Thursday is a sneaky day. It is not an overly anticipated day. It is not the beginning, middle, or end of the week. It is just a day…a random day, so the perfect day for Random Thoughts. =)
Today I decided to actually do yoga rather than just think about doing yoga. Lately I have been weirdly hurting myself & I am blaming it on being out of the habit of doing yoga instead of the fact I’m closing in on 31. hehe During this morning’s yoga session, which should last about 45 minutes after fast-forwarding through all the commercials, Grayson sat in his high chair nicely eating breakfast. He would ask me ‘What doing Momma?’ and I would respond with ‘yoga’ half the time since I don’t know the names of most of the poses. After about 25 minutes or so I let him down from his chair. By this time I am sweating, popping every time I move, and struggling not to fall over. Grayson feels that this is the perfect time to attack me. He proceeds to climb on me if I am in any position that more than one limb is touching the floor. I “reluctantly” give in, and end my yoga session for the day. He then decides he wants to yoga, and takes over my mat.
For today’s trip down memory lane we are going to reference something I did as a kid in relation to what my kids have done. When I was 4 or 5 and hanging out at my Grandma’s house for the day, I decided I needed to trim my bangs. I think most kids take this task on at some point in their lives. My make over resulted in crooked bangs…that is all. My kids take this to a whole new level. Here is what they looked like a few weeks before their self induced make overs.
I’ve decided to forgo Funny Story Friday today, and vent a little…well, kind of vent. As some of you know we’ve gone through a lot of crap, mostly based on bad decisions we have made in the past. Some of these decisions occurred before we were even married, so yeah…it’s been awhile. Over the past few weeks, we have been dealing with Realtors (technicalities), lawyers regarding our finances, and Greg’s mom. I don’t want to come across as the typical wife that doesn’t get along with her husband’s mom, because this is not the case. I have tried, but she has embraced Greg’s ex-wife rather than me, and I’ve accepted it. I’ve moved on. I am unconcerned about whether she likes me or not, approves of my parenting skills, or wants to be a grandmother to my son and daughter. I made the choice at the beginning of the year (in place of New Year’s Resolutions – which I cannot keep) to no longer take part in the drama that they feed on. This drama came to a head this week that was unavoidable (I am thankful I was not directly involved) and forced Greg into some unwanted realizations. I realize that hearing these juicy tidbits of information would make this post much more interesting, but since it doesn’t directly deal with me, I cannot divulge any of those. Sorry! I am doing my best to comfort and support my husband during this time, but dang it’s hard. So hard not to call people up and tell them what they are doing to other people, how their words are creating wounds that may heal but will always be there. But I am staying on the sidelines, fighting to keep my mouth shut and the tears in, and praying.
Well, today snuck up on me somehow and I am totally unprepared…soooooo…’Random Thought Thursday’ is REALLY random. If you’d like to post your own random thoughts in the comments section feel free. I have come to the realization that I actually have readers other than my husband who are lurking on my site not leaving me comments….shame on you! =) I do love ya though…keep coming back!! Okay…on to randomness.
Because of our little trip down memory lane on Monday, I began reminiscing of all the ridiculous things I have done over the years. One that really sticks out happened a few years ago on Black Friday. Usually we go to Texas over Thanksgiving holiday to spend time with my family there. Which in turn, makes available to me countless stores, other than Wal-Mart, to shop at during the Black Friday deals. This particular year, we decided to go to Foley’s first since they were offering a $20 gift card to the first 200 people through the door. After receiving our gift cards without being trampled, we wandered around the store looking for SOMETHING for $20.00. I wanted to buy my husband something for Christmas, but could find nothing for $20.00 or less. Well, we decided to buy ourselves some panties after searching for gifts for others. I mean, who said we couldn’t buy ourselves a gift? Now picture this, my sister and I rummaging through countless pairs of panties trying to find 3 pairs we liked in our size. It always seems that my size is sold out. I am 5’0 between 115 & 120 lbs. I am not a “normal” sized person, so why is my size never available? Do all the shorties decide to shop the day before me? Do they stock a minimal number of items in my size? Okay…enough of that rant…back to the story.
