We are leaving for Disneyland in less than 2 hours!! All our stuff is packed up and sitting by the door. And even though it is an overwhelming amount of stuff, (two full size suitcases, cooler, tote filled with food, three full backpacks, dvd player, movies, camera bag, DS bag, and various odds and ends like a Mickey Ears Hat and a pair of shoes) it's the least we've ever taken. This is the first year we are not taking a stroller. Which will really change the experience. It will give us better manuverability but less storage space. So that will be interesting. We'll see how that goes. I'm worried about Connor getting tired of walking but in reality he has the most energy out of all of us.
We are very excited. I can't believe we are going to be in Disneyland for dinner! wohoo! We got a super nice hotel this time. We are becoming quite the hotel snobs. It's a two bedroom apartment that is walking distance to Disney. I can't wait! It's going to be so nice.
Oh by the way, I found out what was going on at the Idiot's house the other day. The police log said "theft of business". So there you go...
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Scaredy Cat
So my friend and I started running. Her idea of course, because I would never suggest turning our quiet, fun, stress reducing walks into heart pounding, sweat inducing, lung burning torture. That really doesn't sound like me.
Anyways, so we have been adding some running into our nightly walks around the block. It's actually kinda fun. I like the challenge. I'm surprising myself. I've never been one to try to push myself physically. I'm more the type to see how many hours I can sleep in a row.
There is this one long stretch that has no street lights and it happens to be right along the water retention area. This is where we have chosen to do our running. Last night we were doing our thing... running. And about 10 steps in I see this shadow go past us down in the water retention. It scared me. I kept my eye on it and wondered if I was too tired to run away if I needed to. I never actually saw anyone, just a dark shapeless shadow that flashed by.
My creep-outedness wasn't helped by the fact that there was a group of kids on a trampoline at the end of the street screaming like they were being murdered.
I kept a close eye on this scary spot on the next time around. Again, it chased us. Oh freaky... what is that?
Finally on the third time around I saw it... it wasn't a shapeless blob. It was shaped like a person... a person running.
Oh... it's me! It's my shadow! Dur.
Anyways, so we have been adding some running into our nightly walks around the block. It's actually kinda fun. I like the challenge. I'm surprising myself. I've never been one to try to push myself physically. I'm more the type to see how many hours I can sleep in a row.
There is this one long stretch that has no street lights and it happens to be right along the water retention area. This is where we have chosen to do our running. Last night we were doing our thing... running. And about 10 steps in I see this shadow go past us down in the water retention. It scared me. I kept my eye on it and wondered if I was too tired to run away if I needed to. I never actually saw anyone, just a dark shapeless shadow that flashed by.
My creep-outedness wasn't helped by the fact that there was a group of kids on a trampoline at the end of the street screaming like they were being murdered.
I kept a close eye on this scary spot on the next time around. Again, it chased us. Oh freaky... what is that?
Finally on the third time around I saw it... it wasn't a shapeless blob. It was shaped like a person... a person running.
Oh... it's me! It's my shadow! Dur.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
The love of a 4 year old boy
Me: "Do you love me more than this house filled with love?"
Connor: "No"
"Do you love Daddy more than this house filled with love?"
"Yes."
"Do you love me more than the kitchen filled with love?"
"No."
"A cabinet?"
"No."
"The microwave?"
"No."
"A spoon?"
"No."
"Not even a spoon filled with love?"
"No. Toilet paper."
"You love me a toilet paper roll filled with love?"
"Yes. And I'll wipe my booty with it."
Connor: "No"
"Do you love Daddy more than this house filled with love?"
"Yes."
"Do you love me more than the kitchen filled with love?"
"No."
"A cabinet?"
"No."
"The microwave?"
"No."
"A spoon?"
"No."
"Not even a spoon filled with love?"
"No. Toilet paper."
"You love me a toilet paper roll filled with love?"
"Yes. And I'll wipe my booty with it."
