<..: Ramblings of An Overtired Mommy :..>

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Friday, June 10, 2005

Today has been a great day so far! I went at lunch and ate Chinese food (yummy) with some people from work. Our college student, CuteGirl, is such a blast. When we left the restarant and got into my car, and some really old rap music was playing and she insisted that we turn it up really loud and roll the windows down. She's a nut!
I actually didn't think I'd be able to eat out for lunch today. Mostly becuase I am a total ditz!! When LuckyHusband deposited his check yesterday, he told me our balance and I freaked out becuase I thought I didn't get paid until next week. Now, I'm sure you're asking yourself how in the world could I forget when I get paid, but honestly, I did. So, when I saw my check receipt in my mailbox this morning, I was surprised and excited. I'm such an airhead! LOL!
I am currently sitting here with a Dr. Pepper and an Oatmeal Raisin cookie (thanks Jamie)...is there anything better. Guess I'm not too worried about being fat tomorrow!
After the impending doom of the reunion, I hope to take LittleMan swimming at our neighbor's house. He seems to really enjoy that, and I could use the excercise. Hopefully the Hooker will come with us and give me a break when I need one.
On a more thoughtful note, isn't it funny how the strangest things trigger memories of people. My uncle was killed in a car wreck in October and I really do miss him, but some days, I don't even think about him. Yesterday somehow the subject of Cabbage Patch Kids came up and I was thinking about the piggy bank that I used to have in the living room when I was a kid. Every afternoon when he came home from work and stopped to visit me, he emptied his pockets into the bank. I eventually had enough to buy my first CPK. She was red headed with a green gingham dress, green eyes, and white shoes. I wasn't crazy about the red hair, but those dolls were so popular that red headed ones were all that were left at the hardware store where I bought the doll. I was so proud of that doll. It is probably one of my favorite toys as a child.
Thinking about all that made me miss him a little. Not many people knew it, but when I was struggling with a decision, worried if I'd ever get a good job, pissed at my parents, or just wanted someone to drink a beer with, he was always there. After his children were born, he started working longer hours at work and work became more stressful, he rarely had a smile on his face, and most everyone became scared of him because of his gruff exterior. I never was. I think I was the only one out of his neices and nephews who wasn't scared of him or afraid to talk to him. Not long before I died he asked me why I wasn't scared of him like everyone else. I told him that he had never given me a reason to be and he asked what he had done to them. I hate that none of them had the opportunity to have the relationship we had. I remember a fun uncle who played with me, took me to feed the cows, ate peanuts and divinity with me, and tricked me into putting salt onto a skint knee.
After he died, a friend of his told me that he always talked about me and bragged on how I had graduated from college, was so excited when I got married, moved into my own place, and had a son. He never told me any of these things, and I honestly never thought he was that proud, but I guess he was one of my biggest fans and I never even knew it. I just thought he liked a drinking buddy every now and then. LOL!
Anyway, where this was going I have no idea, but the title should have been a warning that I ramble, so there you have it.
Melissa

Melissa @ 2:56 PM | comment

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Melissa
Melissa-Mom to LittleMan (4/04); wife to LuckyHusband; full-time toxicologist; full-time housekeeper; full-time domestic laundromat manager (washes all the clothes); full-time domestic finance manager (pays all the bills and yells at husband for spending too much money on fishing stuff); and Keeper of the Cheerios. Lives in a tiny town; spends tons of time with family; reads; enjoys crafts. Can change a diaper, fill a sippy cup, and put on a toddler's shoes in 15.4 seconds flat, all while calculating the impact of petroleum hydrocarbons to a nearby surface water body (watch for me in the Toddler Olympics on CBS this fall). Addicted to Dr. Pepper; Kit Kats; and pasta. To spot me in a crowd: I'm the one with frizzy messed-up hair, smeared graham crackers on my shirt; huge purse with a diaper peeking out, toddler on her hip, and camera in hand at all times.

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