Am I just weird...

Okay, so this is the thing. There was a turtle that lived in the pond in our neighborhood. Every once in a while this turtle would take a little trip - across the road. I don't know why the turtle crossed the road - maybe he had a girlfriend who lived across the street or maybe the grass was greener on the other side of the pond but whatever the reason every now and again he would cross the road and it wasn't a speedy deal since he was a BIG old turtle. He'd lumber along and the HoTY being the wonderful father that he is would patiently wait for our children to finish watching the turtle cross the road. Seriously, this is a true story :-) Anyway, one day last week I saw this lump in the middle of the road - it looked so bad I couldn't even look. I thought it was particularly nasty - well you know - ROAD KILL. Then the other night in bed the HoTY said someone had hit and killed the turtle and it looked like it was deliberate as the turtle wasn't in a spot where someone would have been driving (i.e. - NOT the middle of the road). It made me sad. And still I passed that bump in the road each day wondering what it was that had been hit, but again not looking close enough as it looked so gory. At the end of the week we were all in the car traveling the road past the road kill and the HoTY said "there's the turtle". It was the lump that I had been passing all week. I felt so bad for that turtle. Not only had someone hit him but he was destroyed. And now every time I pass that bump in the road - I get tears in my eyes. I KNOW! All for a turtle I didn't even know. So thank you Mr. Turtle, where ever you are. You led a good life - hanging out in the pond, crossing the road now and then, and filling my children with happiness, wonder and curiosity. I'm sorry you are gone.

I told you I'm weird...

And that turtle at the top of the page - that isn't my Mr. Turtle but his relative Mr. Turtle the Third. provided via my friend Amy. Click here to read her turtle story (it has a happier ending I promise)

Amazing but true...

there are those that may find this hard to believe but I really do not like being a worrier. I wish I could just sit back and think Que Serra Serra and smile sweetly just like Doris Day. But alas it is not to be. I can find a million things to worry about on any given day. For instance, the kids are going to stay with my parents for the weekend. I was all excited, doing my no kids happy dance around the kitchen and then it hit me. Oh My Gosh, my children will be without my guiding light to see them through each day :-)

It's not like I don't think my parents will do a good job of watching them, I know they will, but really, they don't know my kids like I do. I mean what if they fall in the pond or get tangled up in the hammock or pack a knapsack, climb out the bedroom window and join the traveling circus to work as tight rope walkers? It could happen. Although as soon as I have relinquished control I will be fine. Most of the worries will dissipate. Life will go on. It's that anticipation thing. I'm terrible at that (do you notice a reoccurring theme here? And no I DO NOT have control issues - really I don't just ask anyone). As long as I can get through the rest of the week without thinking up new worst case scenarios I'll be good. So I'm hoping I don't get any chain emails threatening death and destruction if I don't forward to 58 of my closest friends or news clips of someone drowning on dry land 24 hours after being in a swimming pool or the most current traveling circus schedule. I'm trying to cut back on this worrying thing!

TTFN...

Highlights of a summer day...

Finally, the rain has stopped, the sun is shining and a new era is born. Okay, that's a little dramatic but there has been a lot of rain - seriously!

Here are some candid pictures of a summer day in June as seen through the eyes of the HoTY.

Enjoy.

WOW!

HOLY BANANAS. I just have to tell you about this because I'm so excited. MY SIGNS ARE IN A REAL HONEST TO GOODNESS NOT EVEN MADE UP IN MY IMAGINATION ON-LINE STORE - ASHLEY TAYLOR HOME! I almost feel like I'm famous or something - well until I look at all the other awesome stuff that Ashley has for sale in her boutique and then I feel like Cinderella at the ball before all those little mice and birds created her ball gown.

Seriously check out some of the stuff. I'm seriously considering getting a chandelier for the girls' room. I'm thinking of this one or this one (click on the link and then let me know which one you like).

Okay - that's it. Just had to share my excitement

Is it Friday yet???

I am really ready for the weekend this week. I'm not entirely sure why, and really the week has gone relatively fast - but still Friday seems like it has been a long time in the making.

I went out for some drinks with friends and co-workers after work. I flipped the straw out of my margarita no less than three times. And really if you have ever had cocktails with me that really isn't unusual - as a matter of fact it was probably on the low side. You see when I have a cocktail I talk (I KNOW - but really it is MORE talking than I typically do) and when I talk I feel the need to use my hands. And when I'm waving my hands around I really can't be responsible for what happens. So now you've been warned - you don't have to be surprised when we go out for drinks and a margarita somehow lands in your lap!

Sorry, but this is all I've got today - oh wait I forgot - I got HONKED at after work. All the days when I have refrained from using my horn and I GOT HONKED AT! Yes, I deserved it - but still.

TTFN...

OUCH!!!

Okay remember that pedicure I had on Friday? The pre-movie pampering? Well I'm paying the price. The chick that did my feet took one look at my calloused heels and proceeded to whip out one of those razor blade things and started shaving all that dry, nasty skin. Now I'm not saying they didn't need it because really my heels were pretty bad but holy bananas. Today my heels are so sore I can barely walk. I'm not kidding! Of course it probably didn't help that I was gardening over the weekend and standing in the dirt in my bare feet and then putting on flip flops and having them slap against my heels all day long but man I never expected something so good to cause me so much pain. I'm covering my feet with that Watkins salve stuff tonight in hopes that things will feel a lot better in the morning. Wish me luck. I'm like a walking disaster - first my arm now my feet.