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The Idiots
We had some neighborhood drama today. When I came down this morning Larry asked me if I thought he should call the cops on the idiots. He said that two of them slept in a minivan parked across the street from our house and that when he came in from the walk with Red this morning there was a computer monitor and half a bottle of vodka sitting next to our trash can. He went over to one of the idiots and asked them to please move it. Which they did.
Then he watched them take quite a bit of interest in my van, not coming into the driveway but trying to see in the windows. Then he walked over to Larry's car and tried the door handles. But they were locked and he didn't force it. Then him and another guy left on foot.
Idiot boy (King of the Idiots) came out with two girls. One drove away in the minivan the guys had slept in and the other drove away in another car.
So we let it go. Odd, but nothing worth calling the cops over.
So like an hour later we are getting ready to leave and notice that there is a cop car over there. Then Larry was really wishing he had just called the cops cause obviously someone else did. But we were leaving and didn't feel like waiting around, so we just left. Larry decided to call the cops when we got back and tell them what he knew and if they wanted to come back and talk to us fine. If not, fine.
Well when we got back an hour and a half later the cops were STILL there, along with a van that said Forensic Crime Scene Unit. Everyone who lives in the house was outside and the front door was open along with all four doors of one of their cars.
Interesting!
We were rubber necking out of our windows for a good couple of hours. But we weren't able to figure out what was going on. Towards the end they took all of Idiot Boy's clothes which was pretty funny. He was standing outside in nothing but his boxers. Barefoot and everything.
So we have no clue what happened. It seems like maybe they broke into some houses? Seemed like maybe the cops had a search warrant, but then why take the clothing? I don't know... if I find anything out I will let you know.
Then he watched them take quite a bit of interest in my van, not coming into the driveway but trying to see in the windows. Then he walked over to Larry's car and tried the door handles. But they were locked and he didn't force it. Then him and another guy left on foot.
Idiot boy (King of the Idiots) came out with two girls. One drove away in the minivan the guys had slept in and the other drove away in another car.
So we let it go. Odd, but nothing worth calling the cops over.
So like an hour later we are getting ready to leave and notice that there is a cop car over there. Then Larry was really wishing he had just called the cops cause obviously someone else did. But we were leaving and didn't feel like waiting around, so we just left. Larry decided to call the cops when we got back and tell them what he knew and if they wanted to come back and talk to us fine. If not, fine.
Well when we got back an hour and a half later the cops were STILL there, along with a van that said Forensic Crime Scene Unit. Everyone who lives in the house was outside and the front door was open along with all four doors of one of their cars.
Interesting!
We were rubber necking out of our windows for a good couple of hours. But we weren't able to figure out what was going on. Towards the end they took all of Idiot Boy's clothes which was pretty funny. He was standing outside in nothing but his boxers. Barefoot and everything.
So we have no clue what happened. It seems like maybe they broke into some houses? Seemed like maybe the cops had a search warrant, but then why take the clothing? I don't know... if I find anything out I will let you know.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Smokey G
Have I ever told you about Smokey G? She is the grandmother of one of the kids at the bus stop. She only has one eye (true story) and she is severly asthmatic. So she has an eye patch and walks with tiny little steps everywhere she goes cause she if she goes too fast she has an asthma attack. She is also pretty hard of hearing which took me a while to figure out. But now I realize that is why she is a close talker and interrupts all the time.
You can be just standing there talking to someone "Oh, yesterday at Costco..." and then BAM! Smokey G is in your face all eye patch and coffee breath with a "You know what happened to me this morning..."
I call her Smokey G because despite having life threating asthma she still smokes and I often see her sitting on the front porch with a cigarette. I actually gave her that nickname before she ever started coming to the bus stop.
Ok, so Smokey G; the one eye'd, close talking, smoking asthmatic, is actually pretty funny if you talk to her. Or allow her to talk to you is more accurate since she can't hear anything you say anyways. She's had quite the life.
