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    September 26

    Dreams.

    Here's one for the dream analysts out there. I don't often remember my dreams. The last one I still remember was when I was not yet sure that I was pregnant with my son and I was so anxious to know I guess I couldn't even stop thinking about it in my sleep. And then there's one from when I was a kid that I still remember only because I had it more that once. Anyways last night I had this dream where I found out that my husband had been having an affair, didn't love me any more and obviosly hadn't for some time. So (in my dream) I told him I would move out and went back home to pack my things. And then I had to get up so that was as far as it went. Anyways it was totally weird and creeped me out, to say the least.
    September 23

    Another year down the drain.

    Well, I finally had to break down and change my profile. You see, yesterday I turned 33. But that's depressing so I waited until today to change it. You see, today my husband turns 34
    September 10

    Bubble Wonderful.

    First of all Cameron wants to type something. jikhkkkkkkkhhhh/;;;h9g0;;;;;;lklkl lllllg w6w666666rr. And there you have it, the wisdom of a 4 year old. 0070700hllll;;;;;;k;;;l;l;l;;;;;;;;;;;;;k;;k;;k;;;;;;k;;;k;k;k;k. The meaning of life, if only we could decipher it. oophp;;;h;;h;h;;;;;;;;;ubbbbbb9ggo;;;;;;. It is amazing how a bottle of soap and a bubble wand can hold my son's attention. It's the simple things, I guess. He has been crying and whining all day about this and that and he wanted to go to bed even before it was time to have his medicine. Everything I try he has just been miserable. I can't let him go to bed that early, he will wake up in the wee hours of the morning when the rest of us are trying to sleep and not go back to sleep. Besides, he had his medicine late this morning and I don't want to give it to him too early or it will screw up his system. So I have been postponing it and just when I am ready to finally give in, he is in the cupboard for some reason and spies the bubbles. I'm thinking, just for a minute... well it was the one thing that stopped him from whining and actually got him laughing for a change so we kept on blowing bubbles and popping bubbles and blowing bubbles and popping bubbles. Now my kitchen floor is a little stickier (I won't say sticky because it already was) and there are a few spots of clean where bubbles landed and there is a peace within him that I have not seen yet today. Nothing like popping bubbles to calm you down. Maybe that's why I enjoy bubble wrap so much.  
    September 07

    It could have been worse.

     It could have been much worse. Today was my son's first day of Kindergarten. There were many reasons for me to be worried about this. For starters I was not sure that either he or I were ready for this. I'm still not sure. Then he has to take the bus. Granted, his sister is with him but then again that could be a problem too. They don't always get along. Plus the responsibility is on her to get him to his teacher who she doesn't know (I sent a note to her teacher yesterday to please introduce them, but it didn't happen) and she can be rather bossy when she is in charge and he can be rather stubborn (now picture her dragging him across the schoolyard trying to find his teacher). And to top it all off he has been very much a home body lately and I was very worried that he would just kick and scream and refuse to get on the bus. Anyways I tried to make sure he stayed excited about it. It was a very rushed morning (my husband just happens to be out of town too) right up to the last second. We were almost doing ok until he sneezed on his brand new shirt. And not just a little bit either. I had to get him a new shirt. At this point I shipped my daughter outside to let the bus driver know we were almost ready, just in case she got there in the meantime. So I get him a new shirt. "I gotta go potty" he says and I was just about ready to pull my hair out. He has the worst timing. Yes it's good that he is telling me he needs to go potty, but seconds before his bus is due to show up? So just as we are going out the door the bus gets there. I grabbed his coat and bag and he runs down the driveway, still very excited mind you because there hasn't been time for it all to register in his little mind. Until he gets on the bus and looks back at me with that look. He knows that I am not going with him. But I gotta give his sister alot of credit because she took his bag and him and they sat down and she must have got him  to his teacher ok too. She was such a good big sister and I am so proud of her. And I guess the day went ok because I didn't get any phone calls. I was home when the bus got  home and again my daughter led him off the bus and held his hand across the street (they just about ran across until the bus driver blew her horn at them, and that got thier attention pretty fast). He told me all about the Gingerbread man they made and how they went for recess and when they came back in he was gone and they had to find him. Maybe he deserves more credit than I give him. But it's my job to worry, and I do it so well.
    September 06

    My bear Mortimer.

    Just a quick blog to point out that I have added pictures of my bear Mortimer (he is very dirty). He is from the "Shirt Tales" and some day maybe I will find out what his real name is. Unless anybody knows, then please feel free to let me know. Thanks.
    P.S.
    I will work on the  "and friends" part later. You would be surprised how many friends he has.
    September 01

    My Date

    So I went on a date. Big deal. Actually it was a "girls night out" with the girls from work. We went to see Pirates of the Carribean with (drool)  Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow. Good movie, although it was long and I sat a little too far down the rows of seats and had to look up at the screen. It's funny because he is such a pansy pirate but thats what makes him so sexy. Oh well there will have to be another movie because they set it up so well, so we will have another drool fest next time too. By the way I was working on a real blog this morning on my way to work this morning and I was going to write it down when I got there. So I didn't tell my husband what it was about and I forgot to write it down thus now I have forgotten it. But it will come back to me.  Eventually.