Friday, October 08, 2010

Little Heads on My Shoulder

I miss when my boys were so small I could pick them up and they'd rest their little heads on my shoulder in a hug or to sleep.

They are sleeping now and I just want to wake them up and steal a few more moments with them I'll never get back. Feel like every morning they wake up an inch bigger and 10x smarter.

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

Describe Your Ex

In One Word:

mean spiriteD
self absorBed
self riGhteous

Cruising the web this morning

I've been poking around the web this morning and in 15 minutes have seen:

a police officer knife hand strike a pimp (i'm signing up for martial arts cause that was just cool)
a small dog pee on a bride at her wedding (who let the dogs out?)
a hot foreign girl in pig tails teach me how to do a painful looking one legged squat (she got my attention, but i'm still eating a donut in my sweatpants)
10 tips for using twitter for business (novel)
random toothpaste for dinner comics (that were a waste of time)
a group of lions attack a "trainer" who was poking them at a circus (he deserved it, honestly)
a guy cop a cheap feel on a girl's chest at a soccer game (i couldn't tell it was a girl so perhaps neither could he. i'll give him the benefit of the doubt)

Words That Make Me Laugh

My coworker Joey and I have a giggle habit of laughing at anything that might also entertain a 9 year old boy (coincidence that I HAVE a 9 year old boy? I think not.). Only way these words are funnier than standing alone is when they are used during a normal, serious conversation, like a client meeting. The quieter we're supposed to be, the funnier they seem. I know there are more....but its 1:45am on a Tuesday.

Poop (heavy emphasis on the "oo" sound)
Stoo-pit (as said by Nicole Portman)
do do (especially as said in a meeting "Yes, when we do do that tomorrow.......")
Balls (funniest all by themselves)
Duties (singular "duty" is equally as effective)

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Happy Anniversary VLG

This is what we do at work when we're bored (not really) and are influenced by Shiner Bock (just a little).
Its our 5th year anniversary (it really is) and for times like these we thought it was worth a mention (or something).

Gimme Knucks

Powered By Red Curry (with Chicken)

I haven't had thai red curry with chicken in 4 days and I'm feeling like anything else I eat is just water in the tank. Putter.
Have become a bit of a red curry snob and I must say these two are my favorites around the Plano/Richardson, TX area:

Sawadika at Campbell near 75
Noodles Ave. on Park in West Plano

Though this does not help me when I have a hankerin' closer to home. Wylie/Sachse/Murphy is in need of a Thai restaurant. Spread the word. We're Thai friendly in these parts.

Extra comments: 

Steer clear of Mango at Park and Preston in Plano and the nameless Thai restaurant in the La Madeline shopping center in Addison. Both very yucky. That's a fancy culinary term for gross.

Monday, October 04, 2010

They're Already Gone

 Why do I feel like my 5 year old is already grown and gone? Why do I feel like my 9 year old won't see me as the only woman in his life very soon?

I just checked on them as they slept and stared at each of them for a few moments, thinking to myself how sweet and smart and precious they both are. I am not a mom who uses the word "precious", but well, they are and I realize that and my time with them is so short.

I wish they knew how much I adored them. How much I would do for them even though I am constantly trying to get them to do for themselves; its only because I love them. Because I want them to grow up independent, able to make decisions and care for themselves and the families they will soon provide for.

I do fear they will grow up with memories of me getting angry and yes, I've said a "bad word" in front of them a time or two, but I hope those memories won't dominate their childhood flashbacks when they recount their time with me to their future wives and friends. I have had moments of anger, but I am trying to look at my babies with my own memories of when they were first born and I held them in my arms as though nothing would ever hurt them or cause them pain.

They are great kids and I suppose some of that could be my doing, but I do realize they are wonderful individuals, and they, like me, will make mistakes. Their accidents are mistakes. My anger is not. I promise today to never get upset over spilled milk, dirty underwear and tiny handprints on the walls again.

Jake and Harrison. Your Mama loves you so much.