Last night it got so hot in here it woke me up. So I laid in bed listening to my man hunks breathing rhythm to get me back to bed. It wasn’t until what seemed forever later that I was honing in on a Esperanto breathing getting closer to my ear.
All I pictured was a black muscular beast with horns that forgot to workout their legs, rising on the right side of my face. My initial reaction to anything that scares me is to hit. Instead I whipped my head around opening my eyes,”HA!” Yeeeeeah, not very tactful. I figured if I missed the beast that’d probably make him more mad ya know. Just HA that fool away! =P hey it worked! The beast had fled…… I heard it again moments later from behind me. Turned the other way facing my man hunk. It couldn’t be him. It had to be a little horned beast spawn that can fly. It hovered its way on the other side of me to confuse me. I pressed on my pillow to get further view,”HA!” Ahhh! Melody! She was sprawled out in the perfectly fit-for-her space between our pillows.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
“HA! I didn’t know she was in bed with us. HA!”
“Ummm? I’ll move her in a bit.”
Sooooo when he reads this he’ll know what the hello I was doing lol protecting us, HA!
Last weekend we went to Burlington and Ross at Wonderland Mall. Quest for 13 items. I took one look at the lines, Fiddle fluggers that! All 12 registers backed up into clothing aisles. If I had any items I’d convince myself to get them later, put them on any shelf, and leave. Oh I’ve done it before. I ain’t got time for that. I admire the people who do haha
We walked over to Ross. Anxiety that I’ve never felt before washed over me. Not more than two steps in,”Hun. I’m sorry. I can’t do this!” And walked right back out because it looked like it was beyond capacity. Plus, we never know how MelMel is going to decide to be. It’s never fun to calm a kid in crowded place. It wasn’t THIS bad last year.
Wonderland was having their bazaar. It saved our outing. A one man puppet show that talked to Melody. No idea what was being said other than she’s beautiful and is sweet. Wait until she gets a hold of ya! Lol A lot of smiling and nodding of the head was done ~*~*~ An author was there. A lot of booths selling jewelry, cute hair bows, paintings, some teens beautifully singing that Paramore song”Only Exception”. Took me awhile to register it.
The last thing I expected to see that I got super dupery excited about…….. Instead of taking pictures with Santa (he was there, that jolly man is every where!) you could take holiday pictures with Darth….. wait for it…. Vader! Wearing a Christmas hat. I should’ve done it, but eh! I took a picture of him instead.
Quest of 13 items purchased: 0
Another day! But so much fun.
Today is the first day I’ve ever heard my man hunk…… Wait for it……. Spew!
My man hunk woke up this afternoon feeling horrible eating few day old tamales he was offered at work in the wee hours of the night. WHAT! One does not simply eat tamales if they’re a few days old at work. That’s the one thing I NEVER eat a few days old. Maybe one day if I feel I trust that tamale. Hello, made with a pig’s head.
I gave him crackers, went to get him powerade since he didn’t want 7up or ginger ale. I come back and he’s talking about eating a sandwich with soup. Then IT happened! IT was so pitiful to hear him yack. “No. Just soup. Have you ever been sick to your stomach before!? You don’t eat that! I’m a mom now, trust me!” Lol when you have the mom title, you listen. Mama Shawna in Da Hizouse!
He only had crackers. Then he announces he’s still going to work, too late to call in…… He came home 2 hours later. Ay chico! Not alone, with 2 bags containing Gatorade and a pizza! Did he not hear me !? Lol
“Babe, I need solid food now.”
“Pizza?” Ooooo forget it.
While eating pizza he tells me he’s going to eat Ramon and then soup next…….. He only ate Ramon. Because soup will surely make you sick? =P
But all is swell now! Knock on wood.
Rothenburg is my FAVORITE of favorite places in Germany. This isn’t my capture, but the one I have that I can’t find looks just like this.
A village settled within castle walls. The Christmas Market is wonderful. They’re dressed in their lederhosen and winter German attire. They have their old world pig roasting pits. Roasting chestnut stands. Yes, the Christmas song is true. Traditional music floating through out the air of their main plaza filtering into side alley ways. You begin to feel like you’re in you’re in that era. Until you see tourists running along side the knights riding on horses to take pics lol
It’s also where I tried my first frozen wine. Granted I was 18, wich ruined the hype of drinking at 21 here in America.
