Funniest (oddest) road rage story EVER!

Today I had the funniest thing happen. When I got home I couldn't believe it really happened so I figure I should write down the memory so I never forget. It was definitely a "Twilight Zone" moment.

I've had a totally crummy day so I was a little down. Anyhow I was out with a friend (who was the one driving) and getting things done. My friend did an aggressive but legal driving maneuver... I didn't hardly notice. I did notice a a few minutes later the car follows my friend's vehicle and cuts him off flipping him off. I just started LAUGHING SO HARD. In my mind I thought it was funny that this lady would be so offended over something so trivial when technically she wasn't even wronged. I guess she saw me laughing because at the light (she is slightly ahead of us now in the lane next to me on the passenger side) she gets out of her car and starts screaming at me in the middle of one our busiest intersections. I roll down my window now desperately trying to hold in my laughter at the sight of this little 5 ft college student, nicely dressed, who weighed probably less than me acting like an American Gladiator. I never say this but if it had come down to a fight I could taken her possibly ;)

I'm successful in keeping the laughter and just pleasantly smile and listen to her profanities in what seemed like the world's longest light. My calmness gets her even more angry b/c and she just stops and looks like she is going to hyperventilate... At this point my friend thinks I'm going to get smacked but she just stands there in the intersection (light is still red)... than she just loudly screams: "You are such a b*tch!!!!!"

Than I really burst into laughter at this point and with my big mouth I couldn't help it and so I replied "have you ever considered anger management? Life isn't that bad... Hakuna Matata!" My friend was mortified and since the light had turned green was driving off as I was speaking leaving her standing in the intersection.

I'm just glad if she stalks us down and destroys a vehicle we were not driving my car. Who ever thought this would happen in my sleepy little city. Glad no one carries guns here!!!

Crashing Vacation Bible School!

So Harm's school year ended mid-May. Unfortunately in the small town we live in there are not a lot of formal Summer programs for Harmon. We found a 3 week Summer Camp at a pre-school called Bright Beginnings. The placed is based in a Methodist Church and run by very nice people. He had 3 wks based on a "Round the World" theme. It ended last week. We were sad...

Than the director said the local Methodist Congregation was doing something called VBS: Vacation Bible School, for one week. I was a little leery because I had never heard of anything like this and while we are Christian we don't belong to their church (I felt like we were crashing the place and I was worried people would be like... "who are you"?).

I shouldn't have worried! They have been so nice and Harmon has had a great time. Harmon wasn't too enthusiastic these last few weeks to go to school but now he is like "School Time!!!" Tomorrow he has his recital and we don't really know what to expect but we are very excited. He is singing songs and doing dances. It has been a really great experience and excited to see him tomorrow in his first ever performance.

I think it is interesting b/c we have done: swim classes, gym classes, pre-k, etc. But VBS is his favorite activity so far... go figure?

Double Trouble!

I have this blog where I talk a lot and than just a photo blog where I post pictures. I uploaded these pictures that just reminded me how unique and special these two are.

It is funny because personality wise they couldn't be two more different humans. Rachel is very cerebral and serious. Callum is easy going and loves his comforts. Nonetheless I rejoice in seeing how close they are. My favorite time is in the morning before I dress them. They trounce around the place as if they own it in their night gowns. They help each other in mischief, they laugh, and they parrot each other. I wish I could write in a way to express what pure joy they are to watch working in sync.


Rachel's room is perfectly decorated and ready for a princess but honestly I don't want her moving in anytime soon. I realize they are not really babies anymore but they are still best buddies. They have never really are been apart since conception, so what would be the hurry now? How many humans can say that in their life they have a best buddy from birth who will always be with them...

CARS Movie and our rude awakening!!!

So last night I told Harmon something very exciting: tomorrow we are taking you to the movies to see the Cars movie. This was beyond exciting because he didn't know Lightning McQueen was in a movie (we just don't watch TV or movies at home really) and he had never been to a movie theater, it sounded like so much fun!


Now fastforward to this morning. Saturday morning is the only day Chris and I can sleep in (we have early church on Sunday); I normally sleep till 9 and he sleeps till 8. For both of us that little bit of extra sleep tides us the rest of the week. Not today though... 6:45-7 Harmon is screaming for attention. He just couldn't hand how excited he was. Chris went to care for him a little but he was so loud he woke the twins and kept me up. I just wanted to cry... I wanted to sleep (and I know Chris felt just like I did!

