Conversations with Macy

Miss Macy {age 5}

Macy: There's this boy in my preschool class named Dallin. I like him a lot. So I kiss him all the time. Do you have a boy in your class that you like?
Me: {blushing} yes, yes I do have a cute boy in my class that I like.
Macy: Well, do you kiss him?
Me: No, I've never kissed him.
Macy: Well how is he going to know you like him?
Me: ...

Macy: Are you in singing school?
Me: No
Macy: Then you need to stop singing all the time!
{I Love My Lips from Veggie Tales Silly Songs usually stops the negativity about singing}

Ten (or Eleven)Things I Hate About Tuesday

You think it's pretty, huh? Snow is tricksy like that. I bet you wouldn't like driving this either.

I am a firm believer in equal opposites.
I think the Universe is, as well, and felt the need to counteract my happy Tuesday of last week.
Stop here if you don't want me to drag you down into the mire.

1. There is snow.
Everywhere.
Everywhere.
And I had to drive in that nasty stuff.
Please remind me that I love BYU.
Because I hate Utah right now.

2. Even though it is 1 degree out, my room has got to be in the nineties.
Not a lie.

3. The last assignment of the semester (to write a radio script for my advertising class) is hanging over my head.
It's due at 11:00 am and I haven't even been able to think of what product I want to write a jingle for.

4. My phone has done nothing but receive calls today.
No texts (to or from) and no phone calls from my end.
I feel lonely, detached, and ready to trade in a few fingers for the returned use of my phone.
(Cell phone, cell phone you're my heroin...sing along now!)

5. I have been waking up each hour for the past few nights.
No explanation.

6. I feel really fuzzy right now.
Which is mostly synonymous with blue/cloudy/under the weather/Eeyore-like/cranky.

7. I was irresponsible yet again (surprise!) and now plane tickets for Christmas have jumped beyond my price range. And I hate using my credit card.

8. The cute boy I have had a crush on for months has no inclination to ask me out, despite not a few successful and fun interactions.
I am starting to doubt what little feminine charm I thought I possessed.

9. I ate around twenty peanut butter cookies.

10. A certain four year old felt that entertaining her for 4 hours was absolutely necessary, despite the long list that her mother gave me to take care of most certainly proved otherwise. And because I am cranky, I did not appreciate being asked every 5 minutes (not an exaggeration) to provide entertainment.

And because I am cranky, here is another one

11. I was so tired (from being up all night) that I accidentally fell asleep from about 5:00-7:00 pm.
So I'm gonna be up all hours.

Happy post coming tomorrow, so don't fuss.

Order and Toilet Paper

Since I need some sort of order in my hectic life, I think I'm going to start with my blog.
So... Mondays are going to be A-Z and Thursdays in the month of November are going to be Thankful. That's the plan.

Also, remember how I'm kind of a nanny?
Well, let me tell you about Baby's new favorite food: toilet paper, dipped in the toilet and chewed on until I come and make him spit it out.
Disgusting, but he runs into the bathroom every time someone leaves the door open.
I have found him on more than one occasion dipping wads of paper into the toilet and then putting them in his mouth.
I am gagging just thinking about it.
I don't know why things like that appeal to one year old little boys.

Negative Nancy

~Someone used A TON of my milk. Yes, I am lactose intolerant, but I was using this for cooking. And unless it was Heather, I wish they had asked.

~I have a headache

~I am all out of water bottles

~I still have two exams and two papers left this week

~I didn't do so well on my Classical Civilization exam. Quite possible because I didn't read The Odyssey this past week because I have already read it twice this semester.

~I haven't watched X-Files in a week and I am DYING to find out how in the world Scully is pregnant and how she is going to find Mulder.




Alright, so to balance all that out, I need to make a Happy List:

~I am eating a heaping bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal that I just made from real apples and steel cut oats.

~I am alone in the apartment

~I got to sit next to Jonathan last night during the FHE movie (thanks Heather! I owe you!)

~I went up the mountain today. Beautiful. The lake was red from the setting sun and it was silent.

~Macy cracked me up today with her rendition of Luke Bryan's Country Man. And she took out all the garbage without me having to ask.

~I have a house to live in in the fall, and it is amazing! Details to come on that one...

Embarrassing Moment of the Day

I was at work today, and I was vacuuming the stairs while Jody worked on alterations and little Garrett took a nap. Their vacuum has this cool little attachment that you put on the end of the hose, and it's like a little mini that works great for the stairs and other weird places that must be vacuumed. Well, as I turned to lift the vacuum to the next step, I somehow vacuumed up my hair. All the way up, like, two inches from my head. And we all know how long my hair is. It took me a second to find the off button, and then I struggled for a minute, but to no avail because I cannot see the top of my head. So I had to swallow my pride and ask Jody for help. It took her a full 2 minutes to stop laughing hysterically so she could think straight enough to find a screwdriver and take apart that cursed little attachment and slowly unwind my hair.
Who in this world vacuums up their own hair? The hair is fine, but my ego is bruised.

P.S. Jody makes the cutest little aprons. Anyone interested?