Monday Morning Musings - Comin' At Ya Live From The Year Two Thousand And Eight

This is a man who needed a break. Aside from running his own business and being the sole breadwinner in our house, he is also the general contractor for our new house. Which means he is always going 24/7. When he isn't at work or at the new house, he is at home typing up bids or researching products and trying to schedule work on the new house. The battry (I didn't misspell it, it's an inside joke)(well OK, I did misspell it, but I meant to) on his cell phone, which starts out fully charged in the morning, usually needs to be recharged by lunch. So when his birthday came around on Saturday, I decided to kidnap him and take him away for a little short rest. After working all day on the new house, I picked him up and took him to a nice hotel where we had in room massages (is that cheating that I got a massage on his birthday?) and room service dinner waiting. It was a very nice break. Happy 41st (I just had to throw that one in) Birthday honey!

Emily was asking Steve what year he graduated from high school. He told her and then she wanted to know what year she would graduate. That is easy to figure out because she was born in 2000. So I said she will graduate in 20-18. That's how I said it, twenty eighteen. But then I started to wonder, is that how people will say it? Or will they say 2,018? 'Cause when you watch movies that are set in the future they always say the year as 20-18 but when we say the year now we way 2,008. I like saying it 20-18. It sounds better than 2,018, don't you think? I think we should start a date reference revolution. If we all start saying the year as twenty-o- eight maybe it will catch on. OK, twenty-o-eight doesn't sound good. Let's wait until 2010 and then start saying twenty ten. I will remind you when it gets closer.

Steve came home from working really late one night. I had stayed up waiting for him to get home. It was after midnight. I had been watching a recording on my DVR and it just ended when he came home. So the TV went to the channel it had been on before I started watching it, which was a sports channel. I muted it because Steve and I were talking. Then we stopped talking and started watching TV. We were both so tired that it took us about 10 minutes to realize that we were just laying in bed, watching silent women's tennis.

We just found out last week that Miley Cyrus (AKA Hannah Montana)(get with the program people) will be performing in a nearby city on the 4th of July this year. My friend and I were both online trying to buy tickets as soon as they went on sale. An hour later, we realized that it just wasn't going to happen. But Steve wouldn't give up, he kept trying for at least an hour after. I was sad, but he was even more sad than me. He was really excited to surprise the girls. I guess we could still go if we want to pay a gazillion dollars for tickets on eBay or something. What is it about a little girl singing that creates such a frenzy?

I made the mistake of buying Emily clothes for her Birthday. And the Easter Bunny made the mistake of putting shoes in her Easter Basket (the Easter Bunny, as previously stated, is cheap. And since everyone needed new spring shoes anyway, they got them in their Easter baskets.) Well, since she wouldn't wear anything that I (or the Easter bunny) picked out we got to go return everything last week. Please just slit my wrists next time. Holy cow! The child is only eight. I told Steve he gets to take her shopping from now on. I was really mad because one of the dresses I bought her was the cutest dress ever. Seriously, if they had it in my size (and if my size were a couple of sizes smaller) I would wear it. (maybe that's the problem)

Look, I even found a picture of it so you can see. Only the one I bought her was deep purple. Tell me that wouldn't be cute this summer with a big head band and sandals. (it isn't as cute in the picture as it was in real life) (Aubrey liked it and she begged me to let her have it and I would have except it was 3 sizes too big) But no. She thought it was the most repulsive thing she had ever seen. So we had to go to several different stores to return everything. I told her, OK, we are taking this back. This is what it cost. You have to find something else that costs the same amount or less. Hours later, and while pulling out my hair and gnashing my teeth, I finally said, "WHATEVER! I DON'T CARE IF IT COSTS $10 MORE! LET'S JUST GET IT AND GET THE HECK OUT!" I honestly don't know what to do. It gets worse as she gets older. And it's not just that she doesn't want what I want her to get. It's that she doesn't like ANYTHING. She would get those shoes, except she doesn't like the one little tiny glitter heart on the side of it. And she would like those shoes if the red were a slightly different color. And she would get that dress if the flowers were this color instead of that. Just finding something that she actually LIKES, regardless of what I think of it or how much it costs, is nearly impossible. And the biggest trick is finding something, getting it home, and then having her wear it more than once before she decides she hates it and will never wear it again.

Anyway, I have more stuff to say, but it is almost 10:00 and I haven't taken a shower yet. Have a Happy Monday!