So at 8:45 we loaded him up, Mater toy in hand and he went to the cinema. Because of his Sensory challenges we never have taken him before but the Sensory Kids group here made a special arrangement with Allen Theaters to rent out a 9 am screening. They made it comfortable for young kids who have special needs (lights are dimmed instead of off, you can bring your own snacks, the sound is turned down, they allow kids making noise, etc.). It was wonderful, he did so well and LOVED the experience. This was quite a milestone today. Callum also attended and did pretty well considering his age. It was a great boys activity (Rachel hates sitting for 5 minutes so I wouldn't have tried taking her).

Rachel and I went shopping to help me prepare for my trip next week. We had a good time but at one point in time I wanted collapse at Kohls. I'm so glad Harmon had a great time... I just hope in the future his youthful excitement lets me sleep a little ;)

How did I end up here???

Tonight I had really fun plans. I was supposed to go see X-Men Orgins with one of my dear friends. Instead Chris gave me no notice late last night when he asked me to attend a Black Tie event for of all things the Republican Party (I'm an Independent so a night of partisan politics is not my idea of fun). The keynote speaker was our new Governor. Neither of us knew that our brother-in-law had set this up. The company had bought a table and we were all expected to attend... I think the whole time everyone worried I would open my mouth and be outspoken as I normally am. Other than a few under my breath jokes to Chris I behaved.

I'll admit I wanted to throw a dinner roll at some of the speakers but Governor Martinez was really neat. I don't agree with everything she stands for (by far) but I could respect who she was. She grew up in El Paso at the same time my mother did. For Hispanic women at that time it was unheard of completely for them to have careers; much less hold some of the highest posts in the nation. She is a good smart strong women and I hope we have more of them holding these types of offices in the future. I hope by the time Rachel is my age we will have broken the final glass ceiling with a great women president.


As for fashion... finding a formal cocktail dress with no notice was a nightmare. I don't think I've been missing my sister more than I did today. Eliza would had the perfect dress, done my hair, done my make up, and lent me some great jewelry. I ran out of time for my hair. I ended up with a sad chignon. Honestly I hate dressing up, using my good posture, and those shoes killed me but it was a was a fun night though and I'm glad we went.

Should I be happy or devasted????

I think I could feel two ways about what happened today.

First I want to be happy, today we got a definitive answer to why I was getting so sick. Well they didn't put in the Paragurd right so it was it was cutting into me and I was having a severe reaction causing really bad bleeding and edema (I've gained 10 lbs in water weight). So today it was taken out. I should be feeling better in a couple of days. Already the swelling is subsiding.

But than I want to cry. I have an annual $5,000 deductible so I try to be very careful whenever I need to go to the doctor because unless I get really sick it will be all out of pocket. When I break down the expenses: $600 for the paragurd, $120 for consultation, $120 for actual insertion, $80 for my general MD b/c we didn't realize the edema was from the paragurd, $120 for new gynecologist to take it out, and probably another $75 for labs which means I pretty much threw a $1000 dollars down the drain. I just keep thinking over and over again what I could have used this money for.

Than I started talking to people and they talked about the same thing happening to them or their loved ones except it wasn't caught early like I caught it. They needed serious surgeries, got pregnant, etc. I realized it could have been worse and I should count my blessings.

So when all was said and done I spent a ton of money, got a lot of cramping, bleeding, swelling, and feeling like crap... only to end up back on birth control pills (I used to be on the ring but he said he doesn't full trust it b/c it can get out of place easily), but it could have been worse!

Singing and dancing the joys of Go Go Squeze!

I don't talk enough about Callum on this blog. He really is amazing little guy and funny as heck. Saturday I talked about his love of Elmo which I find hilarious because he has never once watched Elmo on TV but I think he learned to love Elmo just by this old hand-me-down from Harmon. He is very smart and very observant. He is also very musical! The above picture was taken at his music class where he is the star pupil even though he is one of the youngest. I found this old YouTube video of Cally made about a year ago before his first birthday. Even than he loved dancing.

Now he loves singing and he hums tunes like Twinkle Twinkle but he also makes up his own songs. As his language is emerging he is starting to use his new words in his homemade songs.

