A Bit of a Scare

My sweet husband...

Last night I asked him to go with me to the school where I work so I could put a gift on the desk of one of the office ladies whose birthday is today.

The reason I asked him is because, frankly, my school feels super scary at night. It always reminds me of the original "Halloween" movie when they're in the school and the hallways are only lit by the red exit signs. Scare-freakin'-ree!

So what did my sweet husband do? Well, he took every opportunity to freak me out. And I held it together just fine until we had left and I was waiting for him to get in his side of the car and unlock mine...but he didn't do that...he sneaked around to my side and jumped at me.


"Aaaaaaa!"


I think from now on I'll be expecting him to open my door for me.  Good thing he's so freakin' cute.

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Happy Halloween and Happy Birthday to my Little Guy!!!

Sixteen years ago today we welcomed our little guy to this world of ours.  He was born at home in our bed and and that evening when Trick-or-Treaters rang the doorbell, my very proud husband introduced all the little ghosts, goblins, and witches to our very own little spook.  He gave them candy, too, of course...because, really, those kids weren't all that interested in a baby.  But soon all the neighbors showed up to meet the newest resident...and then more neighbors...and then more.  I'm pretty sure he set a world record that day for meeting the most people in the first twelve hours of life.

And maybe it's how he would've turned out regardless of the day he was born, but my little guy is obsessed with tricking me.  Here's what's happened to me in just the last twenty-four hours.


• A sticky slug toy was shot at me and it went "splat" on my neck and stuck there.  Bleck!

• The same slug was left for me to "accidentally" step on when I was barefoot.

• I've turned my head only to have my cheek poked by a waiting pointer.

• As we went through my brother's awesomely scary haunted house I was touched or had things thrust at me to "enhance" my experience.

• Ice has been put down my back.

• A skeletal hand has been placed on my shoulder repeatedly.

• A walking hand has graced the top of my head.


And I freak out.  Every.  Time.  It's my little gift to my little guy who has given me so much happiness, joy, and bliss over the years.


Happy Birthday, Little Guy...We love you!!!

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Wonder through the Eyes of a Child

Its beautiful to see the wonder in my child's eyes.  Even at fifteen (almost sixteen...two more days) he sees the amazing in things.  We boarded an airplane set for California this morning and he sat glued to the window as we took off in flight, rose over the city, and then above the clouds. 


Me:  "This is what your rockets get to see."

Little guy:  "Yeah."


And then I let him enjoy the view in silence.

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Crooked Smile

The little guy is gonna get something tomorrow that I always wanted as a kid.  It seemed like all the cool kids were getting them...alas, it was not in the cards for my young teenage self.  While I had bad hair, bad skin, ugly glasses, and a terrible sense of style, I had naturally straight teeth. 

Well, tomorrow the little guy, who has great hair, reasonably good skin, contact lenses, a great sense of easy-going style, and crooked teeth with a funny bite, gets braces.

Unfortunately my excitement for him has not proven to be contagious. 

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I Got Zapped!

Static electricity drives me a little nuts.  It's not my friend.


It makes my skirts get up all in my business.

It makes me accidentally shock my wee little students.

And it makes it nearly impossible to walk through Costco with a cart without a zap every ten steps or so.


It's a problem.


So the last time I was at the gym I started feeling the slight raise of the hairs on my arms as I walked briskly on a treadmill.  And then I felt the hair on my scalp shift just a bit.  And then my husband came up behind me and touched my thigh...and ZAP!!!!!!

I almost wiped out...at 3.6 miles per hour.


Nope.  Not a fan of static electricity.

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