Friday, May 3, 2013

Black belt in idiot

Since The Things are with Grammy on the farm this weekend, Friday it was just me and Princess Boo Boo. As always, I had an ever growing list of shit to do, but I decided to take the day "off".

We started our afternoon at the Fish Farm (www.fwfarms.com/fun-at-the-farm/), and that's always a great time :) Princess LOVES petting the sturgeon, frogs and turtles. Well, all the kids do. Then we stopped by the auto parts store to pick up something for Hubby Face.

Next stop was Rockin' Robin Diner (www.urbanspoon.com/r/123/891254/restaurant/Dayton/Rockin-Robin-Diner-Urbana) for dinner. They gave Princess markers to play with while we waited for food. She wanted tattoos. So I drew stars and hearts all over her arms. And she drew worms all over mine. I told our waitress, "I'm either the best babysitter ever, or the worst, I guess we'll find out tonight when her parents pick her up!".

For dessert we went to Schuler's Bakery (www.facebook.com/pages/Schulers-Bakery-Inc/401653426524710). I've been going to their London location for the last year, I am equal parts excited and depressed that there is now one 15 minutes from my house. Princess helped me pick out a couple Cars cup cakes, Tinkerbell and Dora cookies, and some doughnuts for Hubby Face.

Now, the bakery's parking lot is very small and very busy. And seeing as I only had Princess and her car seat in my car, I climbed in the back with her so I could buckle her in. I waited for the car next to me to pull out, another to pull in, and those folks to walk inside before I got out.

Or tried to get out.

I forgot the child locks were turned on. I was locked in my own damn car. After laughing for a minute or so at my own stupidity, I started knocking on my window as a little old lady passed by. She was quite startled, and not quite sure she wanted anything to do with me. After I convinced her to open my door I explained what happened and she laughed so hard she dropped her doughnuts.

And that's how I earned my black belt.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The last thing we expected.....

When I was 19 I miscarried at 7 1/2 weeks. I lost another pregnancy about six months later at 9 1/2 weeks. Then again after my 21st birthday at 11 weeks. The last was by far the hardest and left me emotionally broken. So when I found out I was pregnant again at 24 I refused to get my hopes up until we saw a heartbeat.

I demanded an ultrasound before Christmas, since the time before I found out right after Christmas and had received baby items, but no baby. My doctor was able to work us in the day before Christmas Eve, the last appointment of the day. I took in a plate of cookies to show my gratitude (which became a tradition throughout my pregnancy).

I was an emotional wreck. When I got up on the table I was shaking. Not more than a few seconds into the ultrasound my doctor said "I'll be damned!"

My heart stopped.

"It's unprecedented that we have two sets of twins in one week, let alone two sets in one day, back to back!" I couldn't wrap my mind around what he was telling us. I managed to mutter "Wh-what?"

"The couple before you found out they were having twins. And so are you!" He pointed out the two little heart beats on the screen. I was still having trouble absorbing this information. I knew logically it wasn't possible, but I kept thinking "there must be a mistake, maybe he accidentally hit 'replay' on the last ultrasound." I had never seen one heartbeat on an ultrasound, and now I was looking at two!!!

I'm very glad Hubby Face had been sitting down, because I am certain he would have fainted otherwise. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head and he went pale. After a few seconds of silence he raised his hand. The doctor laughed and said "yes?". My husband took a deep breath and asked "They aren't stuck together, are they?" The doctor and I both laughed and he assured us that they were fraternal, so they each had ther own sac and nothing was shared.

I will never forget that night. I had never felt so much joy and fear in the same moment. Almost four and a half years later The Things are healthy, intelligent, and beautiful. I couldn't ask for more! (Except maybe a nap....)

Monday, April 22, 2013

Dear Sour Puss behind the bar.....

Saturday night Hubby face, Salty, Uncle Dbag, and I went out on a double date. We saw a movie, then went out to eat. Sort of.

We went to http://www.oldcanalsmokehouse.com/index.htm . It's BEAUTIFUL! The brick and wood work was truly stunning. We got there at 9:53pm. They close at 11. But as we were walking in we were told that the kitchen was already closing, to order fast. When I asked what was easiest for them to make, Chris the very pleasant server, told us the pulled pork sandwich. So that's what we all got. No mac and cheese because the oven was already off. So we got chips and salads. And everything was delicious! Especially their homemade bbq. Sweet and spicy was awesome!

But the whole time we were sitting there the grumpy old lady behind the bar was giving us the stink eye. It made the dinner very awkward. I mean, we would have spent A LOT of money there had we been given the chance. Hubby Face and I don't get to go out much without The Things. And hell, we'd driven two hours to get there!

So after scarfing our food down as fast as we could, under the very stinky eye of the bartender, I decided to write her a note:

Dear Sour Puss behind the Bar,
       You shouldn't mean mug the people who pay you.
Especially when you don't close for another hour. You
never know who is a famous blogger.
Sincerely,
         MGM

The humor in this lies in the fact that I don't have a single blog follower. Not a damn one.

 As we were leaving I looked back behind me to see Chris reading my note to the Sour Puss. I couldn't help but laugh. He seemed oh too pleased to let her know how we felt. I imagine her sitting in bed that night, unable to sleep, thinking "That fat bitch called me a sour puss! I'm not a fuckin' sour puss..... Honey, do you think I'm a sour puss?!". We all laughed the entire way home about me inferring I'm a famous blogger. Dbag said "I bet she's in there Googling MGM right now." Even though dinner wasn't exactly what we had in mind, it made for some good entertainment!

So, in short, I'm by no means telling anyone not to go to Old Canal Smoke House. Quite the opposite, actually. The building is gorgeous! The food was awesome! And our server, Chris, was great! Just make sure you get there by 9pm. And if you see Sour Puss tell her MGM sent you, and that I say 'Hi!'.

Monday, March 11, 2013

By Joe, I think we're on to something!

Today I woke Hubby Face up by being naked in bed when his alarm went off. I am sure you can imagine what that led to ;)

Because we're trying for Thing 3, I laid down for a little bit after our romp, and again, I am sure you can imagine what that led to ;)

After Hubby Face woke me up an hour and a half later, I noticed that he had loaded the dishwasher (for the first time since we moved into our house, five years ago next month), taken the trash out, and fed Things 1 and 2 lunch. It was like waking up in the Twighlight Zone.

Hot damn, I believe I'll try this new wake up method more often!

I feel like a monkey with a math problem....

I'm old(ish), I don't do well with technology. So, to be honest with you, it's gonna take me a while to *get* this blog thing. But I'm gonna try. Here's to looking like an idiot for all the internet to see!