My favorite was this Sunday in Church. I gave him a GO GO Squeeze and he got so happy he started squealing "GO GO". Squealing in church is never a good thing but it was so cute I started giggling. Next thing I knew the kid started singing his home-made song that sounded a little like the William Tell Overture at the top of his lungs going "GO GO GO GO GO GO". I would have recorded it but we were in church so whipping out my IPhone wouldn't have been appropriate (also by this point I was cracking up).

One day my son will be a marketing mastermind just like his mom but he will also be writing the jingles :)

All about Daddy...

For anyone who reads this blog you probably notice my husband Chris drives me pretty insane. I love him, don't get me wrong, but somedays I want to put his head in a blender (especially when it comes to politics and the company). With that said there is one area where this man of mine truly just outshines me and everyone I know and that is as a parent.

When we were dating he would ask me so how many kids do you want? I would reply back maybe one or two or a good cat. I would than ask him and he would seriously respond at least 5 or 6 but I'm game for like 10! He came from a family of nine (or as I affectionately refer to it as a herd of 9) and so he always figured he would one up his family. He is learning to slowly accept that our family of 3 kids is done but if I were to ever to change my mind he would be in.

So what made me change my mind about more than 1 or just the cat? Honestly it was all him. Chris is very loving and affectionate. He loves holding babies, playing with babies, etc. When Harmon was born he was the first to give bottles and change diapers (well before I ever gave one or changed one). Night duty he was all about letting me rest and he still is. He really wanted what was best and so he dragged me to breastfeeding classes, bought me a hospital grade pump, and help drip bottle over my breast to try and get Harmon to latch. When I went back to work he understood I was tired too and he always tried to be a co-parent in every way.

That is why I agreed to try for a second (and we ended up with the 2 for 1 deal). When the twins came he went into Super-Dad mode. I remember he would handle Harm's night terrors and the twins premie feedings (every 2 hrs) and still went to work at 7 every morning. He still sits on his big lazy boy feeding the twins their night sippies while Harmon sits at his feet. I laugh because some days when we are so busy and don't have quality time with the kids he says "I hope they wake me up so we can spend some quiet time together".

I truly love my husband more than I did when I married him. I see the love he has for my kids and I know anything for their happiness. Yes, I still want to kill him every now and again but I've learned I won't do it until the kids go away for college because Dad's like this are hard to find, and I need him!

On a funny note for Father's Day Chris didn't want me to cook. He loves my mother's cooking and especially her roast beef (I don't eat a lot of red meat) and that was what he wanted for his special Father's Day meal. So we went over there today and yes he got his beloved roast beef!

All for the love of Elmo...

Today Harmon was acting not so nice and so Chris had to take him out to the parking lot while I finished grocery shopping. Unfortunately he left before he could pick out his new pajamas, so I let the twins do it. I said first how about Cars... no reaction. Than I suggested random dog pajamas... no reaction. Than Cally Jolly saw Elmo and he started going "Elmo Elmo Elmo" so we picked them up for Harmon.

Unfortunately I should have thought this better through because tonight Harmon started putting Elmo on Cally started crying uncontrollably screaming "Elmo!!! Mine!!! Elmo!!! Elmo!!!! Elmo!!!". So we caved and well that is how Cally ended up in Harm's night outfit. He couldn't be sleeping more happily now.

And no, I'm NOT pregnant!!!

When I was very very small my older sister would always read me stories from these silly books and we would watch Tales From the Crypt. Needless not many things in this world scare me... Getting pregnant at this point for me would be probably be top of the small list of things that scare me. Two months ago I got an IUD put in b/c I just didn't want to have to worry at all about this subject. I had been using the Nuva Ring and I kept hearing horror stories. I'm hoping for a nice and easy 8 years before I have to think of birth control again.

That was until I started feeling ill. Likely it is just a side effect from the Paragurd and will just go away in a few weeks. They are doing metabolic tests and some other stuff just to make sure there isn't anything else going on. The nurse also asked me to test just in case. It was negative as I knew it would be. Just buying a test was surreal. Having dealt with infertility all I ever wanted was a positive and it never seemed to come. Today all I wanted was a negative! The guy at Target asked when I was checking out asked me "is this good news"? I just smiled and said nope just starting new medicine. I figured that would be more tasteful that stating, "oh heck no being pregnant would be a nightmare".

It was interesting Chris saw the test and I think freaked out in his own way but was sad in his own way as well when it was negative. Nevertheless once he thought about late nights, puke, and all the other things that come with babies he felt relieved and at peace. So unless you want to give us nightmares please don't ask... "are you pregnant?"