Anyways, I introduce you because there was an incident yesterday. I was at the bus stop picking up Maddy and my friend Kim and I were talking and the kids were having races in the water retention area. I was just hanging out since who is going to stop two chunky kids from running? NOT ME! So Kim and I are just chit chatting and this little girl comes up and says "My grandma is laying in the grass." I glance over to where the kids are playing and Smokey G is laying face down in the grass. So I go running over there while Kim gets her phone and follows.
I run up and say "Are you ok?"
No response. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.
I kneel down and put my hand on her shoulder "Kay! Are you ok?" She does have a real name, it's Kay.
This got her to look up at me. Phew. "I can't get up the hill."
"Is there anything you need?"
She didn't really answer. I think that she was having some confusion. She just kept telling me "I can't get up the hill. I shouldn't have come down here."
"Do you just need to rest?"
She nods.
"Ok, no problem. Just rest." But then she starts crawling up the hill.
"Is there something from your house that you need?" I'm thinking if you don't need medicine then just stop and lay there for a second and catch your breath. I'm assuming she must be trying to actually get to something.
"I have my breather in my pocket if I could just stand up." What the heck is a breather? But I dig around in the pocket of her sweatpants and find an inhaler.
This helped tremendously! She started coughing which I took as a good sign. Within a few mintues she was standing and we helped her get to the bench. But we still have to get her home. Luckily her son in law was home (she lives with them) and she used Kim's cell to call him to come pick her up.
While all this is going on there are like 15 other people around the park/ water retention area and not one person comes to see if she is ok. WTF?
You can be just standing there talking to someone "Oh, yesterday at Costco..." and then BAM! Smokey G is in your face all eye patch and coffee breath with a "You know what happened to me this morning..."
I call her Smokey G because despite having life threating asthma she still smokes and I often see her sitting on the front porch with a cigarette. I actually gave her that nickname before she ever started coming to the bus stop.
Ok, so Smokey G; the one eye'd, close talking, smoking asthmatic, is actually pretty funny if you talk to her. Or allow her to talk to you is more accurate since she can't hear anything you say anyways. She's had quite the life.
Anyways, I introduce you because there was an incident yesterday. I was at the bus stop picking up Maddy and my friend Kim and I were talking and the kids were having races in the water retention area. I was just hanging out since who is going to stop two chunky kids from running? NOT ME! So Kim and I are just chit chatting and this little girl comes up and says "My grandma is laying in the grass." I glance over to where the kids are playing and Smokey G is laying face down in the grass. So I go running over there while Kim gets her phone and follows.
I run up and say "Are you ok?"
No response. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.
I kneel down and put my hand on her shoulder "Kay! Are you ok?" She does have a real name, it's Kay.
This got her to look up at me. Phew. "I can't get up the hill."
"Is there anything you need?"
She didn't really answer. I think that she was having some confusion. She just kept telling me "I can't get up the hill. I shouldn't have come down here."
"Do you just need to rest?"
She nods.
"Ok, no problem. Just rest." But then she starts crawling up the hill.
"Is there something from your house that you need?" I'm thinking if you don't need medicine then just stop and lay there for a second and catch your breath. I'm assuming she must be trying to actually get to something.
"I have my breather in my pocket if I could just stand up." What the heck is a breather? But I dig around in the pocket of her sweatpants and find an inhaler.
This helped tremendously! She started coughing which I took as a good sign. Within a few mintues she was standing and we helped her get to the bench. But we still have to get her home. Luckily her son in law was home (she lives with them) and she used Kim's cell to call him to come pick her up.
While all this is going on there are like 15 other people around the park/ water retention area and not one person comes to see if she is ok. WTF?
Monday, January 3, 2011
Back to reality
Here we go. Did the normal morning routine today for the first time in quite a while.
