Stolen

I stole this from my friend Mary's blog.  It's supposed to be an award but I guess she didn't think I was bored special enough to fill it out.  (Apparently no one is, though, because she didn't pass it on.  So we can all be insulted together.  Okay?)  Hee hee.

Rules

1. You Can Only Use One Word
2. Pass this along to 6 of your favorite bloggers
3. Alert them that you have given them this award
4. Have Fun!

The Fun Part:

1. Where is your cell phone? Desk

2. Your hair? Frustrating

3. Your mother? Fun

4. Your father? Wise

5. Your favorite food? Chinese Indian Thai Sushi Asian

6. Your dream last night? Weird

7. Your favorite drink? Pumpkinspicelatte

8. Your dream/goal? Writer

9. What room are you in? Closet Office

10. Your hobby? Writing

11. Your fear? Spiders Roaches bugs

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home

13. Where were you last night? Sleeping

14. Something that you aren’t? Organized

15. Muffins? Please.

16. Wish list item? Patience

17. Where did you grow up? Paris

18. Last thing you did? Sneezed

19. What are you wearing? Black

20. Your TV? Overused

21. Your pets? hairy

22. Friends? Good

23. Your life? Hectic

24. Your mood? Content

25. Missing someone? Yes

26. Vehicle? Broken

27. Something you’re not wearing? underwear glasses

28. Your favorite store? Kohl's

29. Your favorite color? Purple

30. When was the last time you laughed? Today

31. Last time you cried? Dunno

32. Your best friend? PIC

33. One place that I go to over and over? Bed

34. One person who emails me regularly? Dilbert

35. Favorite place to eat? Out

Tagged:
Incidentally, I am glad Mary didn't tag anyone, because she would have tagged most of the following people, which would have meant I couldn't!

• Craig
• Ashley
• Jill
• Kristi
• Reid
• Jaime

Weekly Weird

During your morning commute, there is nothing worse than that first drop of rain.  Why, you ask?  Well, if you are asking that question, I will assume you either a) are a stay-at-home-parent or b) live and work in a small, interstate-free town.  Or village.

Why?  Because the moment it starts to rain, no, sprinkle, no produce a light mist, all traffic on the interstate comes to an instant, complete standstill.  Instant.  Complete.

So (and here is the "weird" part) when that happens, do you ever imagine one person at the very front of the line of traffic suddenly throwing their hands up in the air, screaming, "OH MY GOSH A DROP OF RAIN WHAT DO I DO NOW?" and slamming on their brakes?

I do.  And somehow, despite the potential comic value of such a vision, I seldom laugh.

Or maybe...no.  Never.

The Mind of a Toddler

You just never know what is going through the mind of a toddler.  Until they open their oh-so-innocent little mouths, that is.

My Birdie was in rare form this past weekend.

I did not personally witness the first event, and I think I may be glad of that.  My mother-in-law recounted it to me over the phone later that evening, Saturday evening.  We went to a restaurant with my mother- and father-in-law as well as some good friends of ours and their daughter (who is, of course, also a good friend of ours, but you get the point).

For whatever reason, my father-in-law got to be the one in charge of leading my daughter out of the restaurant, and as they walked out, they were stopped by a lady sitting at another table.  I saw them in there talking, but was already outside putting the Baby Guy in the car.

As my mother-in-law told the story, at one point, my precious little daughter turned to the lady and asked, so sweetly, I am sure, "Are you a girl?"

As I said, I think I may be glad to have gotten that story later rather than having been in a position to bask in the embarrassment first hand.  My father-in-law had that pleasure.

The very next day, the next evening, to be exact, she did it again, although this time it was not embarrassing, just funny.

The evening started with a fun trip to the Louisville Zoo, where we attended their Halloween party.  It was followed by dinner at a restaurant that was new to us, the "Hall of Fame Cafe," located conveniently close to both the University of Louisville and the KY Fair and Exposition Center.

I'll keep things mysterious and let you guess what their main attraction is.

It turned out to be really good (I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, right?) and we plan to go back sometime.  To that end, we quizzed our waiter on when their busy (and, by extension, less busy) times tend to be.

He surprised us by informing us that basketball/football games are not as great a driver of traffic for them (oops, I guess I just gave away their main attraction) as are conventions at the Fair and Expo Center.  For example, the prior Monday, there had been some sort of carpenters' convention going on. "We were slammed," he told us.  "I could barely find the time to take a break."

At this point, he was interrupted by my crazy daughter, who was looking around the table at the rest of us, excited and shocked and, above all, hyper. "Ohhhh noooooooo!" she exclaimed. "Ohh NO!"

We all stopped listening to focus on our little drama queen. "What? What is it?" I thought it was going to be something traumatic and unrelated like her Minnie Mouse shoes had just fallen off - oh the horror. I had no idea she was following the conversation, but, with a shocked, worried, hyper little gasp, she announced, "He bwoke!"

Everyone stared for a moment, then we all cracked up. She laughed too, and wasn't upset, but she was fairly concerned that our poor waiter had been broken. We reassured her that he had been fixed and he was just fine.

I can't wait to see what she will come up with next.