March 1, 2008

Saturday is a Special Day

And by that, I mean crazy.

First off, I know I'm not a huge fan of American Idol, but everyone keeps talking about this girl from Mesa. Turns out? I know her in really for reals life. Oh yeah, me and Brooke? Went to Cosmetology school together AND she was best friends with my boyfriends sister. So, if that doesn't make me famous, I don't know what will. I'm still not gonna watch, though. But I won't spit venom at the TV every time it's on, either. How nice of me, I know.

Second, Tad went on a "date" with Grandma. And gotta tell you, the dynamics of 3 kids versus 4? Crazy different. Our day was super smooth.

Well, except for this.......

See that? Did you count? 1-2-3-4-5. FIVE staples. Take that Jeremy.

(did you all just try to go there right now? Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! You can't, nyah, nyah, nyah! pbbbbhhhhhht.)
fine. it's an inside joke. sorta. that's my BIL who happened to almost cut his finger off.
Don't you think 5 staples is better?
(Yes, I'm totally comparing head trauma to digits)
I win, right?
Not that I'm saying it's a contest or anything. because it's not. But if it was, we'd totally win.

Moving on....

Yes, I took pictures. Yes, I am that mom. Sorry for all the blood, hopefully none of you passed out at your desks. Meanwhile, the doctor and nurse were very patient and encouraging of my picture taking. I don't know if they thought I was crazy and were trying to appease me, or if they genuinely would've done the same thing. Who cares? The point is, I have pictures for evidence. Evidence for what? I'm not sure, but in 27 years, when we're discussing scars over late night dinners, in all my grand-mammy gloriousness, I want proof for my grandbabies that I did not, in fact, inflict bodily harm on their parents, despite what they may have heard. And by golly, I have the pictures to prove it. (That's not what your dinner discussions are like? Really? You should come to some of my family dinners. They're hilarious like that. Accusations flying wild, in a nice, I grew up with you, that's not how it really happened, sort of way....)

Also, I feel like I'm typing on crack. I have the shakes and feel like I'm pounding out 1,000 words a minute. I'm probably typing slowly but you know, it doesn't feel like that. In other news, isn't the slow motion feeling bizarre? It's surreal, like, check me out, I'm moving so slow and I don't know why - oh! oh! starting to speed up........

and momentum lost.