My Pants Don't Fit....

...and that is just plain old not cool. Today I was struggling in a pair of pants that I bought this past Christmas. They fit me then and they don't fit me now. Sad. (Picture me with a little frown) Well, they fit, but just not all that great. I guess I need to do something about it. Problem is, I have become so unfamiliar with the gym that I now refer to it as James. 

Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all week. 

Ah, to be a kid again...

This weekend Daddy and I got to do a few childish things while we were visiting Pants' grandparents. Here are a few pictures of the daredevils that we became while went went to the park. 

Wordless Wednesday--Fieldtrip to the Botanical Gardens

People are stupid...

I had jury duty today. People are just stupid. Just down right NOT intelligent! I mean, I was embarrassed for some of these people. Here is my list of stupid people of the day:

1. the guy who was "allegedly" in possession of a baggie of heroin and a firearm.
   
2. the same guy as above because he was out "walking to meet a friend half-way" at 3 o'clock in the morning. 
3. the police (or whom ever should have this job) that didn't test the gun or baggie of heroin for fingerprints. 
4. the defense attorney that so skillfully mentioned the lack of fingerprints or DNA in his closing argument so that that would be the last thing upon which the stupid jurors would focus. 
5. my fellow jurors that were asked if they lived in the vicinity of the address where the incident occurred. They didn't raise their hand, but upon deliberation 3 of them said that they "stay over there". What does that even mean?!
6. my other fellow juror that said, "Usually when a man is holding his gun at his house he's not wearing gloves. Well, all the men that I know that deal with guns." REALLY?!  You know, and are willing to admit, that you know men that deal with guns?! Maybe I am naive, but TODAY was the first day in my 29 years of life on this Earth that I have even seen a gun up close. 
7. And I will end on this one....the same juror as mentioned in #6 that said, "People get busted there all of the time. Prostitutes get Johns there right on that porch. In fact, Rocketman has been busted there plenty of times." I say, "Who is Rocketman?" (I ask because I don't live in the VICINITY of where this all occurred--you dumbasses!) "Oh, Rocketman is a 'he-she' prostitute that works over there." WHAT. THE. FUCK?!

Letter #523--The Neighbors

Dear Neighbor Kids and your Friends Outside in the Street, 

I don't mind that you guys are playing outside at 10 o'clock at night. I mean, you are like 13 or something so enjoy your childhood. I am a good neighbor. I don't call the cops on you when you are doing little skateboard tricks in the middle of the street (where cars are driving) or off of my sidewalk and I think it is funny to see you pull each other around in a wagon. I mean you are middle schoolers and, I'll best honest, it's funny to see you guys pushing the limits of safety. And I don't really think you are that weird when you put on a childs' dinosaur costume that is like 7x too small for you. Seeing you run around in that--I almost peed. my. pants. It's funny. 

But I tell you one thing, you little loud mouthed punks. If your frolicking in the streets wakes up my baby, I will (so help me God) hang you from a tree by your too small dinosaur tail. 

Neighborly hugs and kisses, 

The Lady in the White House on the Corner

Unhealthy Obsession...

It's so bad. I don't even want to admit it, but I have a LOVE for croutons. I know, I know. I should be so ashamed. I am hanging my head as I type. It's almost like I am pregnant again (WHICH I AM NOT--so don't get any ideas), because I have started to crave these things. 

I had a bag in the pantry and I had nothing else so I started to nibble a few. Well, that was that and I was done. The NEXT morning I dropped Pants off at the babysitter's house and guess what she was doing?! She's an awesome German lady so there is really no telling what she may be doing, but I digress. She was making croutons. MAKING CROUTONS!!!!! FRICKIN'. HOME. MADE. CROUTONS. Why didn't I know that people did that? Anyway, I have been hooked and I have made them TWICE since Wednesday and um.....it's Friday. Tisk, tisk, tisk. 

I am going to hide in the corner now (after I eat the rest of my croutons). 

Single Mom Part 2

So, Shane has been out of town for the past couple of nights. I didn't think that I would be able to handle taking care of Brady and getting ready for work in the morning. To my surprise, all has gone extremely well. I usually have my mom stay the night, but she couldn't this time (and that's okay with me). At first, I was stressed, but it has been so nice spending quiet time with my boy. He hasn't been feeling very well, so he has been a little clingy. When he is a little sicky or teeth are coming in, he will start in his bed and then wake up and only fall back to sleep in our bed. Sometimes it's annoying having to sleep V-E-R-Y still to not wake up your baby, but there is nothing like rolling over to see tiny baby arms thrown behind a little baby head. It's the best way to wake up at night. 

Do single moms get to experience little joys like that all of the time? Just her and her baby? Maybe being a single mom isn't that bad, but I still can't wait until Daddy gets home! 

Single Mom

How do they do it?! Shane is out of town and normally I have my mom come over to stay the night, but I couldn't stand the smoke breaks and the snoring and the detailed recap of her day and the completed list of chores.

So, I have been doing it all by myself. I. Am. Tired. I mean, exhausted! I don't know how they do it! 

To make matters a little bit more tough, Brady has been getting more molars, so he has been sleeping with me after 4ish. How am I supposed to shower in the morning?! I can't leave him in the bed and I would be an idiot to wake him up. 

It's tough I, tell you--real tough. 

Note to Self #325: Never become a single mom.