You know you missed my random posts.
Okay, so I've been reading a lot of stuff I wrote back in 2006 this week. And I noticed that I was hilarious. I make me laugh a lot. Also, I wrote about the most random things. I wrote about pee and poop and boogers a lot. Which kinda weirds me out that I would share that stuff with the world, but hey. Y'all read it and commented on it, so who's the weirder one here? haha
But that's mostly been what I've written about. Little, dumb things. B/c that's what I notice. Little, dumb things that no one else notices.
you know what else I haven't written about in a long time? My dreams.
Last night I had this dream that I was in a public restroom. I went in this stall to poop. (Oh, no, I'm talking about poop again.) And after I sat down, I realized that the stall was open on one side, and everyone sitting by me could see me as they walked by. Well, then, some male celebrity, (and I wish I could remember who, but, alas.... I can't) came up to me and wrapped his arms around my whole body and squeezed and picked me up and shook me. The whole time it's happening, I'm like, "Oh my gosh! Why is he touching me while I'm pooping?!" And this water was squirting everywhere. It was so awkward. Then, after it happened, I told people about it, and I even somehow took a picture with my phone and tried to post it on Instagram.
The last few days have been pretty miserable with Owen. He's almost 1, so I'm trying to wean him from formula and bottles. He's resistant. He should have his own Dystopian novel about rebelling against sippy cups. Granted, it would probably be boring b/c all he does is cry, but, hey... BOOK IDEA!
I just finished the Divergent series. I was kinda bummed about the ending, but I didn't hate it. The reviewers on Goodreads? They hated it. I still liked the books, though. More than the Hunger Games. But not as much as The Giver. B/c all dystopian books should be compared. Or something.
Now, I'm reading this weird book about this girl who's in her first year of marriage and got pregnant 2 months after she was married and worked this crappy job at an insurance place until she quit and decided to become a stay-at-home mom. WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT?!?! The suspense is killing me.
Evan's at football practice. It is flag football, so he won't be tackled, but it's still weird. He'll be 8 this year, and it boggles my mind.
Lauren showed me a paper yesterday where she had sounded out a whole sentence and wrote it down all on her own. She is so smart. I think she may do better than Evan in school b/c he wasn't even trying to do that before he started. And he's a smart kid. Oh, and before you think I'm some amazing mother who took the time to teach my daughter to sound out words and write... No. I wish I could take credit. She is self-taught. She asked me what some words were while she was reading Dick and Jane. I showed her how to write letters when she asked. I let her watch tons of LeapFrog movies about the alphabet. (Actually, the same one over and over. It takes love, people, to do that.) She motivates herself. I like that.
Well, I guess I should stop. I need to clean b/c I remembered that I'm having someone here for a meeting in the morning. I did clean my bedroom today, so that's something. Maybe we should just have our meeting in there. That wouldn't be weird at all.
Okay, bye.
But that's mostly been what I've written about. Little, dumb things. B/c that's what I notice. Little, dumb things that no one else notices.
you know what else I haven't written about in a long time? My dreams.
Last night I had this dream that I was in a public restroom. I went in this stall to poop. (Oh, no, I'm talking about poop again.) And after I sat down, I realized that the stall was open on one side, and everyone sitting by me could see me as they walked by. Well, then, some male celebrity, (and I wish I could remember who, but, alas.... I can't) came up to me and wrapped his arms around my whole body and squeezed and picked me up and shook me. The whole time it's happening, I'm like, "Oh my gosh! Why is he touching me while I'm pooping?!" And this water was squirting everywhere. It was so awkward. Then, after it happened, I told people about it, and I even somehow took a picture with my phone and tried to post it on Instagram.
The last few days have been pretty miserable with Owen. He's almost 1, so I'm trying to wean him from formula and bottles. He's resistant. He should have his own Dystopian novel about rebelling against sippy cups. Granted, it would probably be boring b/c all he does is cry, but, hey... BOOK IDEA!
I just finished the Divergent series. I was kinda bummed about the ending, but I didn't hate it. The reviewers on Goodreads? They hated it. I still liked the books, though. More than the Hunger Games. But not as much as The Giver. B/c all dystopian books should be compared. Or something.
Now, I'm reading this weird book about this girl who's in her first year of marriage and got pregnant 2 months after she was married and worked this crappy job at an insurance place until she quit and decided to become a stay-at-home mom. WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT?!?! The suspense is killing me.
Evan's at football practice. It is flag football, so he won't be tackled, but it's still weird. He'll be 8 this year, and it boggles my mind.
Lauren showed me a paper yesterday where she had sounded out a whole sentence and wrote it down all on her own. She is so smart. I think she may do better than Evan in school b/c he wasn't even trying to do that before he started. And he's a smart kid. Oh, and before you think I'm some amazing mother who took the time to teach my daughter to sound out words and write... No. I wish I could take credit. She is self-taught. She asked me what some words were while she was reading Dick and Jane. I showed her how to write letters when she asked. I let her watch tons of LeapFrog movies about the alphabet. (Actually, the same one over and over. It takes love, people, to do that.) She motivates herself. I like that.
Well, I guess I should stop. I need to clean b/c I remembered that I'm having someone here for a meeting in the morning. I did clean my bedroom today, so that's something. Maybe we should just have our meeting in there. That wouldn't be weird at all.
Okay, bye.