Sunday, March 31, 2013

Friday, March 29, 2013

Inserting foot in mouth (yet again)...

So, there has been a series of rapes near my neighborhood, and my sweet next door neighbor, Becky, has been sort of living in fear that she might be next.  But then the news reported that all the victims have been in their 20s and early 30s, and Trevor mentioned that Becky didn't fit the rapist's profile.

And, well, I thought Becky would like to know this so she could sleep better at night.  So I told her.  JUST LIKE THAT.  Because I am an idiot.

It never occurred to me that I had just essentially told my neighbor that she was old.

And, as Trevor pointed out over the weekend, that "the rapist didn't want her".

(Which I don't think is a bad thing, by the way.)

Apparently, I do stuff like this all the time.  I think I'm being helpful or trying to make conversation, but I'm just being an accidental jacka$$.

Sigh.

Like a couple of weeks ago when someone asked me if Trevor and I wanted more children and, if yes, when, and I responded with, "Yes, but I want to be done breeding by 35."  I then rambled on and on about how 35 is creeping up on me, and how I'll be 33 this summer.  And, OMG, when did I get so old?!

Turns out the girl I was talk to - who I previously thought was in her mid to late 20s because she is married to a friend of my younger brother - is actually 34.  And, well, she thinks I'm doing pretty well since she "doesn't have any kids yet".

Sh*t.

Maybe next year I'll give up talking to people for Lent.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Banner obviously looks like Trevor, BUT....

Me circa 1981

Please pass the ketchup...

When I was in my second trimester of pregnancy with Banner, I craved ketchup. I'm pretty sure I blogged about it back then, but I can't find the entry. Anyway, the most vivid memory of my near compulsive NEED to consume absolutely ridiculous amounts of tomato-based condiments took place when I was visiting some of my high school besties in Martha’s Vineyard in June of 2011. I literally ordered fries at every meal so I could have a socially acceptable vehicle in which shovel copious amounts of ketchup into my pie hole.

Y’all. Trust me. It wasn’t pretty.

In fact, there may have been a moment of sheer weakness – before my French fry order could be filled one afternoon – when one of my friends caught me squirting a ketchup packet into my mouth behind a tree when I thought no one was looking.

(Definitely not one of my finer or prouder moments. Almost two years later, and I’m still disgusted with myself.)

(It is also a true testament to friendship that Anna still loves and accepts me after seeing that. Because it was about one hundred different ways of EW.)

The funny thing about the whole thing was that I’ve never been an especially big fan of ketchup. I mean, I’ll occasionally dip a fry in the stuff, but I’m usually more of a salt and pepper kind of girl. But throw in a few pregnancy hormones and my desire for ketchup that summer was borderline pathological. Thankfully, once I gave birth, the craving disappeared and I no longer found myself wanting to sneak hits of ketchup in the alley like a heroin addict.

Banner, though? Well, we let him try some over the weekend for the first time, and later discovered him licking his fingers and sucking it off of a piece of bread with a look of pure joy and exhilaration on his face. I’m pretty sure we’ve created a monster. 


I can’t help but feel more than a little responsible...

For my father and brother...


Monday, March 25, 2013

Being with my family for extended periods can be exhausting...and a little confusing

Amy:  "Do Sham Wows really work?"

William:  "Yes."

Dad:  "What?"

Me:  "She's asking about Sham Wows."

Dad:  "What's that?"

Me:  "You know?  A shammy?  No?  Hey, Amy...do you see a Sham Wow in there?"

Amy:  "Yeah.  Want it?"

Me:  "Maybe.  I think dad needs a visual."

Dad:  "No I don't.  I know what it is.  I shot one once."

Amy:  "What?"

Me:  "You shot a washcloth?"

Dad:  "What are you talking about?"

Me:  "No.  What are you talking about?"

Mock Easter Egg Hunt (Take II)...

Banner is looking at about 15-20 deer in Mimi's backyard.





The haul.

My little "reader"...



Bedhead for the hair impaired...

Three dogs, one bed...


And to think we brought down extra dog beds
 this time so they could spread out!

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Swoon...




An afternoon at the dam (a photo blog)...



Not a lot of water.

Same height as everyone else!



The tractor that got stuck.


Teddy checking out the cleaning-out-the-dam progress.



LOVE those cheeks!

Banner LOVED the tractor.


Pilgram

Awesome Pawsome








Just like grandpa.
(Sort of)