Landon saves the day!

I'm sitting here, contemplating my day, wondering what to "blog" about. (I just noticed that I put the word "blog" in quotes a lot, either on paper or with real, live, finger waggling air quotes. I won't apologize about it nor will I change it....yet. It's a reflection of how I feel about "blogging". Maybe when I become a real, live "blogger" I will do so. Until then, I guess this "blog" impostor will just keep finger waggling!!)
-ON WITH THE STORY!!
Let's see....Highlights of my day!
First, my good and forgiving friend came over for a play date ( I will get to the forgiving part soon enough).
I think play dates are my new thing! With this stinkin' economy stomping all over me and mine, Lord knows, my wallet could use a break from the constant and demanding "outings" that Landon and I take on a daily basis!
Bein' da hard wookin', slavin' muddas that we is, we spent da day playin' scrabble whilst the chillins played out yonda. (I know, can you BELIEVE we could attempt it, with that language?)
Now, mind you, I absolutely MUST play with a stimulant of choice (legal of course). That is the only way that my brain kicks on. (For some reason, the day I had Landon, any and all brain function ceased to exist.)
Now my friend ain't no dummy. She puts up a good fight! (she also has some wicked mind reading skill and knows just where to put her tiles to screw my game up!!) But I ain't done half bad either!!!! I swear....maybe, just maybe my medulla oblongata (don't think I spelled that one right, though. Oh well, spell check didn't get it either, so who's the dummy now?!) might be dusting itself off and turning on the juice again!
It's a nice feeling to discover I still have a brain in that cavern up there.
Well, long after they'd gone....
I was hanging around the house, paying bills and doing other housewifely things when I get a phone call at 6pm.
A flippin' reminder of the homeowners board meeting!!!-at 7p.m.!!!!
So, freak out, I did!
Landon had just woke up from his nap and he was a little grumpy (to be expected). I had no sitter. I wasn't prepared!
I needed to feed the kid, change, find a sitter, tell the kid that I wasn't going to be there that evening!!!! And all in about half hour..by the time I finally settled down enough to think straight.
Luckily my friend came to my rescue and took Landon for the evening.
So, I'm running around like an idiot, practically throwing dinner at him, telling him to eat another bite every two seconds- between trips from my closet to the kitchen to make sure he hadn't picked THAT EXACT MOMENT to choke on a tidbit of food, telling him to get shoes & coat on, does he have to potty?, Does he need a drink, etc.; Landon remained CALM!
I couldn't believe it. My baby boy, who normally has a toy finding emergency every time we leave the house, cooperated.
The best part is what happened when I picked him up this evening. I put him in the car.
Strapped him down.
I took his little face in my hands and stroked his little cheek and told him "thank you for being such a helpful and behaving boy tonight, I'm so proud of you and you made this evening go so much better!"
Do you know what my 3 year old said to me?
He took my face in his little hands, stroked my little cheek and said "thank you mommy, you did so good tonight, too. I'm so proud of you!" Then he gave me a wet, sloppy kiss.
It's moments like that, that really stick in your head.
I'm soooo glad that for once, I chose to encourage him to get off his hiney and get ready with positive language instead of the more negative verbiage that I normally use. (if you don't, then I'm gonna)
Hopefully, next time I will remember this lesson. And give my son credit, where credit is due.

