK!
The bright side is I have lost 18 pounds so far. This week a didn't lose an ounce which is depressing. I don't really feel like I went overboard with my eating (unless you count all the food I chewed up and spit out)so not sure what is going on...guess i might have to start exercising too...yuk!
Just one time in my life I want to feel what it is like to be skinny. I want to fit into a normal size of clothing and hold my head up while eating an ice cream cone. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK!
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