They have THEE Christmas Kathe Wohlfahrt (I know I butchered thAt) store open year round!
History tid bit I learned at their museum: The King didn’t want to fight with another king for his castle/village. So they had a drinking contest. The King won so the others moved right along. By the way, I probably told that wrong on account of I’m still tired. Oh! And at a restaurant there they give a vampire tour. Supposedly she’s been there for centuries lurking about.
I’m sooo sleepy. The last time I looked at the clock before I dozed off was 12:40. MelMel was rolling around on bed. Then there was a buzz from my phone saying he wouldn’t be home until a guy showed up for work.
The next 15 mins I laid there building myself up to turn off the Christmas tree and put her in her crib. Then move her toys AKA home security system blocking the front door. So tired, but got up and did it.
All I remember next was that I felt like someone was coming towards me during my tranquil slumber. Out of reflex I popped out of the covers with fist going straight. Tried to open my eyes but couldn’t,”Whoa, babe! Babe it’s me! It’s me. Stop!” I remember only swinging once. He said I kept going saying No lol BING* BANG*POW not hitting anything. Well that’s not going to save our lives if there’s ever an intruder!
I need to plan a new strategy. My body will probably still being do this though lol
Yeah, that last sentence….. Grammar Nazis unite!
It’s finally raining! It was supposed to days ago. C’mon Mother Nature, you know you’re supposed to do what the weather channel says. Get with the program! Tinkle when you’re supposed to tinkle! Tinkle in one area, don’t spray where you’re not supposed too =P it’s okay, I understand.
I really should’ve became a weather woman. I could set up your weekly forecast. If it’s wrong, oh well! It’s the one job you can be wrong about and not get fired for (well most of the time). Weather is unpredictable. But that line isn’t always acceptable for SOME PEOPLE when it comes to kids =P Those “never do anything wrong super parents” drive me cray cray!
As a mom, I guess I’m supposed to have the ability to foresee what MelMel is going to do next. “Well you’re her mother. You know her best.” I know her best, but I can’t always predict every time she’s going to fall or behave different throwing things. She will just be standing there, falls down. Uh, gravity upped it’s force in that one spot real quick? Heck if I know. As for her temperament, She’s only 18months. Like I said before, she goes from happy bouncing around to needing an exorcism in 0.2 seconds. Okay! At any random time. Yesterday she was cheerfully dancing to Barney, grabs her reindeer, starts stomping her feet,”no, No, N0, NO!” I don’t know if Barney did a wrong move to a beat or the reindeer had messed up dancing. I held on to my cross tight =P
Yeah, there’s a handful of times I can see her getting hurt so Im able to prevent it. But like this one time – if she’s standing next to a coffee table, looks down like any other time, but this time slightly bonking her head on the table, making a big stink about it. It’s going to happen! “Weren’t you watching her?” Lol yeah, the whole damn time! – And that’s what would’ve been said to that woman’s response had she asked me. I held my tongue a lot. Now, no! Now I would’ve chimed in. MelMel’s going to learn not to do it again wether by me preventing her or her getting unforeseen ouchies.
Shoot, this is only now. Imagine when she’s a teen. By the time she’s 18, I’ll definitely have the bad parenting thing down. BaHaHaHAAAA hopefully my middle finger will still function by then. =P kidding, I’m not a finger thrower yet.
Thanks to “Mistress Of Chateau Hades” posting about her meatloaf weeks weeks weeks ago, I’ve been hankering for meatloaf!
I was going to post my meatloaf recipe in my blog. I took this picture and the half way cooked meatloaf to put ketchup on top. Cooks until it’s browned. But uh….. Right when I pulled it out I served it without thinking to take a pic. Lol umm go me!
All that’s left is the left butt. Or it could be the right butt if you flip it the other way. Okay, too much thinking.
I must add that it was tastetastical! My mouth became orgasmic “MmmMmm! Awwww!” And my man hunk,”Every bite MMM is MMM just so different MMMMMM packed with flavor! MMM!” Yeah, I’m not mature enough to eat din-din. Good thing Melody was asleep.
MelMel refused to eat it after her nap.Pfft. More for us. She’s been on a chicken tenders binge. Its all she wants for the main course instead of hot dogs, oatmeal, fish/fish sticks, ground beef, sometimes more than noodles! Ay yi yi. One day she will fall in love with zee meatloaf.
I guess I better let my friend know I cooked white people food lol