7:00 sharp. Connor bouncing into bed with me. Cozy cuddles. Then I sent him in to Maddy's room to make sure she was up. They got in a big fight about her calendar (I don't know) and he climbed back into bed with me crying. Which I have to confess, I didn't mind because he let me snuggle him and rub my cheek on his fuzzy head which he normally doesn't let me do.
7:15 I sent him to get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast while I got changed.
7:30 Slam a protein shake and find out what all the ruckus was over a calendar. Turns out Connor wanted to look at the pictures while saying the names of the Month. And Maddy wanted to look at the pictures while saying the name of the fluffy baby animal. This "argument" ended with a door being slammed so hard that a picutre fell off the wall.
7:40 Walk dog. During which Connor and I had a confusing discussion about what letter is the middle of the word "done".
Completely out of the blue he said "I know what is the middle of done."
"Oh yeah? What?"
"you"
"I'm in the middle of done?"
"No, you is in the middle of done"
"I'm in the middle of done?"
"UGGGGG No! You is in the middle of done! D. U. N. Done!"
"Ohhhhh..... done. It's D.O.N.E."
"D.O.N.E? Done"
7:50 Off to the bus stop. The bus stop was fun cause no one has seen each other in two weeks. All the kids played nice and I don't know... it was nice to be back in the swing of things.
Now I'm sitting here waiting for Costco to open. I'm trying to cook dinner on a regular basis again since I'm not in school anymore. My plan today is to make some chicken crock pot dinner thing. I have to get it into the crock pot by noon. Which I have to get some chicken to make that happen. I wish Costco opened at 9:00. That would make my life easier.
Then work at 2:00 and hopefully home by 5:00. 6:00 at the latest, hopefully. But either way I will have a hot dinner on the table at 5:00 for my man. (Stop laughing)
And overall I feel very relieved that I don't have school tonight. I know classes ended like 3 weeks ago but life has been totally crazy since then and I haven't had a chance for it to really sink in. Now that we are back to real life here I'm starting to realize... I'm out of school! Wohoo!
7:00 sharp. Connor bouncing into bed with me. Cozy cuddles. Then I sent him in to Maddy's room to make sure she was up. They got in a big fight about her calendar (I don't know) and he climbed back into bed with me crying. Which I have to confess, I didn't mind because he let me snuggle him and rub my cheek on his fuzzy head which he normally doesn't let me do.
7:15 I sent him to get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast while I got changed.
7:30 Slam a protein shake and find out what all the ruckus was over a calendar. Turns out Connor wanted to look at the pictures while saying the names of the Month. And Maddy wanted to look at the pictures while saying the name of the fluffy baby animal. This "argument" ended with a door being slammed so hard that a picutre fell off the wall.
7:40 Walk dog. During which Connor and I had a confusing discussion about what letter is the middle of the word "done".
Completely out of the blue he said "I know what is the middle of done."
"Oh yeah? What?"
"you"
"I'm in the middle of done?"
"No, you is in the middle of done"
"I'm in the middle of done?"
"UGGGGG No! You is in the middle of done! D. U. N. Done!"
"Ohhhhh..... done. It's D.O.N.E."
"D.O.N.E? Done"
7:50 Off to the bus stop. The bus stop was fun cause no one has seen each other in two weeks. All the kids played nice and I don't know... it was nice to be back in the swing of things.
Now I'm sitting here waiting for Costco to open. I'm trying to cook dinner on a regular basis again since I'm not in school anymore. My plan today is to make some chicken crock pot dinner thing. I have to get it into the crock pot by noon. Which I have to get some chicken to make that happen. I wish Costco opened at 9:00. That would make my life easier.
Then work at 2:00 and hopefully home by 5:00. 6:00 at the latest, hopefully. But either way I will have a hot dinner on the table at 5:00 for my man. (Stop laughing)
And overall I feel very relieved that I don't have school tonight. I know classes ended like 3 weeks ago but life has been totally crazy since then and I haven't had a chance for it to really sink in. Now that we are back to real life here I'm starting to realize... I'm out of school! Wohoo!
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