Friday, October 30, 2009

Just That Kind of Friend

Tonight Chris and I had some of our good friends (Becca and Jarod) over for dinner and a movie. Before the evening festivities, Becca and I had a good heart to heart conversation (via text) about our friendship...

Becca: "FYI, I am not dressing up, I hope you are not ashamed to be my friend."

Ginny: "FYI, my house is dirty, hope you are not ashamed to be my friend. Oh, and I have paint in my hair that I'm not going to wash out."

Becca: "Thank you, I hate trying to have pretenses of perfection in friendship."

Friday, October 16, 2009

Construction Cones & Hotdogs

I almost didn't write tonight. Sometimes I want to blog about something, but I can't type as fast as I think, and I get frustrated at this predicament, so I would just assume not... but I decided to overcome this issue tonight, even though by the time you're done reading this, you may either 1) start to reconsider our friendship, or, 2) have me committed.

Friday morning approximately 4:40 in the Ante Meridiem, Chris comes in the room and says he has to take my car to work*, because his isn't starting. [*Hawker Beech has Chris' line on overtime; 10 hours days M-F + 8hr Saturdays, which means he leaves the house at about 4:20a]. As I'm trying to wake from my blissful sleep into the real world, I suggest that I take him to work so I'm not stuck at home all day. In my groggy state, I attempt to get presentable, trying to figure out which pieces of clothing are non-negotiables when leaving the house, and deciding to leave the bird and her nest in my hair... and off we go. The ride there was pretty uneventful, but on the way back I concluded that there are 3 reasons why I should not be awake and/or functioning before the sun is up.

Reason #1 - for some strange reason my stomach gets cranky when I wake it up too early. Not raging mad, but it just says "hey, you woke me up too early, and I'm not real happy 'bout that, so I'm just going to make you feel weird and icky". This is something that has always happened... and I don't know what to do to fix this issue.

Reason #2 - construction zones do not mix well with a "got woke up too early" Ginny and dark streets. Around Central and Hillside there is road construction and you merge from 4 lane traffic to 2-lane (if you're going west, you merge left into the center lane of the east-bounders... this is making perfect sense right? good). I didn't really notice this merge so I continue on into the (what I now know to be) "construction" part of the road... the whole time there were mental "red flags" that I didn't really pick up on. Case in point. There were two random construction cones kind of off to the right, and I though "oh, I need to go in between those, because that's what you do in construction zones, you go in between the cones", so I did. Then I saw another two kind of in the middle, so I go between those. I do this about four times, and drive over two heaping piles of black top before I realize that I'm probably not where I should be. At about this time, I see where I'm suppose to be on the road and get safely over. No construction cones were harmed in the making of this fool.

Reason #3 - the one and only thing I could think of on the way home (besides hoping that no one noticed my off-roading adventure) was how delicious a hot dog sounded. I wanted one. Bad. Real bad. I could feel the fluffy bun in my mouth and could taste the warm cow (or is it pig?), and I was salivating. I'm not one who usually goes for hot dogs, but this morning if you were to have put a prime rib, a big bowl of ice cream, and a hot dog in front of me... well... I think you can assume the outcome.

In the end I remedied all of these problems by coming home and sleeping for another three hours, woke up with a happy stomach, and no desire whatsoever for a hot dog.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

"Are You Kidding Me?!"

Last Thursday and Friday I got to watch the two cutest nieces in the world :) Megan had to work a seminar-thingy, so her parents dropped Ava and Ellie at our house around 7:30, the girls went to bed about 8:30, so we didn't have time to start any adventures besides making a fort. Fort-making is my all-time favorite thing to do, and I'm pretty sure Ava didn't really care about the building process, but she liked getting in after construction was complete :) I slept with one eye open, waking every once in a while thinking "was that Ellie making noise?" I guess a small glimpse of motherhood? :) Friday, when the girls woke up, we all got in my bed and watched some cartoons and played for a bit before I went in to start some pancakes (Mickey Mouse style).
I guess I waited a little long because the bottomless pit we like to call Ellie was literally shaking she was so excited about the food. And I'm pretty sure she ate more than Ava and me put together... talk about the perfect metabolism to bottle and sell! My wonderful mom came over so I could shower. I kind of felt like a failure since I didn't get up before the girls and get ready for the day, but mom reminded me that I didn't grow into having two kids over 3 years, and that's why they arrive immobile and (usually) one at a time. Moving right along... the number one phrase I heard all day from Miss A was "are you KIDDING me!?", I die everytime she says that :) We went to Sedgwick County Park, and when we arrived, Ava in her most ecstatic voice says "oh my goodness! you made it to the park!! You're going to get a sticker when you get back to my house."
Here are a few thing I was reminded of throughout the day:
1. one-year olds will put ANYthing in their mouth
2. one-year olds are quick... and will eat dogfood if you take your eyes off them for 1.7 seconds
3. chocolate animal cookies might be the greatest snack ever
4. you can get a three year old excited about anything if you use the word "special"