*stream of consciousness*

Ok, so the night that Mia blew chunks on our laptop-- in her own words "there was hundreds and hundreds of throw-up" (McDonalds + Pizza + whatever she ate at the football game = pure nasty! Jared was totally on duty, thus the menu. sorry if I grossed you out. Well kind of, because that was my intent.) Anyway, the night of the "event" that put me off-line for a while, my sister Erica and I were headed back from an awesome trip to the city. See her post and pics about that here.

I don't know about you all, but we have been SO busy with parties, play dates, visitors, shopping, decorating, visiting, cleaning, messing up, recovering, hinting, planning... Sometimes I forget to breath and then at the end of the day I hypervenilate for a while until I can get it back together. The kids are tuckered out too. I have to drag Sam out of bed every morning to get ready for school. I am looking forward to tomorrow morning when they can wake at their leisure! And then, we're going to lounge in our PJ's until at least 9:30 and have a real breakfast-- like pancakes and bacon and eggs. I love Saturdays.

So, it's cute when 5 year olds kiss. Just not when it's YOUR 5 year old.
We're in the car. Sam has a little friend with him that we're taking to a birthday party. Here's their conversation on the way there.

Sam: Why'd you do that, honey?
Grace: Did you just call me honey?
Sam: (pause) yeah.
Grace: That's Ok.
Sam: ok, honey.

So they start to refer to each other as "honey". Uh oh, me thinks. Then after the birthday party we are driving home and I decided to stop and put a little air in my tires. After I get in the car Sam's friend says "DON'T tell her!" Sam, "I wont." Me "Tell me what?" Grace "don't tell her!" Well, after a minute it occurred to me. "did you guys kiss?" (giggle giggle) "Yes."

Oh boy. I know it's harmless, but holy schnikes. It starts. Pretty soon Sam's going to ask how babies come into the world. I have it all planned out. "Go ask Dad." or maybe "Go ask Grandpa." yes, good plan! Man. oh man.

So I guess I can't talk. I remember having my first kiss in preschool with a boy named Michael. We had to sit by the bathroom as punishment for kissing. That's about all I remember. I guess I was pretty cute back then. Then I was ugly for about 12 years and didn't have to worry about it. I always loved when the YW leaders would say "personality paints the face" because it gave me a little hope... I am serious, you should see my seventh grade picture-- actually, about all you can see in that picture is the frames of my turquoise glasses and bangs. Don't feel bad for me because I don't. Some of my favorite memories are the ones I tried to erase about 10 years ago. Luckily I kept a journal back then so that I can laugh my guts out now. Here's a little sample for you:

I'm graduated from middle school! Oh my gosh, I just went to the 8th grade dinner dance and had the best time I've ever ever EVER had at a dance or party! It was loud, it was smooth, it was hip, it was happenin', it was the greatest thing ever! Man, it started out kind of a drag, I came late, it started at 6:00 and me, Nicci, and Heidi got there at 6:36 or so. When we got there there wasn't enough room for me and Nicci so we moved to another table. Then those seats got taken. Finally we got our food and found some seats, right next to some SEXY Djs. Ooh baby they were fine! Anyway they gave out awards and as usual they said my name wrong "Alisa" or something. When the dance started is when I got down! At the beginning I was scared to dance -you know- get into it, but when "Connected" by Stereo MC came on I just danced and danced. They also played "Ditty" by paperboy that was awesome too. Man I took my shoes off and I don't even care what people thought of me. I sang and danced and clapped and yelled and whistled! It was just the best time ever! When Amber was taking pictures me and Kristy my cousin were all holding our fingers "peace" and then all these popular cute boys jumped in and I was all talking to them and everything! Man, if everyday was like this I would love it. I just had the greatest time. I had to pay $40 for a new dress and five dollars for a ticket but I had so much fun it was all worth it. I would pay $100 for another night like that. I just let loose and be myself. I loved the dance and didn't want it to end so soon. I'm just so happy. I wish I was still in there sweating away and dancing with all my might to "twist and shout" and "red, red wine" and "rumpshaker", "bow-wow-wow", "sesame street mix", "enter Sandman", "I like big butts", and these other cool songs. Oh gosh I wish this would last forever.

Well, there it is, for the world to see. Initially I wasn't planning on publishing a portion of my 8th grade journal-- and I am sure my 8th grade self is very embarrassed that I would do that to her. But I just think it's so funny-- and can't believe that was me. Will my 80 year old self read my 30 year old self's journal and laugh as hard as I just laughed at that entry?

Well, that's it for the ramblings tonight folks. TTFN BFF LLL LYLAS !!