Conversation with Allison

Allison: "How old are you?"
Me: "For real?"
Allison: "Yes."
Me: "33"
Allison: "Pretend I'm 34 and you're 33. I'm your mother because I'm older than you."

Later....

Allison: "I'm marrying my baby."
Me: "You are marrying your baby? What does that mean?"
Allison: "It means that you put your baby under your shirt, dress, skirt, or pants. Your baby stays in your tummy for a while. Then you lift your shirt and pop, your baby comes out."
Me: "Oh. Okay."
Allison: "Do you want to marry your baby?"
Me: "Sure."
Allison: "Okay. Put Maura under your shirt."
I put my baby doll under my shirt.
Allison: "Let's put blankets on our stomachs to keep our babies warm in our tummies."

Getting to Know Meme...

I stole this meme from my sis.

Hi, my name is Amy

But you can call me Amy.

Never in my life have I gotten a bikini wax.

When I am nervous my heart beats really fast.

The last song I listened to was I can't remember.

If I were to get married right now, it would be in Hawaii.

My hair is getting long.

When I was four, I don't remember what I did. I guess I just played.

Last Christmas Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus stopped at our house and took pictures with my children and in-laws.

I should be getting ready for bed.

When I look down I see my sexy legs.

The happiest recent event was lying on the football field being tickled by my children.

If I were a character in Friends, I’d be Phoebe because she's comfortable with her quirky self.

By this time next year, I will have gone camping.

My current distress is forcing myself to exercise.

I have a hard time understanding tragic events.

There are these girls that make me smile.

If I won an award, the first person I would tell is Matt.

I want to buy some new bed sheets.

I plan on visiting San Antonio for Christmas.

If I could spend the night at any house, it would be my parent's.

The world could do without Paris Hilton & Britney Spears.

The most recent thing I bought myself cinnamon stix from Auntie Annie's Pretzels.

The most recent thing that someone else bought for me was lunch at Ixtapa.

My middle name is Schultz.

In the morning, I get the kids ready for school.

Last night I played with Allison and Isaiah.

There is this guy I know who is amazingly talented.

If I was an animal, I would be a sea otter because I would get to lounge in the water all the time.

A better name for me would be Aim (my oldest sister calls me this).

Tomorrow will be an early start since I'm doing the Race for the Cure.

Tonight I am going to bed early (hopefully).

Nasty Undies

Matt brought some clean laundry up to our bedroom to put away. He found a pair of my underwear and threw them at Allison saying, "Ew, nasty undies!" Allison, on the bed, asked if they were nasty. I, sitting at my desk near the bed, replied that they were clean. So what does she do? She throws the underwear at me. So I throw them back at her. Thus began the game of Nasty Undies. My goal was to get the underwear to hit her somewhere on the head. Her goal was to just hit some part of me. She was gut rolling every time I got her in the face. Each time we threw the underwear we would say, "Ew, nasty undies!"

Now you know our sense of humor! Hee hee.

Communication 101

Isaiah said 'Daddy' tonight for the first time!

He says the following:

cah = car
dah-ee = doggie
ma-ma-ma = mom

He signs more, water, eat.

He grabs for my hand when he wants me to come with him.

He puts his finger to his lips and nose and says, "Shhh."

He points to the parts of his face when we ask him to. For nose, he touches his nose and then sticks his finger in his nostril. Then he points to my nose and then tries to put his finger in MY nostril.

He hits or head butts my head and then laughs hysterically.

Cheap Ass Craigslisters!

I put seven items on craigslist for sale and listed them at a decently inexpensive price considering the quality the majority of them were in. After a week and a half, I sold four of the items and I had to reduce the prices. I am sorely disappointed because the toys are in such excellent condition that they are worth more than what the cheap ass craigslisters paid.

Who cares if I'm one of those cheap ass craigslisters!

Okay, I'm over it.

B-day

Instead of going to Spokane for a sisters weekend, I decided to stay home and celebrate my birthday with my family. The morning started out with Matt taking care of Isaiah (he woke up early) and then all of us getting ready to go to Corvallis. There was no "Happy Birthday, Mommy." or "Happy Birthday honey". Instead there was the usual "You need to get dressed." and "Where are your shoes, Isaiah?"

I mention this minute little fact to my mom when she called me. So when Allison got on the phone with her Allison listens for a while and then she says to me, "Happy Birthday." Gee, thanks, Mom. She tried.

Finally, in the car, an opportune moment occurs for me to tell Matt, "You forget a lot of things." He gives me that look of "what are you talking about?" I'm not about to tell him that he hasn't wished me a happy birthday. He finally gets the hint and asks me, "Did you see the card on the back of the love seat?" Yeah, right. NO! I did not see it. If I had we wouldn't be having this conversation. I, I, I.

That's how my birthday started but it ended nicely. We made it to Corvallis and ate lunch and played at the park. Then we watched the Beavers stomp Idaho State. Then we went on the field and played around. We hiked back to the car and drove home.

This is a good start to another year!

Is your body smarter than yourself?

So when my body is stressed it tries to tell me by giving me awful looking cold sores or painful canker sores. But I thought I could trick my body by stopping these sores with medicine. Why in the world would the body give itself another stressor? I mean, come on! Hello? The sores just make me even more stressed because I'm in pain! Anyway, I'm veering away from my point of this post. So, I stopped the cold sore and the canker sore. But, mwoahaha!!!!! I wake up one morning to a rash on my stomach. At first I thought a swarm of mosquitoes had bitten me the previous night. But I think I would have noticed a bunch of bugs under my shirt. Anyway, the rash is extremely itchy! But I will myself to not scratch, not even around the patch (hey, I was being a poet and I didn't even know it). I say patch because it is basically a patch of bites with redness all around and it's even a little tender to the touch. Weird. Being my usual self, I have to show someone my physical problem. So I show Matt and he gives this look of dismay and tells me I need to go see the doctor. But typical me I try to wait it out. I give it seven days and then I call and make an appointment. Unfortunately, my regular doctor cannot see me right away so I see the nurse practitioner (that's a whole other post in itself). She tells me this rash is SHINGLES. What? It can occur when the body is under stress. How can one's body be smarter than one's self? Go figure. So now I know what to do if I get shingles again. I can fix it with medicine. If I do that, I wonder what my body will do to me next. Mwoahahahahaha!!!!