Well, I had a post all written but have decided to save it until tomorrow. Instead, I am going to wish my little brother, Dylan, a Happy Birthday. Back when I was about 4, I asked my parents for a little brother. When I was 5 1/2 I got my wish. February 10, 1984, Dylan Watters Irby was born. He was 7lbs something, and to me was a tiny wish came true. Once I realized that babies are little blobs that don’t do anything but cry, eat, and poop, I wasn’t too enthused. Where was this friend that would play outside in the dirt with me, play trucks, and finger paint? Instead I had this little being that pulled my hair and peed on me. (A couple years later I asked for a baby sister…and got that too.) As we got older, we fought like crazy. I do remember times where I tried to protect him from things such as bullies on the bus. Since I was so much older, I felt like a superhero. Then there were times when he would intentionally get me in trouble. From my room I would hear, “Mom!! Jesse hit me!”, then “Jessica Marie! You’re grounded!” Nice…I wasn’t even in the same room with the brat. =) I also remember things I did that were wrong, like hitting him & just picking on him in general. But he was my little brother, so it was my duty to torture him…right? There was a time when I was worried about the man he would grow up to be. Times when there was trouble in school, trouble at home, trouble with the *ahem* police. Were these to be a precursor to his future, or were they just a phase? At the time, I would say ‘just a phase’, but would worry that it was just building to worse things. I thank God that it was ‘just a phase’. Dylan has grown into a good man. He has a wonderful girlfriend that I hope will someday (soon *hint, hint*) be my sister-in-law, he has his “babies” – 2 chihuahuas, is a talented musician, and is crazy smart. He has huge potential & is successful in anything he attempts. I am excited to see the future of this man…my baby brother.
Okay, for our trip down memory lane today I am going to reference a memory from childhood. My dad was a fantastic dad when we were kids, once I hid adolescence we hit a bit of a bump…which could be contributed to my parents going through a divorce, but our relationship now is excellent. Anyways, what has brought on this trip down memory lane was a single phrase during a texting war we had following the recent ice storm. This phrase was “Wazza Meow”. Now, to the outside world, this is gobbledygook…but to me, this was a flashback to simpler times. Times before your family had recording equipment, amps, and equalizers…times when “jamming” consisted of singing into a microphone your dad had propped up in one of his Tony Lamas so you wouldn’t have to hold it while he played “There’s A Hole in the Bottom of the Sea” on his 1968 Hummingbird…times when your dad tucking you in and your bedtime ritual was the highlight of your day. ”Wazza Meow” was my response to my dad when I was a kid and he would tuck me in and say “Hasta mañana“. During this silly texting back and forth about when we had gotten electricity back, he had included “Wazza Meow”. This nonsense phrase actually brought tears to my eyes…the fact that he remembered that which I thought had been forgotten long ago was so touching. Below is the actual goofy texts we had going on for about an hour…you have to keep in mind that my dad is a nut & the apple didn’t fall that far from the grapevine.
Being stuck in the game room for what seemed like eternity with 3 of our 4 kids, in hindsight was pretty fun. We played a lot of games…UNO, Sorry!, Scrabble, Cranium Family Fun, Monopoly Cards, Candyland, Memory, and a torturous 2 hour+ game of Trivial Pursuit – Genius Edition. Nothing makes you feel more like an idiot than thinking Muggsy Bogues was a mobster…and being informed he was actually a basketball star. Or answering Sugar Ray Leonard to EVERY boxing question…knowing that eventually it would be right…and it wasn’t. The saddest thing was we intentionally picked the orange sports category every chance we got because it was the easiest. I have no idea how I won…guess I really am a genius. hehe I will admit defeat in UNO though…Greg was the master, and he is fantastic at card tricks. The kids were repeatedly amazed and have not stopped asking for magic tricks.
As you who follow me on Twitter know, we had a big ice storm here & were without power for 149 hours. This meant that we had no hot water, and the only heat we had was a small propane wall heater in our game room. We were lucky in the fact that it was our off week with the kids and the first day it was just Greg, Grayson, & I. K & K’s mom sent Kylie to stay with us on day 2, and Trinity came on day 4. So, at one point there were 5 of us in one room passing the time making sock puppets and playing various games. (I must make note that Greg and I played a torturous game of Trivial Pursuit that I had picked up at a yard sale and didn’t realize it was the genius edition…it was like a 2 hour game that made us feel like idiots most of the time. I won.) Greg amused the kids with card tricks…which he is really good at, we have a propane stove, so I was able to cook by flashlight. The first night was really the worst, I think. While laying on a futon mattress in the floor of the gameroom, looking out the skylights, you could hear what sounded like a war going on outside. Loud cracks, and then what sounded like shattering glass raining down all around us. It sounded alot like fireworks…this was also coupled with the occasional shotgun blast by our neighbors. This sound was tree limbs succumbing to the weight of the ice, or trees being completely uprooted and falling over in our yard. Pic is of the kids climbing tree…aka our plum tree.