In Search of Myself

I crack me up.

Aowyn, someday you'll understand this page.  hee hee.

Busy.

Work has been keeping me busy . . . can you tell by my extreme lack of blog entires lately?

Lou has strep.  I am tired.  Jake is a goober.  there's a summary of our lives.  :)

Catching up on Grey's A

Ok, Priscilla, this post is mostly for you (but also for Sue, who living in Oz hasn't had the chance to see all of season two!!!)

Click here for the part of the Grey's Anatomy website that has episode recaps.  Choose a season first, then read the episode recaps.  There were 9 episodes in 1st season, 27 in second.  The season 1 recaps rock, the season two recaps are pretty half-assed.  But you can also read recaps at Television without Pity.  It's not the same as actually SEEING the episodes, but being able to read the major points of the story-lines will catch you up a bit and get you ready for SEASON THREE!  COME ON SEPT. 21ST!

*edited -- here's another place for recaps: Seriously -- the Television without Pity ones are really long, the first link I gave you, those are short.  This is a good in-between -- more in-depth but not crazily long. 

AND, here's an awesome YouTube video: When you kiss me

(raise your hand if you think I'm crazy.)

hey, I saw that.

Grey's Anatomy. again.

look to your right; I have a new blinkie.  :)

dude, I am SO freaking looking forward to (a) the second season coming out on Sept. 12th, and (b) the third season starting on Thursday, Sept. 21st.  I FREAKING CAN'T WAIT, people.

Last night I saw a rerun of a season two show that I hadn't seen -- the one where Mark comes from New York to try to convince Addison to come "home" with him, Derrick sees him talking to Meredith and punches him, we find out that after Derrick walked in on Mark and Addison and then walked out and moved away, she stayed with Mark for quite some time before hearing about Mer/Der hooking up and then coming to Seattle to ruin that.  INTERESTING.  And I FINALLY got to see the scene where George tells Meredith he loves her and she's had such a horrible day she figures she'll go with it.  Of course, I've seen the next episode, where the "going with it" goes HORRIBLY bad and then we have several episodes of George hating Mer and everyone taking sides.  And then Callie enters the picture and it gets REALLY interesting.

DAMN, this is good stuff.

I love George.  (Don't get me wrong, I LOVE McDreamy . . . but George is great, too.)  I think George is adorable and the writers are doing such a good job of showing his progression of growing up and really becoming a man . . . and you know if you didn't already adore him, when you saw the bomb episode and he helps Dr. Bailey deliver her baby . . . well that's when you realize just how great he is.

But then to hear him tell Mer -- "I know I'm not a lot of things that you've gone for in the past . . . but I would never hurt you.  And I would never leave you.  And I will NEVER stop loving you."

oh my.

Today's funnies.

Ok, first of all, yes I let my kid paint on himself.  He's tactile defensive and normally touching ANYTHING wet and sticky (or it touching him) sends him into a total freak-out.  So he's pushing some boundaries and experimenting and having fun.  That's cool.  (And he still kind of freaks out eventually -- it's like in the midst of having fun he doesn't notice, but then a light switch flips and he has to be cleaned up NOW.)

Anyway.  Two new funny stories.

I have this pair of pink thong sandals that I got this summer for when we swim or for when I'm too lazy to wear real shoes.  (Yes, because it's SO much extra effort to put my feet into my leather sandals.)  I never wear shoes longer than I have to, so the second I walk into a house I step out of them.

I was at my mom's to pick up Jake and had stepped into the kitchen to make a cup for him for the way home.  I hear my mom in the living room telling Jake not to put on my sandals.  His reply:

"These my mom's shoes.  We share EVERYTHING."

ha ha ha ha.  I guess he HAS been listening to those lectures about sharing!

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Sunday morning:
Jake, what do you want for breakfast?
Chocolate
Dude, you can NOT have chocolate for breakfast.
Ok, then, I want lunch.

Ha ha ha ha . . . now that's thinking!  Goober

Starbucks date.

