thoughts on a sunday

*I have more thoughts in my head than could ever be written down. It is one of my diseases. My brain never stops. It is why I can't sleep at night. I hate it sometimes. I haven't written my thoughts down for a couple of weeks. I have just been too busy, but I will try to catch up a little this week. We'll see how far I get.

*A girl called Tyler a couple of weeks ago to come over and help her with Geometry. He said, "Sure, I'll be over in about 15 minutes." He's pretty new to this boy/girl thing. How do I know this? Well, because right before he left to go over to her house he ate a whole bag of ranch flavored corn nuts! Really? Corn nuts? I quickly slipped him a stick of gum and he left. He is such a cute boy and one of these days he will care about girls and ...um...his breath!

*It is no secret that I love our pet turtle. Kara calls him my 8th child. I just call him Turd, and yes, I do care for him. So you can imagine my feelings when I heard one of Brandon's friends run down the stairs yelling that the turtle had been dropped. I had the same reaction I sometimes have when I know one of my kids has been hurt. I just sat there, closed my eyes, prayed it wasn't true and that the injuries weren't life threatening and then made Trevor go and check to see if my turtle was OK. I am happy and relieved to report that he survived the mishap. He was a little shaken up, but after a treat of some extra banana slices, he was back to normal. And all is well with my children, all 8 of them!

*All of a sudden I like sushi. I have no idea why or how it happened. But I like it. I even crave it a little. That is really weird, because it's raw fish with little fish eggs on top sometimes. It used to make me cringe, and when you think about it, it's really sick! And now I crave it. Really weird!

*Last month Trevor and I went out to eat with just Kara. We were all sitting cozy in our booth, talking and eating and Kara asked, "So what do you guys do when it's just the 2 of you on a date, gaze into each others eyes or something?" Trevor quickly replied, "We make out." Kara gagged. Right about then I wanted to taste something that Trevor had ordered so he got some on his fork and I tasted it. So I added, "And we feed each other food." And then he added again, "And then we make out some more." By this point Kara had lost her appetite. We thought we were pretty funny. If she only knew that our dates are sometimes the only time we have to talk so they are usually filled with lots of talking, mostly about our kids, and mostly from my mouth, becasue I am the talker and Trevor the patient listener. The make out date actually sounds pretty good, somthing different to do. Something much more fun than talking. Maybe on our next date we'll do just that, make out. It's been a while. We'll try it out, and then come home and report to Kara how it went. I'm sure she'd love that!

*The other night we were watching Paula Abdul's new dance show. My girls immediately ran up and got their dance shoes and were leaping and twirling all over the room. But that is to be expected. What wasn't expected was Eto, my little ballerino! He was hanging in there with the best of them, with moves I can't even describe. There wasn't any twirling, they were very macho moves. I was impressed and completely entertained. It was a great show (my kids, not necessarily the one one TV).

*I bought a snowballer at a garage sale this summer. My kids can make like 50 snowballs in a minute, just like the commercial says. They have used it every time it has snowed and have had awesome snowball fights. Best $.25 I ever spent.

*Ethan told me the other day that he forgot to make a birthday wish when he blew out his candles on his birthday cake (like over a month ago). I asked him what he forgot to wish for and he said, "That it would be a Wii day EVERY day" and then he added in a hushed whisper, "even Sunday!" We'll it's probably a good thing he forgot that one, because then he would be really sad when it NEVER EVER came true!

*I got some boots from Old Navy for Christmas. Actually, they were for Kara, but they didn't fit her so I just kept them for myself. I had to run errands one day and so I slipped on my new boots, hopped in the car and was on my way. When I got to the store and started to walk around I noticed that the boots felt a little different. Something was not right and it was really bothering me. I got home took off the boots and sure enough, one was a size 7 and one a size 8! Is there anything more annoying than that?! Especially when I had already tried to return the boots to get Kara's size and they were completely sold out, not getting any more. What am I supposed to do, walk around with one snug boot and one all loosy goosy?! I don't think so. It will drive me nuts! Aghhh!

*Warning-this story contains potty talk, but it involves a potty so there is no way around it. A couple of weeks ago a certain boy(boy #1), who will remain nameless, was using the bathroom. He noticed there was no toilet paper so he called out to boy # 2, who will also remain nameless, to get him some. Boy # 2 got the TP and then, not wanting to actually go into the bathroom to deliver it just tossed it in. His toss was a little forceful and it knocked Kara's flat iron, which was teetering precariously on the edge of the sink right into the toilet. And lets just say that the toilet had a little more than pee in it, if you know what I mean. The question still remains as to why boy #1 was not actually sitting on the toilet at the time of the toss. Boy #1 still refuses to respond to any inquiries about "the incident." Trevor, the wonderful dad that he is, spent practically 30 minutes disinfecting every square inch of the flat iron. He was very thorough, as he always is. But Kara absolutely refuses to use it. And do you really blame her? And as for the flat iron, well it is still hanging around here, festering. Nobody will touch it. And I just can't, in good conscience, give it to DI where some poor, unsuspecting person would buy it and never know they were using a contaminated appliance on their hair. That would just be wrong. This whole story is wrong, because it is about poo! Wrong, but sadly, true!

And on that lovely note, I will conclude my thoughts.
Until next week!