A Terrible, Terrible Tragedy

Sunday afternoon I fell out of my house.

Yes. I fell out of my house.

With my laptop in hand.

And now my poor little Mac is fubared.

I am probably going to have to replace the entire screen.

I cannot even begin to tell you how pissed off I am.

Not only are all my pictures and, well, the rest of my life on that computer, I am now stuck using my husband's crappy PC laptop until I can get my gorgeous machine fixed.

I mean, who even buys PCs these days? Really.

I might have to take a little hiatus from this place. (Again. Ugh.)

I could download all my editing software onto this computer and upload all my pictures and try to figure out how this bass ackwards machine works but.....just thinking about all that work makes me want to cry.

Looking at my poor broken Mac makes me cry, too.

Please send healing thoughts. A please pray for cheap repairs.

Sniff....Sniff....

(Do you see how terrible this PC is? It doesn't even post properly.)

One Whole Year

I tried to ignore it.

I thought if I don't even acknowledge it, maybe it will just go away.

Not so.

It happened anyway.

This morning I woke up with a one year old.

Send wine and tissues, please.

Lots.

This, That and the Other Thing

I'm still alive.

Life is moving along.

Ryan was away all of last week and I was Debbie Downer every minute of it. Last week SUCKED. This girl did not put on her big girl panties. At all. All three of us were just six days of tantrums. Blech.

Ryan was away for the night two Thursdays ago, I left Friday evening for the long weekend, came back Monday afternoon, Ryan left about an hour later and was gone until Sunday at noon. I hadn't slept beside him for 11 days and hadn't seen him for more than 3 hours.

I can't handle that, man.

I shouldn't complain, I know. But I love the guy. And I really like spending time with him.

Awwww....

As I mentioned, I went away for the long weekend. A few ladies and I spent 3 glorious days hanging out at a cabin on the lake.

Bliss.

That place makes me want to quit my life and just lay by the lake reading in the sunshine.

Big milestone coming up this week.

But I can't talk about it. I'll get weepy.

Kadyn started preschool again today.

The obligatory First Day pictures:

He's two months too young to start kindergarten.

Two months.

At least it gives me another year to prepare.

So Graysen and I were walking home after dropping Kadyn off today and I saw two kids (High School age. Probably tenth graders given their stupidity) take a bunch of cardboard boxes out of the recycle bin and hope on their bikes over to the skate park. As few minutes later, as I am walking past the skate park, I see a fire. Those two kids took the boxes over to the far side of the skate park and lit them on fire.

And everybody is just going about their business. The kids who started the fire are hanging out. Everyone else is skating or biking or hanging out. About 100 feet away (I'm a poor judge of distance, by the way) a gym class is playing baseball. Apparently the teacher cannot see the fire. I'm not sure how since, when I looked back from the other side of the field, the flames were reaching four feet.

Everybody is still just hanging out.

So I called the cops.

I'm sooo old and sooo uncool, right?

Pfft!

Kids setting fires - behind the building I JUST dropped my child off at - is kind of a big deal.

I don't know what happened but fire trucks were there before I hung up the phone.

I hope they got tickets.

Smarten up, dumbass!

Also!!

Thanks to Gap Canada, Ryan and I are hitting the town for movie night! I won passes on Twitter for an advanced screening of Drive (EEK!!) tomorrow night.

Yay!!

Conversations With Kadyn...

This is from a while ago. I wrote it down and it got lost in the shuffle. I'm posting it now because it still makes me giggle.

Kadyn, Graysen and I were cuddling on the couch, watching TV one morning. It was close to Graysen's nap time and he was letting me know by screaming and fussing.

I got up to make Graysen his bottle. As I am entering the kitchen, I hear Kadyn. " I am SO SICK of this! I am so sick of this! I am so sick of this!"

I turn to look at him and he's sitting on the couch, head in his hands, shaking his head.

(You have got to be kidding me.)

So I say, "Sick of what?"

And he replies, "Sick of you not cuddling with me. I am canceling the cuddle huddle." Then he looks straight at me, "CANCELING. THE. CUDDLE. HUDDLE."

He sits down on the couch in a huff.

"Oh, ok." I turn and walk into the kitchen.

Kadyn jumps off the couch and runs after me crying, "Noooooooooo!!! I'm not canceling it! I'M NOT CANCELING IT!!!"

He throws his arms around my legs, looks at me with big, puppy dog eyes and whimpers, "Mama, will you and Graysen please come cuddle with me?"

"I need to make Graysen a bottle and then, yes, we will cuddle with you."

"Ok," he sniffles.

*****

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