This list is just for me, since I am the only one who knows this site exists and am the only one who looks at it.
Things I am going to write about -
1. Old pictures I have been finding and some of the stories behind them.
2. A story about the monkey girl (how appropriate is it she was born in the year of monkey?) Walking at 9 months, climbing on anything and everything at 10 months, having to change her crib to a toddler bed way before we should have because she kept trying to climb out of her crib, why all of the dining room chairs are in the living room instead of at the table.
3. Live Nude Girls!!! (Zoey and Allison)
4. Reliving Nathan and Zoey’s babyhood through Allison and trying to treasure every moment.
5. House remodeling
more ideas to come, I just didn’t want to forget about these. I am absent minded that way.
Things started last Friday. I got into my very first car wreck. Yay! Getting into an accident has been one of my biggest fears. Caused by several things. The primary reason is that auto accidents seem to find my family. One of my earliest memories is of going to pick my dad up after he had been in a motorcycle accident. When I was about 10 my dad was hit by another vehicle when he stopped to help someone with car trouble. He was in the hospital for a while and has some of his leg may still contain metal parts. After my brother started driving, he drove off of an overpass onto the road below. If he hadn’t been wearing his seatbelt, there is a good chance he wouldn’t have made it. With his seat belt on he fractured his cheek bone on the steering wheel. A few years ago, my dad totalled his vehicle by driving under a semi truck. He was fine. My mom’s car got stuck on train tracks, she was also fine.
My accident was completely my fault. I was trying to cross a street (I had a stop sign, the cross traffic had none) and didn’t look left the second time. I didn’t see the other car until after they hit the side of the jeep. Luckily, no one else was with me. I took a conk on the head (may have knocked some sense into me) but that was it. The jeep may or may not be totalled. We might get to find out tomorrow.
I am just waiting for the hospital bill to arrive for the crappiest emergency room visit ever. I can’t wait to see what they are going to try to get away with charging us. I know for a fact all they did was look in my ears and throat, take my pulse, and listen to my breathing. Oh, the Dr. slightly felt the knot on my head. I went in there for a possible concussion. She didn’t check my eyes (which i thought might be standard), they didn’t offer an ice pack (which it says clearly in the hand out they gave me at checkout).
As fate would have it, we got the civic running last week when my dad was visiting. So, we had a second car. It was working great for us until today. When it decided to just stop running for no reason. That figures. We are out 2 cars. Don’t know when we will see one of them, and have know idea what is wrong with the other.
Maybe, since the week is up tomorrow, things will start to get better.
At least I have this : )
and this
and this
and this
Allison LOVES chocolate. She doesn’t love it like, “Oh, how are you? So good to see you!”. She loves it like the Cookie Monster loves cookies. It could be partly my fault, I drank at least 1 glass of chocolate milk almost every day when I was pregnant with her. Maybe she has just always been a chocolate lover and it was her controlling my thoughts to drink the chocolate milk.
It is like the chocolate calls to her. She found Nathan’s on Valentine’s day (see below). The other day we made some chocolate milk and I left the nes-quick on the counter, where I thought it was out of reach. Clever Climbing Allison pulled up one of her little chairs to the counter, swiped the container, got the lid off, and began shoveling powder into her face.
She is a mess, a intelligent, beautiful, silly little mess.
