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This is the post I was referring to… My in shock moment… It all adds up.. Ang

Alright… so something similar happened again. And this time… I actually took the time to enjoy it.

I went to lunch with a girlfriend last week. Cooper and I arrived before her and got in line to place our order. While standing there a young reservist took his place behind me. We exchanged the usual smiles and chit chat as I tried to contain Cooper and keep him from crushing the bags of chips so neatly lined up on display in front of the counter at convenient Cooper level.

My girlfriend came in and sat at a table where I then deposited Cooper in a high chair using the handy little BELT.  On the way to pick up our order I bent to pick a napkin off of the floor. Now usually I would bend at the knees in a nice lady like fashion. But in my exuberance for new clothig I may have gotten the jeans a tad tight. so I bent at the waist to picked it up.

 Retrieving our order I took it to the table and sat down. The young man passed us with a polite ‘Have a good day.’ When he was out the door my friend started laughing hysterically. When I asked ‘What?” My friend, who is a nice catholic girl and rarely swears said “When you bent over that guy looked like he wanted to take a bite out of your ass!”

I could feel my face turn red and I started to get embarrassed and then I said. “Why not… I probably taste good.” To which we both started laughing again…

Yeah that’s right people Check me out!.  Ang

Oh and Macgillicuddy… the scanner thing would be a fun picture, but I’m not that full of myself yet. Ang

Swipped from AvidBassDad2… It just fit. Ang

I’m getting no love? Now I feel bad… *sniff, sniff* Ang

Okay so I received the most comments I have ever gotten, on a post where I mention setting myself on fire… Hmmm… What does that say about you guys.

I haven’t got much today so I’m posting a picture of the moon that I took from the kitchen window of our house a few days ago. When you have something like this to look at, it almost makes doing dishes enjoyable. Almost.

This is my recently purchased piece of art. I know defiantly different… but I have eclectic tastes. When I saw the title I had to get it. “Eggs, Germs and the Angie Tree”

What do you think?

I’m up this morning and that’s about all I have to say for it… I’m tired beyond belief. I say this morning but I realize it’s almost noon… I’ve been up since 7:00 and I couldn’t really tell you what I’ve done… My life is a fog.

It seems like I would pay more attention it being the last day of the year and all… shouldn’t something spectacular happen… shouldn’t I be less like a zombie at least?

I’m taking the kids to the toy store to spend their Christmas Booty. I know I’m begging for punishment…

Okay the kids liked the toy store and I survived. The one here is three times the size of ours. Their money is all spent.

I found a stuffed animal orgy… I thought this was a store for kids… naughty puppies and what is that horse doing!

It’s raining here… Ugh.

Later*******************We went to the bookstore where Cooper did this…

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And I found these tissues extremely ironic… 2$ for a pack of 50 cent tissues because of the saying.

Then we went to my favorite sushi house and picked up california rolls and an unagi roll… yummy… Everytime we come we have to stop here. Two of the chef’s names are Toyota and Suzuki… that always makes me giggle…

My two favorite two year olds ready for the new year… they can’t wait to hit the big number three.

Our city reads book this year is Barefoot Heart. The author was being interviewed on NPR tonight. Yes, I was listening to NPR surprise, surprise… She was talking about her father, who is a large part of the book, her mother, who apparently looms in the foreground and how in life she was much closer to her mother then her father. This surprised the interviewer. When asked why the book then included more of her father she gave a response that just made me sit up and say I so get that!

She said something like this. The feelings that she had for her mother were the easy feelings, Love and comfort, the feelings she had for her father were ones of fear and respect.

Okay, I realize that these feelings aren’t easy for everyone. Some people do have to work at love, comfort, and trust. But to me these thing have always come easy. How lucky am I. Pretty darn I’d say.

I’m not sure fear is ever hard, but how to handle it now that’s another thing all together. Respect for me is hard and even though I said it, trust isn’t something I’m always great at either. I wasn’t born in Missouri but I’m definitely all about the show me or prove it state of mind. That’s me. 

Feelings that come easy to us aren’t always that memorable, sometimes its the ones we have to really work at that stand out. Yes we all remember love, how it feels from someone in our life. As children we love our parents and it is character forming, But isn’t it the love you have to work at the one that sticks with you and sees you through life or changes you.

The love of a parent or spouse now that’s hard. To allow your heart to walk around all day. To wonder if it’s eating enough, is it learning a lot, are the other kids playing nice with it.  Or in the case of a spouse… Is it being true, is it thinking of me, does it love me too… 

Now no one get their panties in a bunch. I love my parents. My respect and appreciation for them and what they have done for me grows daily. I’m just saying that children have an innocence that allows them to love without considering consequence that makes it easy.

I’m looking forward to this book. I’m done with my DEEP THOUGHTS BY ISN”T SHE HANDY…

Yeah right… Hey I’m posting, what do you want from me.  Ang

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Okay, this is my pathetic attempt at purging. I must not have been pleased with the first part of this post, because it is now 3:00 in the morning and I have been dreaming about posting since 1:30.

I believe this is all the direct result of my weak attempt at a joke. Earlier as I went to bed I left my computer on the kitchen counter downstairs and pointed out to my husband that “See, I’m not that bad. I’ll leave my computer down here on the counter tonight, I don’t need it.”

 Now it is three in the morning and he was laughing at me when I asked him to bring it up to me when he was  making a trip downstairs. So I have my appendage with me again. If you would all kindly get out of my head I would like to resume my sleep. I’m snug as a bug in my nice cozy bed and I like you people but I do not want you in bed with me so GET OUT!!!     

ANG

I’m almost done with Charlie and Cooper’s reptile room. The floor is done, Ben is putting up molding now and I need to paint the dragons. Here is Koopa to sing a little song in honor of the occasion and how I feel… hope your Sundays are all great. Ang