Friday, April 15, 2011

Random Thoughts

Yea! It's Friday and there are just a whole ton of random thoughts floating around in my head... 1) Sue, at work turned me on to an author she thought Samantha would enjoy: Sarah Dessen. I read her bio on her website and I totally want to be her. She sounds so cool. Ok, so I am pretty pleased with me as me so I suppose I'd just like to have her for a bff. 2) And speaking of authors, we just took Samantha to the Book Fair at her school. It was really difficult to not walk around smelling all the books! I did give in and sniffed a few. Samantha picked out a few good books for summer reading. She is kind of into the supernatural stuff currently but not vampires. She likes to smell books too. 3) Spring is here. All sorts of things are budding and blooming. Our Pear trees are flowering. They smell absolutely hideous. We like to think up all sorts of gross and disgusting things that we think they smell like. The Forsythia and Daffodils and Hyacinths are blooming as well. (Hyacinth would be an awesome name for a cat don't you think?) 4) The other evening Samantha and I curled up in her bed and read. I had just gone into her room to tell her something but her bed looked so inviting that I had to stay. I started reading one of her books: " Kissed by an Angel" By Elizabeth Chandler. Lying in Samantha's bed is so neat. When the front door is open you can see outside and all her stuffed animals are so fun. Some days I think it would be cool to pull a Freaky Friday and change places with her. 5) Huh, I think I just ran out of random thoughts... oh well, it's Friday... Yea!

Friday, January 14, 2011

I am a stalker...

So, there we were, Samantha and I, at the gym the other day when my twin walked by. I had been looking for a song on my MP3 player and my eyes have trouble adjusting from close up stupid tiny letters to people off in the distance. "Did you see that woman?" I asked Samantha. "Yes and she looks just like you only taller" she replied.

My twin went into the locker room and that's when I turned my child into a mini-stalker. "We have to go in there" I said. "But I don't have to go to the bathroom and I just put my coat on" Samantha whined. I begged her to shut up and just wash her hands or something.

When we got in the locker room she wasn't there. I walked all the way around the other end of the lockers and, poof, she'd disappeared. Then I see Samantha pointing toward the toilets and mouthing: "She's in there". So we washed our hands. We didn't just splash some water on them but did it the way they recommend with the soap and the singing your ABC's and rinsing and the drying and my twin was still in the bathroom stall.

Then Samantha showed me an ad for a body spray she wants. It was one of those ads where you rub a certain spot and then smell it only she'd smelled it so many times that you had to rub and rub and rub to activate the scent.

My twin was still in the stall and we came to the conclusion that my twin was pooping but, that's ok because everybody poops.

Next a woman I'd run with a few times on the track came into the locker room and I struck up a conversation with her because I'm friendly like that. I'm so glad I talked to her because we made plans to run 10 miles together. She is about my speed which will make it fun. So there I am all thrilled that I have made a new friend when my poopy twin comes out of the stall. But I'm all engrossed in conversation with my new friend and can't really say: "Oh, excuse me a minute while I check out this woman who I followed in here because I think she looks like me" so I totally missed her. That sucks! I was really thrilled to make a new friend and all but it still sucks.

When I was done chatting Samantha gave me one of those looks that implied: if we don't leave now you will embarrass me to death and to seek revenge I will cut you while you are sleeping. You don't mess with the child and her evil looks so we left.

We went to the gym again yesterday I saw her after John and I were done running. I was standing with John while he used the ab machine when I saw her on the treadmill. "There's my twin," I whispered to John. Of course he laughed at me and said, "just because she has short blond spiky hair doesn't mean she looks anything like you. You are way cuter than she is."

I love my husband!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Don't you hate it when...

Don't you hate it when you finally turn out the lights, snuggle up under the covers and have all the pillows arranged just right only to remember 5 thousand things you want to do tomorrow and you really want to write them down so you'll remember but there is no way you are messing up a perfect pillow / blanket arrangement.

I also hate it when I'm in the car and I think of all these things I need to get done at work but writing and driving really don't go well together.

Or, when I'm running on the track at the gym and I think of all these things I'd really like to write down on my grocery list. It must be the monotony that makes me think of making lists because running doesn't make me hungry. In fact it does just the opposite. If I run in the evening I typically skip dinner.

I really hate it when I'm swimming laps in the pool and I think of all these books I'd like to read and would really like to jot them down. It's a wonder I haven't drowned yet because the peaceful water makes me think about reading. And reading makes me sleepy.

But the most annoying is when you get home, get out the note pad and find a pen that works and you can't remember a darned thing to write down.