Quite Impressionable

You're Anne of Green Gables!
by L.M. Montgomery

Bright, chipper, vivid, but with the emotional fortitude of cottage cheese, you make quite an impression on everyone you meet. You're impulsive, rash, honest, and probably don't have a great relationship with your parents. People hurt your feelings constantly, but your brazen honestly doesn't exactly treat others with kid gloves. Ultimately, though, you win the hearts and minds of everyone that matters. You spell your name with an E and you want everyone to know about it.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

I'm not sure this really represents me but it is funny that this is what came up. Hope & I spent many hours watching this movie and were just talking about recently.

Early Wakenings

5:30a.m. I am sleeping soundly. I have a 1/2 hour of blissful sleep left before I have to get up and get ready to go to my so called "job" when I am rudely awakened by "Mama! Mama!" I go running into Logan's room concerned something major has happened.

"What! What's wrong!"

"I have to go pee pee."

I am thinking... isn't that why you have diapers on? I reach down thinking his diaper must be full only to realize he doesn't have a diaper on.

"Where's your diaper?"

"Right Here!" He hands me a perfectly good, dry diaper. "I go pee pee in the potty"

Thrilled he is working on his potty training. Just wish he could have waited a 1/2 hour.

Kindred Spirits

Hope and I have known of each other since Junior High. However we didn't become friends until high school. In fact we both dated Craig N. I asked him to the Christmas dance but he was already going with Hope. However, Sophomore year we were both placed in Drama together and once again dated the same guy.

She had gone out on a date with Ross W., he then asked me out. He also asked me to the Prom. I was worried that Hope would be upset and struggled over how to tell her. One day Hope was sitting behind me looking at Prom dresses (GREAT!) and Mrs. Martinez, our ever so tactful drama teacher, comes up to her and tells her to put the magazine away and says "it's not as if you are going to the prom anyway". I turned around in shock. I saw tears welling up in Hopes eye and told her "don't you dare cry, don't you give her the satisfaction". Hope didn't cry but you could tell she was devastated.

After class I went to Mrs. Martinez and told her she needed to apologize to Hope. I was quite mouthy in high school. Luckily Mrs. Martinez saw the error of her ways and went to Hope's next class and apologized.

I ditched German class to go to the Library where Hope did something that hour. I can't remember what and told her about me and Ross going to the Prom together. She didn't care, she had been pining over Rick.

Since then Kindred Spirits were born. I ditched German regularly to hang out in the Library with Hope. We spent nights in my backyard sneaking cigarettes planning our future and how we would attend our 10 year Reunion, jet plane or limo (mom, if you are reading this, this even after dad beat my ass for smoking... sorry). We vandalized Mrs. Martinez's car with pads and tampons (I know... disgusting) and felt self righteous about it. We attended the Psychic fair every month in hopes to find out what the future held. Many nights spent at Village Inn, smoking cigarettes, discussing the fate of the world, or the next Batman movie.

We graduated, we fell in and out of love, we grew up. We stayed in touch, then we didn't, then we did. All those times we didn't talk I knew we would see each other again. We were Kindred Spirits.

We are grown now with families of our own and as you can see from the pictures... our children are Kindred Spirits also.

Paranoia

My worse fear is losing Logan. I feel as though I don't deserve to be this happy. No, I should re-phrase that. I don't mean that in a despairing, feel sorry for me, type of way. I just can't imagine that in my selfish, self-serving past that I did anything that said I deserved such a great husband and child.

Why do I bring this up... He is sick. It seems everytime he gets sick it is worse than the last time. This time he is running a fever higher than ever, 104.8. Doctor tells me this is nothing to worry about. I'm not the kind to worry unnecessarily. At least not openenly, but when Logan gets sick I start going into the paranoia phase.... he has been eaten up by mosiquitoes lately, is it West Nile? Does he have some obscure disease? My best friend would laugh at this paranoia. She is a hypochondriac by nature. I tease her non-stop about it... she would find this quite humourous.

Now that I put it on paper and it is out there to see.. I see how silly it all sounds and I can let go of that fear. I think.

I SCREAM, YOU SCREAM, WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!!!

Is there anything more gloriously fun than watching your child eating an ice cream cone?