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Jan262012

Thursday 37 (Week 32)

 

  1. Pigeon and rabbit. In the same meal.
  2. Alexander, upon being told that since he's home sick from school and he needs to do something relaxing: "Like play video games? Because playing video games is relaxing for me."
  3. Donuts from Munster, Indiana from Rebecca and Barry. Wow. I hardly feel like I deserve this place in your hearts.
  4. Ummm, wow. I did not know about Snowgasm 2012. I can safely say I left the experience pretty unsatisfied...
  5. Beth: "Jackie, you obviously didn't listen to my message where I told you about the snow."
  6. Sixteen miles. Five hours. Five kids. Nobody peed in the car or threw up in the car. I'll consider that a huge success.
  7. George. You completely amaze me. 
  8. Cold Basement Dramatics: Thirst. Great job. I'm so proud of my little brother.
  9. And now I know Coopers is no place to eat. Neither is The Cooper.
  10. The Waiting Game. Come on April 15th, get here.
  11. Potsticker Eat Off Plans.
  12. The first weekend with The Hex.
  13. Following the first weekend with The Hex, this text message: "Please tell me you're available for drinks tonight.  I mean seriously. I need to go out and have a fucking glass of wine with a girl. A GIRL."
  14. The Christmas Tree is out of the house.
  15. This line: "One thing I think you should know, I ain't gonna miss you when you go,
    Been down so long, I've been tossed around enough
    Oh, couldn't you just let me go down and do my stuff"
  16. "Here’s the truth: friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories, but they are often discussed as if they are ancillary, 'bonus' relationships to the truly important ones. Women’s friendships outlast jobs, parents, husbands, boyfriends, lovers, and sometimes children." So cheers to us, Beth, Melanie, Jen, Jen, Kelly, Senora, Rebecca, Sandy.
  17. Alexander: "Mom, have you had your coffee yet?" Me: "Yeah." At which point I turn around to Alexander shooting me with his toast. God I love boys.
  18. Passing on the boy clothes my guys have outgrown. It is bittersweet. Even a little thing like clothes.
  19. Dinner and drinks with Melanie. I think that has been forever.
  20. Finding out I'm not the only one who cries about the tiniest things ever. Like babies sitting on your lap and clapping.
  21. As last week, I am so thankful that my children are alive and healthy.
  22. This statement: "My grandmother would have loved you."
  23. My dad's signature on emails sent from his cellular phone: "eyeyaiyaiyaiFone"
  24. Starting to really understand that life is short. It is happening right now. Don't waste it.
  25. 4:00 AM knitting to save me from the horrible dream which woke me at 3:00 AM.
  26. Beth. There are just no words to describe how I cherish our friendship.
  27. Making it to school on time despite waking up 25 minutes before we needed to leave.
  28. Me: "Guys, it was a great morning. Except for the whole stomping like elephants thing." The Boys: "We weren't elephants, we were soldiers." Me: "Well, maybe next time let me know there are going to be soldiers in the hallway."
  29. Knowing I can't be saved. Not expecting to be saved. Not wanting to be saved.
  30. The calm before the storm.
  31. Paperwork is taken care of.
  32. The lunch lady who ordered lunches for my kids because I was late sending in the paperwork.
  33. The way the boys just switch uniforms depending on whose day it is for "regular" uniform and whose day it is for "gym" uniform.  It is nice when they work together like that.
  34. Eva Kay calming herself down.
  35. The prospect of being a chaperone on George's overnight field trip. Wish me luck.
  36. Being ready.
  37. Beautiful Wreck

 

So, there you go.

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or tearing up when you read about crying with a baby sitting on your lap clapping.

January 26, 2012 | Unregistered Commentermel

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