Thursday

So I am home all day but I don't often notice things that have been sitting around in an obvious location (unless it's like crumbs on Lukin or something). Anyway, I was trying to think of something and happened to glance up and realized that the 2008-2009 Fighting Sioux Hockey Schedule is already posted for this year. It was like 90 degrees yesterday, and my husband has posted the hockey schedule. Weird.

I don't really know what I wanted to write about. Perhaps the fact that I got a haircut yesterday and then spent way too much money on a flat iron that I didn't use today because I am afraid to open it because of how much it cost. I think I am afraid because I want to go to the mall to the one hair store and see if they have one that is less expensive (but just as impressive). Of course, as my stylist told me, owning this one means I can throw all my other irons away. This one straightens, flip out, flips under, does spiral curls, three-barrels, everything short of making you breakfast...okay, there was one that a smidge cooler: has a universal adaptor, and turns itself off in 30 minutes if you haven't touched it. But that was another $50, and I wasn't about to go that overboard.

In other news, I got mad at Lukin today. He dropped our bathroom scale on my little toe. I yelled at him, and not that yell when you tell them not to do something, but that one yell that is more guttoral and sounds like someone else's angry voice coming from your diaphragm. He cried so hard when I put him in time out. Yes. He got time out because there wasn't any reason he needed to be lifting the scale. He was crying so hard that a half hour later when time out was over and he was sitting and snuggling with me and had fallen asleep for a nap, he was still doing that gaspy breath thing you do after you cry really hard. Poor little buddy.

Then I got mad again at dinner because he wouldn't eat. That drives me insane. But I think he has learned that he doesn't necessarily need to eat what's for dinner and he knows that he can eat something before bed. So tonight I had had it and decided that he didn't get a piece of cheese, or fruit or a cup of cereal or anything. If he wanted to eat something, he could eat the leftover mac and cheese from yesterdays lunch or the leftover carrots. If he didn't want those, he didn't eat. He must have understood that because he didn't even go to the fridge for milk after supper.

Lastly, Stacie wanted me to include some memory from my memory bank that included her. If I could wait to add it, I could make it something about her wedding...Oh I got it. Remember Stacie's "Wonderful" toast at my wedding. Hindsight being what it is, Amanda said that I should have let her do the toast, but we just did the best man and maid of honor because I hate when you go to weddings and have to listen to everyone of the bridal party (when there is more than one or two) tell some stories about their relationship with the bride or groom. Gag me. If I wanted to know memories that your third bridesmaid, who is your second cousin on your dad's side, has to say about how they feel about you getting married, I will seek them out later. I know I am a bitch but it's not like that was some big secret.

Anyway, that sort of turned into a rant, so yeah Stacie...there's your memory..."Jenny, you are lucky because Sonny is a really great guy. And Sonny, you are lucky because, well, you are. Thank you." I think we could hear the crickets. I don't think I have ever heard that place that quiet. Makes you almost wish you had written something down...makes you nervous for your wedding, doesn't it?