So about the movie. It was good. I think I was a little jaded because I had read reviews criticizing all the product placement advertising so I spent a great deal of time noticing that (oh be quiet - I'm still glad I looked for the spoilers). I won't tell you how it ends so I don't let the cat out of the bag for those who are still wondering but I'll just say I believe in fairy tales :-) So I loved the movie but it is really one of those that I will savor once I have the DVD of my own to watch and enjoy. KWIM?

Oh and we never did make it out to dinner. The darn pedicure and manicure took 2 hours. The place was packed and they had us soaking our feet for so long I was beginning to turn into a raisin. But still - worth it - except for the part where my girl started crying - TWICE and then had to excuse herself to change her shirt because she had spilled her bottle of disinfectant on herself - but other than that - it was worth it - really it was.

TTFN...

Tonights the night...

when all my questions will be answered. Does Big REALLY leave Carrie at the alter? Who dies? What's with Charlotte and Harry? Is he still waxing his back? And do I still think Smith is hot (because seeing him as the boyfriend of the gay guy on Brother's & Sister's kind of spoiled it for me)?

I'm all ready for my "girls gone wild" night with Amy. We are starting off with manicures and pedicures (I think Amy is just going for the toes but I'm living on the edge and having the full treatment) followed by dinner and then the movie. We may even have a drink or two afterwards. I know - it's beyond exciting :-) But I am looking forward to it. The last movie I saw at the theater was Shrek III and really it wasn't nearly as good as Shrek and Shrek II.

I am hoping to get several new signs up in the Etsy shop over the weekend. Some wedding, some baby, some fun, blah blah blah (hey maybe THAT (blah blah blah) would be a good sign - what do you think?

Okay, I'm out. Time to change the band aid on my toe. I dropped the razor while shaving and nicked my toe (okay fine - I was shaving my toes - but admit it you do it too - it's not like I have to do it every week or anything but sometimes they need a little touch-up - so there now you know my dirty little secret - sometimes I shave my toes - really it's just a hair or two - but still...) Was that too much info??? :-)

Guess what...

Does the picture give you any clues. Yes, yes, it's raining again. Remember that song by Supertramp (and don't tell me I'm giving away my age because really you know I love music and I COULD have heard the song in my cradle). Just in case you need a reminder of that fabulousness known as 80's Pop here it is It's Raining Again. Listen, really.

I wasn't going to talk about the weather anymore but I couldn't help myself - it is supposed to rain for the NEXT TEN DAYS. Come on. I'm not happy.

Alex on the other hand is happy today as it is the last day of school for the year. My baby is moving on to bigger and better things every day. Now if the weather would just cooperate.

That's it - a couple of random rambles for the day. Oh and that umbrella - it belongs to Lauren. She doesn't know I borrowed it and when she finds out she will be unhappy but I couldn't find my own dang cheap Walmart umbrella so I had to resort to the little girl's umbrella complete with pink and purple flowers and the curved umbrella handle. I look kind of foolish but at least it saved my hair and really it's all about the hair!

TTFN...

But I WANT to know...

I know I have mentioned my dislike of surprises before, and really it isn't that I dislike surprises it is that I dislike suspense. I hate not knowing stuff. Sure you can call it nosy if you want but I like to think of it as curious, or patience intolerant or something much nicer than nosy. Nosy is more about knowing how my former neighbor Rob fell out of the garbage can and less about knowing what's next. I can live without the neighbor knowledge but that "what next" thing - that can really drive me nuts (is it any wonder I get caught up in "what ifs").

Seriously, I have been known to read the last page of a book first. I know I know but really it doesn't spoil anything for me because I love reading the book figuring out how it's all going to fit together to make up the ending. It is kind of like being in the mind of the author. And when I can stop myself from reading the last page (and frankly sometimes that last page tells you nothing) I still will read my fill and then randomly open pages and read a paragraph or two before putting the book away until the next night. Hey, it makes me happy :-)

So what is this all about? Well my friend Amy and I are going to the Sex and the City movie on Friday and while she has been carefully avoiding any information that may ruin the movie for her I have been actively searching for spoilers (which are slowly leaking out) because I need to know what is going to happen and it won't ruin the movie for me at all - it will actually let me enjoy it more because I won't be wanting to hurry things along so I can find out what happens.

Too bad there isn't a spoiler option for life because if there was I'd be all over it. What happens next? Where do I end up? What does life have in store for my family? What is Heaven REALLY like? At least I think I'd want to know what happens - unless it is bad news - I don't want to spend the rest of my life worrying. And if it is good news I'm not sure I want to fast forward through all the every day details of living just to get to the good stuff. So maybe I don't want to know EVERYTHING. But there are a few things I'd like to know - such as do Carrie and Mr. Big actually live happily ever after? Of course I KNOW the answer to that question but for Amy's sake I'll keep the details to myself...