Blessing #3

I'm really not a religious person. Don't get me wrong.... I'm not saying I'm atheist but I am agnostic or more appropriately ignorant of any higher power, at this point in my life.
Judge if you must. I'm o.k. with that.
My point is...when I say "blessing" I don't refer to any Higher power or think that he/she should receive credit for said blessing. Really, if there is a God, I don't think he would be concerned about whether or not I run today. Or if I've made friends in Texas. Or any such trivial thing that current religions seem to think that God is responsible for. If God exists, he's more concerned about war or famine, really a much larger scheme of things. (feel free to try to convince me otherwise. Sorry but I've had a few years to formulate questions and arguments for his existence without many answers)
But that is not where I was going tonight.
I've spent a couple of days coming to the conclusion that I've made real friends in Texas!
Yeah, that right! I've got "GIRLS" or "PEEPS"!
I'm not any good at making friends. Not the real kind that you tell your "deep, darkies" to.
I make ....acquaintances. People that you can laugh with, have a good time with. Not people that you can cry with or get trashed with (and wake up the next day and they still like you).
In Washington it took me YEARS!!! Literally YEARS to make the friends I have. (and ohhhh, how I miss my WA Peeps!)

Does saying things like "deets" and "peeps" make this Mom look like a wanna be....kid?

Again...I digress. Yes, I use that a lot, too.

What amazes me is that they ARE still around. Despite my insane behavior of late. :)
I must be a VERY LUCKY GIRL!!!!
You gals know who you are cause I probably spend hours texting, talking or hanging with you! You've seen me at my worst and ya just keep coming back!

Thanks for making Texas my new home. Thanks for making it easier to leave my old home. Thanks for just putting up with me!!! Luv Ya Lots!.......(OK, that WAS dorky!!! :)

Heeeere Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!

I'm sitting here, on this cold and blustery Texas morning, trying to find motivation to go run. Have I mentioned that it's cold and blustery?

Yes, I do have a newish treadmill that is currently stationed upstairs is the warm and cozy playroom. That is besides the point.
So, now I'm using this blog for procrastination! :)

But I'm not going to talk about running...AGAIN!

Let's seee.....

Playing Mouse!

Oh, how I love to play mouse!
Need some explanation?

Mouse is the game I play when the cat is away!!!
In other words, when my husband has to travel for work and actually leaves the house in my ..."care". ( I use that term lightly)

Don't get me wrong. I appreciate all that he does. That bringer of bacon, to our household. (That's what we tell our son...Daddy's going to bring home the bacon) But it is SOOOOO nice to have a week or so, every now and then, all to myself. To leave messes where I want to. To have TV dinners, instead of real home cooked meals. To get the TV ALL to MYSELF! To go to bed and not listen to snoring all night. To sleep in if I feel like it. Instead of letting HIM sleep in.

In other words I get to be a lazy slob this week!!!! YAY!!! This is going to be a Really good Week!!

Don't get me wrong....Come Thursday or Friday I'll be bored or need something fixed and hoping he 's home soon.


.................Maybe?

You Can't catch me...I'm the Gingerbread Man.... er, Woman

I just gotta say, "The new(ish) treadmill Rocks!!!!
Who woulda thunk that I would actually LIKE running????
Officially, it's not all out running yet. Actually, 2 months ago it was walk/running due to the fact that I was literally walking more than running. Today, I graduated to RUNNING more than walking!!!! YAY ME!!!!
5k here i come!
There's no stopping me, once I get my stubborn, bull headed self, involved. That might sound like a bad thing....but I kinda like that girl.There's no stopping her. No one can get in her way. She makes up her mind and she's outta here! Flippin' the bird to anyone who says "you can't.."
Yep, she's a cool cat! I'm gonna have her come out to play more often, I think. (have I ever told you I'm a quitter?? I'm sure we'll touch on that later)
NOT ONLY THAT but yesterday I got to play Wii fit with my friend(yes the slave driver friend....she's kinda like having a personal trainer you never wanted, kicking yer arse to things you never wanted to do. Then, suddenly outta the blue, you realize....she's kinda good for ya. She doesn't let that quitter girl come out to play). Again, I digress.
So the Wii....well, I hurt a little. Which is probably making her laugh right now, cause I TOTALLY KICKED HER ARSE at boxing, golf and bowling. (actually I really only kicked it at boxing but I wanted to rile up her nasties a little more. She gets her mean on and WATCH OUT!....Don't tell her that when I get competitive, I'm twice as nasty! I LIKE TO WIN!!!!)

