July 12, 2013

  • Stuff that Happened This week, Random post #697

    I stayed home from work and took my vacation time. I like to call it my “staycation”. 

     

    Steven went to a conference with some youth from our church in Indiana. They come home tomorrow. While he was gone, he got laid off from his job, with 499 other people. 

     

    We marked the one month anniversary of having no air conditioner. The person we rent from is super apologetic about it not being done yet, and insists they’re just waiting on a part. But really? A month? Thank goodness two friends have loaned us window units. It’s hot here. And humid.

     

    While leaving the park yesterday, that was near a ball field, I got hit by a flying softball! It didn’t really hurt me or anything but still, what are the chances??

     

    We had this sudden little storm pop up out of nowhere with lightning and thunder. The lightning caused a power surge and we lost power for like 30 seconds or something. Apparently the surge damaged my coffee pot, and it caught fire inside! It was like, 4 months old! 

     

    Yesterday Isaac (age 5) asked me who Steven’s parents were. I said, Mema and Pa! You know them! He said, “Well, duh, I know them, but I didn’t know they were his PARENTS!”

     

    While leaving Great Clips today, I told Isaac and Oliver, “Thanks for being so good in there, guys!” and Isaac replied, “It was our pleasure!”

     

    I sent the following text to my sister: I’ve always secretly wanted to be called Baby, but that only happens when I sit in a corner somewhere and Steven quotes Dirty Dancing.

     

    Our neighbors are the parents of a classmate of Elijah’s. Our kids have gone over there to play, and theirs have come over to play at our house. The Mom worked with Steven until the layoff, and is in fact how I found out about the layoff when she came over and we talked about it for like 20 minutes the other day. The Dad’s name is Justin. I don’t know, after all this time what their last name is. In my phone, he’s listed as “Justin-Neighbor”. And I texted him with a layoff question for his wife and he gave me her number. I don’t even know her first name. She’s now in my phone as “Neighbor’s Wife”.  I have a problem with names.

     

    Alex has become a talker. Seriously, he talks from the time he gets up until he goes to bed. If he’s not otherwise occupied, he follows me around the house talking nonstop. I have to tell him sometimes that I need to go to the bathroom and go in there to be alone for a second. I love that he wants to talk to me, I really do. But I’m not kidding when I say it’s constant. 

     

    I’ve done four things for work during this vacation so far.  (Downside of a staycation)

     

    I took Alex to a late movie, while a friend babysat my other sleeping kiddos. We saw World War Z, his first zombie flick. 

     

    Last weekend we watched Moneyball from the Redbox at Kroger.

     

    Brad Pitt is way more attractive to me now that he’s aged a little bit, what’s up with that?

     

    While at Chick-fil-a earlier this week, Alex was sitting and talking with me since he’s too big to go in the play place. (and we’ve already established the talking thing) He left to go to the bathroom and a woman in the play place asked me if we were from England. I almost laughed out loud. Alex has a certain way of talking, he always has and for the last few years, he’s been telling me that kids at school are always asking where he’s from and if he’s from England. It’s the first time it’s happened when I was around to see it. 

     

    We’re not from England. We’re native Arkansans. 

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