Andy's Convo With Cj

Happened upon Cj talking to Andy today.
Cj- So was Mommy born in the 80s?
Andy- No, she was born in the 70s.
Cj- Wow! The 70s!? What about grandma, was she born in the 80s?
Andy- No, how could grandma have been born in the 80s if Mom was born in the 70s?
Cj, laughing- Oh, of course not, that would make Mommy older than her Mom.(He figured that out pretty quick for a 5 year old, just sayin.)
Andy- Grandma was born in the 50s.
Cj- The 50s! The 50s!! The 50s!!! Grandma is NOT young anymore.

He also heard the term blood-bath somewhere. But he thought it meant a bath with blood instead of water.

Cj- Mom, can you promise to not give me a bath in blood but use water instead? Because if your gonna start filling the bath tub with blood I'm not getting in, that would just be scary.
Mom- Cj, really, how many times have I filled the tub with blood? Why would you even think I would do that? I promise not to ever give you a blood-bath. Where did you even hear the word blood-bath anyway?
Cj- I don't know I just know I don't want to take one.

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Playgrounds Memories

Today at the playground, I couldn't help but remember all the years playing on the playground behind my Grandma's house. As I was remembering those days, I started to notice how different the playground equipment is today. What was the deal with the playground equipment back then anyway? Playing on the playground, and surviving when I was a kid was a like laughing in the face of death. What was the town thinking setting up that stuff for us to play on anyway? Trying to "reduce the surplus population" or something? I don't think there was a single one of us cousins that didn't end up with stitches from playing there. Except my stitches were from riding a tricycle my brother pushed me off of, thanks Johnny, still have the scar :P.

I remember one time we tried to get on the slide and make a train and poor Matthew fell off, I think that led to stitches. That slide was way too tall, we might as well have got on a roller coaster. (Well, I maybe exagerrating there. A little.)

One time I was sitting at the car playing with a kid from the neighborhood and John was on the sunflower playing with a kid from the neighborhood. And that ended in his having stitches, too.

I remember playing on the teeter-totter with Christy. We used to try and see if we could make the other one fall off while they were in the air. I remember flying through the air a few times. Nowadays, they have all this soft, recycled, tire material to fall on, I fell on the hard ground!

The game on the swings was to swing as high as we possibly could and then jump off. How did I get to be grown-up without having a broken nose? In all truth, I still kinda want to do that on the swings, it was SO fun. Probably where my grown-up desire to jump out of a plane came from.

When we weren't getting hurt on the equipment we were starting fights with kids in the park that we didn't know. How did we even live to be adults anyway? No wonder my kids can be such trouble-makers I totally earned it didn't I?

Cj praying about tornadoes

We have had tornado weather all day. Andrew spotted a funnel cloud out by the house today. We've got howling wind, rain, lightening, & thunder going on right now. Tonight when I put Cj to bed, I read him his Bible & prayed with him. I said my usual prayer with him; that God would help him have a good night sleep, that he would have good dreams, & asked God to build a wall of protection around him. When I said amen Cj told me, "Mommy shouldn't you ask God to help us hear if the tornado sirens go off?"
It makes me happy that with all that's going on in our life, Cj's child-like faith is still telling him to look to God for protection in a storm.

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Directions

Maybe I should change the name of my blog to something about my life after divorce, or learning about myself without Jerrid, something of that nature. It was Jerrid and me for 20 years, so I'm learning all sorts of stuff about myself that I didn't really know before.

This weekend I learned that I am absolutely horrible at giving directions. And I mean HORRIBLE. I pretty much never had to give directions before because Jerrid has a strong natural sense of direction. So I could just sit in the passanger seat and read while he drove places.

What makes me a bad direction giver? Well, let's see, I don't know my right from left- I'm not dumb just never could get that down. I also don't get which direction is north, south, east, or west. Instead of remembering road names or directions I remember landmarks, you turn on the road that has the yellow house with the black garage door on the corner, turn in the direction which I used to wear a wedding ring on my finger, which is left. That's how I think. That especially doesn't translate well into navigation terms when the landmarks are for my hometown and the landmarks have changed somewhat since the last time I lived there, I moved when I was 12! I guess it's hard to follow directions when I say, "Turn this way, when you get to the house that used to be yellow with a black garage door," then we get to that road and the house is now white and the garage has been turned into a new addition.

I also tend to get bored. I get the person receiving directions onto a road and then by the time I'm supposed to tell them when to turn again, I have lost interest and started reading instead. We just kept ending up turning around again and again.

At one point, Dan complained to Mary, "Why aren't you keeping her entertained?" ]

Mary told him, "Keep her entertained? Am I a zoo, a circus, or a wonderfully constructed piece of literature? I can't be expected to keep her entertained!"

As if a zoo or circus has ever entertained me. Well, I guess there was the time I got chased by the crazy squirrel, but that's the one and only time.

Conversation With Diana

Diane asked me today, "Why did you name me Diana?"

"Diane your name is Diane." I answered.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." She laughed.

So I explained that her Dad wanted to name her Diane. I agreed because I had an 'Aunt'/friend named Diana and I thought Princess Diana was pretty & cool. I figured I could name her Diane and just call her Diana, which I did.

She looked at me with annoyance. She didn't feel satisfied that it wad a good reason to name someone Diane? Guess that's what happens when you name a baby at 17. She should be glad I was thinking of naming her Victorianne.

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