I had a Starbucks date (Priscilla, don't be jealous!) with a new digi-friend that I found at DigiShopTalk.com -- we were talking about locations and found out we lived like a mile away from each other.  (Good stuff!)  A few weeks ago we had an early dinner at a mexican restaurant down the road and got to know each other -- she had actually been introduced to digital scrapbooking in the first place through my DigiScrappin with Jen blog.  So that's fun!  After our first meeting, I e-mailed her to tell her I had fun, and said " (And I hope you didn't think I'm COMPLETELY crazy.  LOL.)"  She wrote back and said "Nope, don't think you're COMPLETELY crazy--only a BIT crazy.  LOL."  ha ha ha.  My reply to that?  "well you know . . . I prefer friends who freely admit and accept that I AM a bit crazy.  So good answer.  LOL"

Anyway, after working all day, teaching a piano lesson, and commuting back to our county, it was nice to just sit and drink a frapp. and eat a cookie and just TALK 100 miles a minute with someone who GETS the whole digi-scrapping thing.  I even lent her a book that I have to review for my site so she could read it and tell me what she thinks.  It's nice to have extra help on these things!  (Priscilla and her hubby read it, too.  LOL.  It's pretty random . . . I'll tell you about it soon.)

When we were getting ready to go, I still had 1/2 a cookie left (because a. I shouldn't be eating an entire big cookie AND drinking a frapp, my blood sugar was already going through the roof, and b. it wasn't GOOD enough to eat the whole thing and waste all those calories.)  I wrapped it up in a napkin and said I would give it to Jake.

She said "Oh, you're such a good mom to save some of your cookie for him!"  Then she looked at her dessert, which was gone, and said "Oh well, I just won't tell the kids I had anything."  heh.

Sad.

I found out just now that something I had suspected about someone I love, who I haven't seen in a long time, is true.  And I was hoping it wasn't true, and that he wasn't in trouble.  But there it is.  And I really hope and pray that it gets sorted out soon, because he is a good person, with a good heart.  Life just gets messy sometimes.

(Sorry to be cryptic.  Details aren't necessary.  Just send good thoughts out to the universe for me, ok?)

More Jake cuteness

Last night we were sitting on the couch watching Lazy Town (yeah, raise your hand if you think the good guy dude is SO TOTALLY HOT) -- Jake was next to me and had his head on my chest, and my arm was around him.  He always randomly says "I love you SO MUCH" so he had just said that and I hugged him and said "I love you, too, buddy."  Then I said "Mmmm, your hair smells good."

He popped up and said "I had a bath today."

"I know.  You smell so good when you have a bath.  I like your baby shampoo.  I might use it on you until you're 10."

"One, two, three, four, five, six . . ."

(just laughing from me.)

"Five and five make TEN!  I have ten fingers.  YOU have ten fingers.  And we both have five and five toes!"

"Yes, we do."

Whoah, that's deep.

Another totally random conversation between me and Jake -- last night at bedtime while we were laying in his bed trying to wind down and get him to sleep.

What a puma?
What?
A puma.
Where did you learn that word?
What it is?
It's like a tiger.
What a jaguar?
It's like a tiger, too.
It have black dots.
Umm, ok
I want one.
What?
I want a little one for a pet.
You can't have one
Why?
Well, they're wild.  They'd hurt you.
I just get a little one.
Honey, it would get big.
I would be so sad if it get big.
Well you're getting big.  Am I sad because you're growing up?
No, 'cause you growing up, too.

Dang, that kid is deep sometimes.

Yes, I know.

I was trying to get Jake down for a nap today because by 12:30, we'd had a rough day.  Some mornings with him, it's almost not worth getting out of bed -- the meltdowns are inevitable and we just need to try to sleep again and hope for the best when we wake up.

Anyway, in the midst of frustrating me because he takes forever to go to sleep, he made me laugh.  He said "I have brown eyes."

"Yes, I know."

"YOU have brown eyes, too."

"Yes, I do."

"Mine are brown-er!"

ha ha ha.  Yes, I guess they are.