WOBL in Training

*about this title I thought that was a cute play on words since apparently there are romance novels for NASCAR fans. I was like Seriously? so it was either that or Spies, Lies and Naked Thighs, but there was no spying in my weekend so there you go…

moving on to my early week:
Monday Jerry took the day off to recover from the massive amounts fermented beverages he consumed. Went to lunch with his best friend then went to hang out before going to see Iron Man, and then apparently hung out after as well. I, however went to work, came home with an extra four year old and did the mom thing until 8:30 when the extra four year old got picked up and Cammy decided it was a good time to LOSE HER MIND – and throw a fit which included screaming and kicking the walls while in her bed. This would have been a perfect time to present her to all those friends who can’t wait to have kids and see how they respond. Mine went something like:

Um. Can you say ‘HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND LITTLE WOMAN?’

I think she figured out I mean business. She apparently is under the impression that throwing a fit to get what she wants is gonna work for her, and i don’t know WHERE she got that idea. Shes still has days where she wants me to put Bri back where she came from and pay attention to HER. That was the spring board for the tantrum. She wanted me to stop feeding Bri to put her to bed. But the routine is pretty basic, I feed Bri while she changes into PJ’s and brushes her teeth, and picks out a story. Bri goes to sleep I come and read to her. She was not having the ten minute cushion between finishing all of her night time stuff and Bri going to sleep. SHe tends to be extra tantrum filled after hanging out with her little friend, who is a good kid, but does melt into screaming crying fits when she doesn’t get her way. She was better about that than I expected while they played but definately melted down when it was time to go. Possibly thats a compliment coming from a four year old. Needless to say Monday was a long day.

And the rest of the week, looks like its pretty well full up too. Tuesday I had the little boys (ages 13 and 9) from next door over for dinner as it was the nine year olds birthday and he asked and I said yes before I could even think to say no. They take good care of Cammy when she plays outside, I feel comfortable leaving her outside and watching from the window if they are out there with her, and sometimes just seem like they could use the extra attention. The thirteen year old was excited to see that Jerry has an XBOX and hte newest lastest mature rated game, which I let him play since he has like all the other games in the series. Seemed a little pointless to be all, “That game is for grown up mister! Now teach me how to shoot a rocket launcher before you go upstairs!”

Sigh.

NaNa came over had dinner with us, when she walked in I told her I was pregnant again and had a 9 year old and a thirteen year old. She said - ‘Man, that had to be painful for you.’ Did I mention that all weekend people kept asking me if I was pregnant? They heard we were expecting again. I wanted to be like, ‘I’d show you my IUD if I could.’
Bad transition, speaking of IUD’s I’m weaning Bri right now and does it seem odd that sex is SO much better when you don’t view your body as a vending machine? See I need a married friend I can say those types of things to and not freak them out.
Anyway NaNa brought Cammy some coloring boards, and markers, and sat with Bri while I cooked. Jerry left after dinner to hang with the fellas again for burger night and video games and promptly fell asleep on the couch at ‘Boras house. And now its Wedesday. I’m hoping we can set our next date night up soon I have a few places I want to try out. I like dating my husband its really really necessary for my sanity. Besides, I love dating him and I like him alot.

Best thing I have read today (sorry Dwight you got bumped)

Fatherhood is not unlike the Special Olympics. Sometimes you get a medal just for showing up - http://www.sweet-juniper.com Gotta love that guy

Last week did have a few bumps and bruises.

Pardon me if my transition into this is less than eloquent. My grandmothers best friend, my Aunt Lil, the woman I wanted to name Bria after – like straight up no middle names wanted her name to be Lillian – got a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer and was told 6 months hopefully. With exploratory surgery maybe two years. If things go the right way.

I thought Aunt Lil was awesome when I was a little girl. We went to her house a handful of times and I thought she reminded me of Lena Horne. I loved old movies and always thought she should have been in a few herself. She was always so warm and calm. And Her and my granny always had the BEST time together. I always wanted to have a friend like that (Hi Spoken) to hang with and grow old with.

And now her body is betraying her, and my grandmother. My granny is too much like me. We fight for those we love, bend over backwards, move mountains, or mole hills. We are do’ers. And when she told me it hung silent between us, ‘So, how do I fight for my friend?’ I don’t know grandma.

I want to tell my granny to go and live it out her – go on a trip, find a beach and lounge, do everything you would want to do with her now, while you can. If it were me and Spoken, I would make sure we went to the ‘bayo classic this year, and the Bahamas, and Disney World, and New York for a show, Kansas City for a strip steak, Chicago for a pizza, Philly for a cheese steak, Seattle for a coffee and some sushi. I would go somewhere every month until she couldn’t anymore. Maybe follow the Roots or Jill Scott on tour, anything, everything. And after that I would stay with her until she couldn’t stay with me anymore.

Sigh again.

Alrighty. Hopefully, I’ll have my computer back for the weekend and I can get some pictures up.