Friday, December 18, 2009

Just call her Miss Daisy

Whenever I watch Izzy, I try to have at least one activity that is little kid centric for her to do. I had a ton of shopping to do this week, so one day we spent about 3 hours running errands. I had to do some Christmas present buying at our local mall, which has a merry go round in the food court. I told Izzy that if she was good and listened while we went shopping, she could ride on the merry go round when we were all done. She was a STAR. When we went up to the merry go round, the operator was on break. I told her we could either wait until the operator came back or she could ride one of the little cars that shake for like 90 seconds after you put some quarters in them. She chose to ride in an ice cream truck and was super excited about it until it actually started. Then she was frozen, her eyes peeled open and her fists clenched. She didn't cry or say anything, but she was obviously freaked out. A younger girl came into the ice cream truck while it was going and started "driving" it and playing with all the buttons. Fine with me. When the ride was done, Izzy and the little girl got out and Izzy said to her, very sincerely, "Thank you for driving me."

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Drunken ramblings

Does anyone read this? Hello, is this thing on? I am wasted (after one drink, congrats me) and just want to write in no particular order. Here's to you, internet.
1) My mother in law seriously is so great. I can't think about my MiL for too long or I will seriously start crying from happiness. She is so selfless and wonderful. I am so lucky to have her in my life. I can't wait to change her diapers.
2) Watching Izzy is bittersweet because it makes me want to adopt. I have no affinity for infants and am scared of being pregnant, but put me in front of a three year old who wants to ride in the car so she can hold the robot girl (my GPS) and my maternal instinct goes into overdrive.
3) Gary the waiter is the best waiter ever. He is our waiter every Wednesday night for trivia and is taking the Series 7 exam tomorrow. At 7 in the a.m. I left some bottles at the bar and I called him to ask if he could see if they were still there. Yeah, I have his cell phone number. We're cool like that. Before I called he had gotten the bottles and was waiting outside in the freezing cold with them.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

I can compete about anything

Good news for us (and many of our friends)! 2009 has turned out to be the year that our friends get engaged. FINALLY!!! Now it's on to bridesmaid competition time. I'm off to needle John to reignite some of his friendships that have cooled off. I MUST WIN AT BRIDESMAIDING!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Dangerous indeed

Since my classes for the semester are almost over, I've been spending a few afternoons watching the daughter of friends of ours. Her name is Izzy and she's 3 1/2 and she is a spitfire. We have an awesome time together. She has no fears and last week was over at our house and played with Snakie. Izzy was so good! She wasn't intimidated at all and took quickly to petting him and being totally cool with him. In fact, she told me that "All the snakes like her." Photographic proof is above. We hung out again today and she had a toy to show me: her own snake, named Snakie Snake. He is rubber. As we were driving to my house she was telling me how Snakie Snake is old (He can't walk or crawl, he is so old.), he is dangerous but nice, she likes him, she knows how to hold him, he is from Madagascar, and he doesn't eat anything. We were talking about how much I like Snakie Snake and she restated that he is dangerous. She told me that he will cut me. I thought I misheard her, so I asked, "Do you mean he will bite me?"
Izzy: "No, he will cut you."
Me: "Hmm, snakes don't have arms. What will he cut me with?"
Izzy: "He is dangerous. He will cut you with a knife!"
She was so dramatic as she said it, I laughed so hard that she asked me if I was crying. Her manner of speaking was more like, "He will cut you...WITH A KNIFE!!!"

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

A dog's life

Most of the time I'm envious of my dog. Yes, he has a shorter life span and can't see the tops of the counters and has no food variety, but he gets to do nothing all day long, except for the when he is at doggie daycare, where we pay for him to play with other dogs. He sleeps on our bed. All of his needs and most of his wants are taken care of and he has no responsibilities. HOWEVER, it is pouring rain outside and at some point I will have to take him outside so he can pee. Working sucks. Worrying sucks. However, peeing in a warm, dry house trumps ALL of that. Take that, dog!

Sunday, December 6, 2009


ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!