I'm done now. I know that was a sudden ending. I know there's no real train of thought to follow here. But again, this is my blog and if ya don't like it.....STOP READING.
Besides, I hafta go shower these smellies off!
......I guess you could count my RUNNING as Blessing number 2!

Counting blessings

O.k. So. About this blogging thing.
Where do I start?
Honestly, I'm really not sure why I have decided that I should start a blog. I have nothing of any consequence to say. I have no profound thoughts or ideas that should be shared with the masses. I haven't any funny jokes to tell you...I can barely get through a Knock, Knock Joke without totally blowing it. ( I attribute this to my "baby brain", you girls know what that is. Though, why it started before I was pregnant, I'll never know)
The best I can figure...I need an outlet. Sounds easy enough, right? RIGHT (you're probably exclaiming, loudly as you stamp your foot and pound your fist on the table. ...."Please, Please, Please quit badgering me with your constant brooding and foul moods" you're thinking)
So...This is my attempt.
Actually, a moody person, I'm not. I'm "Happy Amanda", "Bubbly Girl". I'm always smiling, quick to laugh, loves a good time, take life by the horns, rolls with the punches, kinda girl. But alas, here we are.
So my new blog could be considered the boot straps by which I haul myself off of the sometimes stinky, definitely nasty, altogether to many yuckies....ground in which I've groveled, lately. ( too wordy for you???? well....I've decided that I feal smarter when I muck up my "blogging" with lots of description. I figure if you haft to re-read a paragraph 3 times, you may be less likely to fall asleep. LOL! (yes, I really LOL-even if it was a quiet laugh out loud)
So....to count my blessings.
First and foremost: I have an awesome life with a great guy and a genius for a child!
I know, you're thinking....."Genius? Really? What mom doesn't think her kids a genius". To that I hafta tell ya (being somewhat of a braggart when it comes to my son), Landon is 3.5 years old and just scored the highest possible score for the children's IQ test..... SEE???? PURE GENIUS!! (OK, not savant but still I'd much rather a smart child than a pretty child, right? Haven't we all learned by now that our looks can't get us everywhere???)
Not only is he a genius, he is the sweetest little guy. Who knew that I would EVER love something THIS MUCH!!!??? I mean, really, before I had a kid, I use to calmly explain to people that I LOVED my dogs "SOOO MUCH". I did, I really did and still do. But this little boy who is starting to look more and more like me every day, who gestures with one hand on his hip and the other palm up and pointing (kinda like a little teacup....short and stout :) JUST LIKE I DO, Who says "Mom it's so frustratin' when...blah, blah, blah! How was I to know that he would wrap me up so tight that all I live for, some days, is that little face and seeing it smile!
I could go on and on about Landon. But I'm stopping now.
I'm tired of counting my many blessings...yes, ALREADY! I have many, many blessings. But I'm tired and I don't want this blog to be all about me, ya know?
So, I think I'll retire to my very cozy and snuggly bed, dream a little dream and start this blog over, tomorrow. Maybe then I'll have something interesting to say........
But probly not.

Ohhh, the pressure!!!!

So, I 've been informed that I HAFTA HAVE A BLOG! ( by my slave driver friend...so of course, how do I refuse?)
So here is my lame and juvenile attempt at my first blog. :) I apologize in advance for putting you to sleep. Then again...I didn't force you to be here so it's your own damn fault.
Maybe it's late and you can't sleep? Come here. I personally guarantee that you will be asleep quicker than any sleeping aid known to man..or woman.
At any rate, (you will soon find that I use that phrase often. I don't know why but it is what it is. But I digress) don't expect much from this, here blog. Don't expect interesting. Don't expect anything. You get what you get!!!
I will officially sit down and "BLOG" later. Seeing as how my slave driver friend is sitting here, waiting for me to finish this, right now. I'm afraid she's gonna get out the whip. I really don't like when she gets out the whip............