Last night I fell asleep before 10 PM on the couch, hubby woke me up a little before 11 PM and sent me to bed. I thought it had to be around 1 or 2, but nope, 10:51 PM on the alarm clock beside the bed. I set the alarm and went back to sleep.
This wrist thing is really starting to bother me.
So, last week was pretty bad for me. I didn’t keep track but I am sure I could have claimed the loser badge. If so I will claim it soon ;OP
My life has been caught up in reading this week. I have truly enjoyed reading the Twilight Series. It is the one thing that I can do that doesn’t seem to bother my wrist much. I am nearly done with the 4th book, as annoyed as that makes Giggles. Apparently I read at some super human rate. She gets peeved that I blast through these books in what seems like no time at all. I never really realized that I read so quickly until I started living with other people who I thought were just really slow readers. I should have figured out that I was the freak in the bunch.
Just an observation. Listening to 98.5 WNCX the other day and there was a commercial on discouraging texting while driving. Now I am all about safety and driving but this particular commercial cracked me up.
Last week my girlfriend and I went out for lunch at Harry Buffalo’s. We both had errands to do at the mall and with my hand casted it was easier to go out than to try to fix myself something here. The lunch itself was great. The service was a bit slow, but overall I was satisfied. We got our respective bills and took out our respective credit cards and paid the bills and we left.
Am I? Probably not. But, because I do love my twitter friends so I decided to play along. Will I get the coveted badge for this week? We shall see, but I would be more impressed if I did the worst and got a special badge for that instead. ;OP
Lately I have been wondering a lot about this Mommy Gig thing that I let myself get into over 14 years ago. Yes I said to those very observant folks who realize Giggles in not yet 14. I am totally counting that pregnancy where I barfed for over 7 months and had a horrible case of sciatica, the kidney problems and many trips to the hospital. The pregnancy that stole the last bit of my youth away from me to give me a person who needed me and who wouldn’t let me be a teenager anymore.
Ever since the girls were big enough to pick up their things we have had some sort of reward/chore chart. When they were around three or so it was for stickers and gummies but as they got older the stakes went up as well. When Giggles was 5 I created a chart with all the household chores on it, and boxes for each day of the week next to the chore. She could chose whichever chore she wanted and when it was completed she would check off the box that would correspond with the chore and day. At the end of each week we would give her a dime for each check mark she had on her chart. (Yes I know we were working her like a little sweat shop worker, but she loved those dimes darn it!) She would save up her dimes in her “special place” I think it was a coffee pot in her kitchen set, but I can’t quite remember and she would never spend them. Most children get money and it burns a hole in their pocket, but not Giggles she will hold on to the cash for dear life. I remember when it was too many dimes to handle and I tried to change her out to bills. She flipped out on me thinking I was stealing her money.
The other night at Bunco, several women were talking about French Lick, Indiana.
One of the women asked me if I’d ever been to French Lick. I shrugged and coyly said that I’d never heard of it. “Oh? You’ve never heard of it,” she questioned. “Well it’s a blah, blah, blah, blah, blah place…” I wasn’t really listening to the last part because I was thinking to myself, “Is it weird that I don’t know about French Lick, Indiana?”
The thing is, though, is that maybe I have heard of it. I mean, I’ve HEARD of Hartford, Connecticut and El Paso, Texas and Istanbul, but they don’t have any special meaning for me. The next day at lunch I asked Tate if he’d ever heard of French Lick, Indiana. I whispered it quietly across the table of the semi-crowded restaurant because I sensed that NOT knowing about this place was like standing up and shouting “I HATE NOTRE DAME, PURDUE, AND the HOOSIERS.” (I don’t, by the way.)
Tate gave me a most exasperated sigh and shook his head. “It’s where Larry Bird was born.” [imagine that he was looking at me like, YOU NUMBNUT] “French Lick, Indiana?,” he said as if repeating the words French Lick, Indiana would now somehow magically make it all click in my brain.
“Why would I care about where Larry Bird was born?” I asked truly wondering why in fact I WOULD care about a 1980′s Boston Celtics, short-shorts wearing basketball player.
“It matters. We live in Indiana now, Jennifer. Basketball MATTERS,” Tate explained. And that was the end of the discussion. At least for he and I anyway. Now I’d like to include all of you in on the talks.
I have since googled French Lick, Indiana and learned that it is a resort area, but it’s also “known” (I use the term verrrrry loosely) for being Larry Bird’s birthplace . However, I’m still befuddled. Is it weird that I don’t know much, okay ANYTHING, about French Lick, Indiana? Did everyone except me take a class titled, “The Low Down On French Lick…Everything You Must Know to Have a Fulfilled Life?”