Merry Christmas

When I was younger, I used to be terrified of Santa Clause and the tooth fairy and the easter bunny and all those crazy characters that people made up to get kids to enjoy these occasions. I used to hide under my blanket and shiver myself to sleep. I didn't want to catch a glimpse of either of these things or else I'd probably have a heart attack. I was sorta a chicken when I was little. When I told Chad this he made fun of me for hours.
Now let me just defend myself about the Easter bunny. I believe there was a year when I was younger that my parents told me that the Easter bunny has a special way of hiding the eggs. They said he would put them in the middle of the table, pull out a gun and shoot at the egg carton and they would scatter all over in different hiding spots. A gun!! I'm pretty sure they said BB gun..but its all the same. How am I supposed to be happy about a bunny with a gun? Anyways I'm sure to the normal kids who weren't afraid of loud noises or heights it would have been a cool story.

Now Santa is a jolly fellow, but the whole "he sees you when your sleeping, he knows when your awake" thing is just kind of creepy. And I was always afraid he was going to crash land into my house. Someone who eats that many cookies is bound to have a heart attack at the wheel. Or sleigh.

I'm surprised I never caught my mom putting a dollar under my pillow in place of my tooth, because I used to be too scared at night to go to sleep sometimes, waiting for the tooth fairy to appear in my room. Lets recap. Bunny with a gun, puffy red man who see's everything, little fairy who collects old teeth. All of this sounds too much like a twisted adult cartoon, and that's just not my cup of tea.

I think I hate my dog

My Kujo dog that I talked about in my very first post, is about four months old now. And she is still very much the most annoying thing I have ever known. I took her outside the other night to go to the bathroom and a guy came out of the building next to ours and asked if he could pet her. I told him at his own risk. So anyways he starts petting her and I dropped the leash on accident since she was squirming all over the place and he ended up grabbing it. After about a minute of having her on the leash he asked me if I had ever watched "The Dog Whisperer" on tv, and suggested I give Ceasar Millan a call.

She makes my son look like the best baby in the world. He is going to be 10 months old next week, and is very busy cruising the furniture and rolling around in his Whinnie the Pooh walker. He also enjoys knocking over the dvd rack and watching the movies fall everywhere. Mostly right after I finish cleaning.

My husband is great about taking them into another room when I need to rest or get something done. He also talks in his sleep which gives me another source of entertainment. He talks about lunch trays, and asks if i'm afraid of the monsters in the closet.. you know, normal things. And its a good thing he has me to tell him to get back into bed when I wake up and find him getting ready for work at midnight, thinking its time to go.

I would just like to know if everyone else's life is as unpredictable as mine or if I just belong on a late night talk show like Chelsea Handler. I have a few more stories, but those i'll save for another day..

12/3/10

This week we have been busy getting settled into our new place. I love it, but of course its right across the street from an elementary school, so there are usually at least 20 kids running around the dog walking area right in front of our building. First of all my dog is terrified of everything that moves besides the three of us, and second of all kids that age are loud and rude. Too young to know it, but too old for it to be cute. No offense to anyone reading this, but seriously.

My first example is the two boys who always play in the snow right behind our building. Everyday at about the same time they're out there sledding down the 5 foot slope and throwing snowballs. But while they're doing this they see who can yell the F word loudest. And then they sit across from eachother at the picnic table and fake a really loud fight acting like theyre stumbling around wrestling and joking about each others mothers while actually theyre just sitting there sucking on a juice box.

Yesterday I was walking my dog out front when school let out. She just wanted to sit there and shake to death because she was scared of all the little kids running around. But I was freezing and she already went to the bathroom so i pulled on her leash and told her to come on. But she was too scared to move so she just sat there while I drug her about two feet before saying "seriously lady? do you want to stay out here with all the children by yourself or do you want to come inside where its warm." Right after that some little boy yelled "HEYYY! Don't hurt the puppy!!" I asked him if his mother ever taught him not to talk to strangers. Apparently she did not.

Oh and we have 1/2 of a couch in our living room now. (Only the left side was ready for delivery until the end of the month.) But on the plus side we just finished cleaning everything up and getting rid of all the boxes. And our place is almost ready. Only one more room to go.