Day-By-Day

Day-By-Day


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The small, insignificant, day-by-day things that happen in my life.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Took the boys to Hooters for Hair today (or better known as Too Hotties). I asked them on the way if they felt comfortable going to a salon where the girls were scantily clad (read spaghetti strap tight tanks and mini skirts). Dude said, “Not really. But they do a good job.” And I couldn’t dispute him. They DO do a good job, and I pay for it. But I guess you get what you pay for, right? They did a really good job on Dude, but I think they may have taken a bit too much off Jazz. He wasn’t too terribly thrilled about his cut, but he would have gotten it all cut off in a few weeks anyway when they issued his band uniform to him.

Personally, I feel like a dweeb sitting there waiting for them – for several reasons, actually. One, I’m like the oldest (and most wrinkled) woman in there. Two, I’m surrounded by hot young bodies and my saggy body simply doesn’t belong. Three, I’m starting to become a little uncomfortable walking my boys in, waiting for them and then paying. I notice that a lot of young men (the same ages as my boys), come in on their own – their moms wait out in the cars for them. Oh well.

Dude has developed a new phobia – hair in his food. Granted, I’m not crazy about finding hair in my food either, but I can pick it out and toss it without tossing anything else (namely, my cookies). Dude, on the other hand, gets really bent out of shape and so grossed out, he can’t even finish his meal. Or, he’ll cut a huge chunk out of it, the chunk that had the hair and POSSIBLY finish the rest. I mean that’s fine, like I said, I’m not crazy about finding hairs either, but his reaction amuses me. Which it probably shouldn’t, because it’s not fun finding a hair in your food and … oh, never mind. I have a weird sense of humor.

Kevin’s band buddy came over last night. He plays the keyboard and they worked on some songs together. I’m so glad he is playing with people – he’s truly enjoying them and playing. His band has another gig this Saturday night, I most likely won’t go, but we’ll see.

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

There’s really nothing to write about. We stayed home all day … in fact, did we even leave the house?

I’m thinking no.

Jazz’s friend called – he wanted him to come over and play airsoft games with him. (Just for the record, I’m not crazy about airsoft guns – it’s like being pelted with a BB and those suckers HURT, there’s NOTHING soft about them, at ALL. Not to mention, I’m afraid he’ll put an eye out. Does that sound familiar? [Pst – Christmas Story]).

However, even though Jazz had been, um, jazzed about going over to his buddy’s house a few days earlier, when it actually came time to GO over there, he wasn’t interested.

I used to think this was sort of weird, but then I thought back to my own adolescence and I did the same thing. Friends would call and I just couldn’t summon up the energy to stop what I was doing and give them the time of day. I’ve always been perfectly happy entertaining myself and apparently, the boys feel the same way.

I said something to Kevin about how our boys don’t seem too interested in hanging with friends and he just smiled – he used to be the same way! So, since both Kevin and I were quite anti-social, I shouldn’t be surprised that our boys are the same, right?

What can I say? We like our own company. That sounds sort of pathetic, doesn’t it.

Friday, August 20, 2010

It was a pretty quiet day today. Kevin and I went on our weekly grocery shopping outing – we try and limit the number of times we go grocery shopping to ONE time a week. I can’t stand shopping to begin with, I’m not about to drag it out all week. I make a weekly menu, then write down the ingredients that I will need to make my weekly menu and we head out. Even though it’s sort of a pain to sit down and plan dinners for a week, I’m always glad that I did it because the boys have a menu they can look at (thereby not having to come to me twice a day, every day, “Hey mom, what’s for dinner tonight”) and I don’t have to stress when the clock hits five wondering what in the world I’m going to feed my family.

We go. We get it done. And I don’t have to think about it for the rest of the week. I do make special trips to a smaller meat market to buy fresher ingredients, but for the most part, I get all of my grocery shopping done in one day. I can’t understand women who make daily trips to the store … I mean, why??

Kevin did not take his cane with him this time. Though we’re still parking in handicap spaces (which still feels weird – our placard is only good through the first part of December), it sort of feels like we’re cheating a little bit because Kevin just doesn’t APPEAR to be that handicapped. Even though he’s doing a lot better and getting around a lot better, his stamina is still not quite where it needs to be, so parking close really does help him.

I suggested Kevin not take his cane with him this time (actually, Kevin forgets it most of the time and I’m the one telling him to grab it) because he pushes the cart and that acts as a makeshift walker, so he doesn’t really need it when we go shopping. He likes to go shopping with me – it gets him out of the house and moving – I like having him with me, but we always spend more money when he’s with me. I like to buy what’s on my list, Kevin likes to … buy. 🙂

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

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Audio version:

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I love Oh life because they send you an email at 8:00 p.m. every night asking you how your day went. You reply to the email and it automatically posts to your Oh Life account.

I recorded the audio version through Audio Boo. You only have five minutes to record something – GO.

These entries are raw, immediate and from the heart. You can expect to see these updates every Wednesday and Sunday (or thereabouts)

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