Wednesday+ Payday= Good Mood!

I hope everyone had a wonderful valentine's day! I know I did. Jeremy got me the best card and a Whitmans candy sampler...he said I could wear my hollywood star sunglasses, in a silk robe and eat the chocolate while lounging...I think hes pretty funny! We went to dinner at Dino's and it was a good choice because they werent that busy. We really had a good time.

My Mom has confirmed what I sadly already knew: Bjourne is a brat dog. I dropped him off at Mom and Dad's so that he wouldn't be in the kennel again. I also dropped off Chick-fil-a salads so Mom and Dad could have dinner and a nice quiet evening at home. Truth be told, by the time Mom gets home from work, shes tired, so she and Dad were perfectly okay with this arrangement. Well, dummy me, forgot that Bjourne has an absolute love of chick-fil-a. He loves their chicken. If I go and hes with me, I have to get enough chicken to share with him or order him his own chicken so he will peacefully leave mine alone. So, Jeremy and I went to dinner and then I went shopping and spent my birthday money, and as we were headed home, I called to let Mom know I was on my way to get my dog. Well, she informs me that Bjourne is a brat. Apparently, while they were eating their salads, they gave Bjourne a pig ear, which he loves more than anything. He didnt want that pig ear, he wanted some chicken. Well, of course, my Dad gave him a little, but it was not enough for Bjourne. My Mom had finally had it with his begging and told him he wasnt getting her chicken and to get over it. Well, that ticked him off, and he jumped on the loveseat, flopped down and sighed. And literally sulked over that chicken. My Mom told him he could just sit there and pout. A few minutes later, Dads cat comes into the living room and starts licking the pig ear and starting to eat it. That makes Bjourne mad again, so he gets down and snarls. Turns out, Dad has to give Lucky a piece of the pig ear as well. I know Bjourne is spoiled. Jeremy reminds me everyday of how I spoiled him. But hes just like a kid..."No, Bjourne, dont put that in your mouth."...."Bjourne, get out of her face."...."Missy, stop hitting him...."..."Bjourne get out of her butt..." ...."Bjourne, out of the kitchen..."..."Do you need a time out?"..."Do you want a spanking??"..."Go lay down and stop chasing the kitten..." Its constant. Its never ending. He truly is like a toddler.

I think I am starting to get Spring Fever. Or a bad case of Martha Stewartitis (which, I've heard can land you in a brace if you're not careful.) I want my house clean. I dont like the way I have this, or I need to redo the flowers to match the season, its getting closer to being spring, so my Christmas flowers are looking out of place. So, I guess eventually I will get around to redoing them considering spring is just around the corner...and suddenly, everyone is wondering where the girl scout cookies are...well, I dont miss those little girl scouts, let me tell you...those #*&@% Girl Scouts. If there were any justice in the world, Samoas would be classified as an addictive substance and anyone who gained more than five pounds on them could file a class-action lawsuit against the little green-skirted capitalists. I need people to stop mentioning them...I'll be craving them and then what? I won't be statisfied until I get them. However, pretty soon they will be standing outside of stores selling them, and I will buy them and its all down hill from there!

I have been wondering a lot lately about how I am going to handle all of Lucas' questioning. If hes anything like me, he will have a million day, or maybe he will be like I was and combine a bunch of different things into one conversation...like..."I have one penis, right, Mama?...Mama, you don't have a penis, right?...It's okay for me to go potty when I need to go, but its not okay for me to hit my friend, right?...thats not very nice...I like ice cream...can I pick my nose?" I didnt say that it would make sense. I just wonder if I will be handle to a volley of these questions...like what I have dreamed about lately. And I wonder if I am going to miss out on all of those wonderful kid things because I have chosen a lifestyle that dictates that Jeremy and I both must work. I dont want to miss his little antics. I envy stay at home Moms. I really do.

Well, its finally happened...my uncle Gerald has made it into my blog. Hes sick with the same disease as my Dad, except his is worse. He lives in Cullowhee, North Carolina, and he is definitely a trip. He told his landlord yesterday that he was tired of him hasseling him. He said some things that were not polite. But the funniest thing I think he said, was, and I quote: "I go next week for my analysis to find out whether I am going to live or die. Now, do you really want to f#$% with me? You better pray that I find out that I am going live, because if not, I am coming for your #$$ and I am going to kill everything in your house. You have goldfish? Well, I am going to squeeze them until their guts pop out and leave them floating in the tank, and you are gonna know who did it. Do you really want to f#$% with me? If I see you on the street, I am going to be on your #$$ like stink on s^&*. I am going to beat the hell out of you. Now, I suggest we play hide and seek, you have until I count to 10 to go hide, and if you are lucky I wont try to find you. Do you really want to f#$% with me?" The guy says no, and wants to know if Gerald is threatening him...Gerald says no I am promising you. So, I guess the guy left. I dont know. Maybe when your days are limited, you just dont care to piss around with people anymore. But I still dont think he should threaten goldfish...but thats Gerald. I just felt that it deserved a space in my blog...and so that I can still laugh over it in a few months when I am home and lonely and feel down about some things.

Well, I am going to wrap this entry up and get back to work!