during lunch yesterday i decided to get a few groceries – me be’n the efficient extraordinaire that i am - i'm in/out of there in like 15 mins.  i back out of my spot…exit down the row…turn right to exit the parking lot (now perpendicular to the rows of parked cars) and a FRIK’N grocery cart comes zooming down one of the rows/hill at like 30mph and it NAILED my car over the passenger side tire.  i had no idea until i heard the crazy thud – seriously thought i'd ran someone over!  needless to say - my car now has a wound about 8 inches long - 3 inches wide and about 2 inches deep – i’m not exaggerating!  2 women stopped...one said "yah, i saw it coming all the way down that hill - i was hoping you'd see it" - so, i think "WTF - it hit my back passenger side - how the f am i going to see that?  and why didn't you beep your f'n horn" ... but instead i say with a smile "oh, well, thx for stopping." 

so, i think bc i was so mad, i decided to go in the store and speak w/ a manger…just to see what they’d do.  and to my surprise, he filled out some accident report and told me to get an estimate and then they’d take care of it within two weeks!?!  who knew?  i’m not going to lie…i was rather impressed with that possibility.  BUT, then i got an estimate this morning which was $660 and the skeptic that i am…we'll see if they’re really willing to pay the whole amount...stay tuned.  if so, it might be a new-found revenue opportunity for me!  ;)

also, i will add that the most enjoyable part of the experience was standing in front of the grocery store entrance w/ my wounded car, while the store manager took polaroid photos and filled out forms...at the same time the plethora of old people (bc 1pm on a Wed. is apparently when the blue-hairs grocery shop) were coming in and out making comments and starring.  one of many said:  "oh honey...what happened?"  i responded with "cart hit it - be careful with your cart."  she replied with "it's already too much for me to remember where i parked my car."  good grief. 

I guess things were going along too normal for me…needed to spice it up!

 

an exciting moment in one's life...when their kid pees in a potty for the first time.  it sounds insane...mostly because it is...but, it's still the reality.

 

so, the boy...he sat down on his lil potty chair tonight, similar to most bath nights, while reading his "My Potty Book for Little Boys" book.  he gets to the page..."Look what i did!  I used my potty!"...he READS the page out loud (i'm not kidding...which is a whole other blog entry for another day...granted <i think> it's just memorization, but still, he has clearly already passed my IQ...dammit...he better make us lots of money some day!) and then he proceeds to start pee'n.  he looks down - sees what is happening, and then pushes 'it' down to make sure it all goes in the little potty.  then, he matter-of-factly continues on reading his book...all while jon & i are clapping and jumping around the bathroom like buffoons.  then he gets to the last page that says "...wash hands and then cuddle up for a big hug!" - he looks up at us with a huge smile on his face and waits for his hug - insanely cute.

 

so, there you go - tonight i am excited about urine.  just imagine how excited i'll be about his first real dump...i know, you're on the edge of your seat with anticipation...

 

so, one thing i can't stand...people that chew ice...totally makes me cringe and literally shiver, not to mention that i think it's annoying and obnoxious.

 

which leads me to my offspring.  last night he decided that he HAD to have possession of the ice cube from inside his sippy cup.  fine.  he first proceeds to drop it 10+ times while screaming "oh no - moma find it!"...then he gets the handle of it and starts sucking on it..."mmm...cold"...and then my worst nightmare..."chomp!"...followed by "chomp, chomp, chomp!" and "mmm...yummy ice".  this is all while jon laughs hysterically and says "that's gotta suck for you, eh?"  needless to say...i'm either going to have to dig deep and learn to tolerate the boy's newly established ice chomp'n skills or somehow restrict the boy from ever seeing ice again.  chalk a point up for the boy.  grrrr

 

a friend sent me this link and i can't get over how ridiculous and gross it is...so, i had to share.  for the record, if i were to ever get something like this, i certainly wouldn't become a lab rat and advertise it. 

 

and seriously - once you start growing boobs on your foot...there's no where to go but up, right?

 

so, i'm in a great mood because i just booked my plane ticket to CO for Memorial Day weekend.  i'm heading out to visit my sis and run the Boulder 10K.  i got excited because it's one of those 'life accomplishment type goals' that i'm happy to have on the list and check off the list.  plus, i think it'll be a lot of fun to run it with my sister.

 

now the training begins...hopefully the 'wise' legs can withstand the training...on your mark, get set...go Macey-girls!