I know what I know

Sometimes I think I should tweet "I've updated my blog" but I'm embarrassed to. So to my faithful two readers, howdy, I'm updating.

Yesterday I dropped off my car to get fixed. I walked in, gave my phone number and they said they couldn't find the appointment. I gave the number again. I gave my name, Paul's name and nothing! I told he guy we both had phoned and it was confirmed. Then he's like, "it's a ford escape??"
I said, "no! CRV"
Him: "Honda CRV?" (big grin)
Me: yes
Him: this is Ford. Honda is across the street.
Ughhhh. And I fill the stereotype again.

Elsie has developed a fantastic personality. She stole the tobacco bottle from the fridge and made a run for it. As i was about to catch her, she tossed the bottle to the right and kept running. Love her spunk.

Not young

I can't believe how old I feel and 33 isn't that old. We keep doing fun kid stuff since I have the critical ingredient to that - kids. There is a marry-go-round at the mall. First time I almost puked so tried to fixate on something not spinning, which was nothing. Second time I hung my head low and closed my eyes. Yeah, real fun mom.

Today I realized that birthing two children and a bouncy castle results in, well, incontinence. That and nausea. That, nausea and fear.

I ache when I get up from the floor and want to punch the sun in the face in the morning. I'd also like to stick pins in each of the wiggles, broken up or not. Also all those cheery women who celebrate birthdays in between the shows.

Today I am old and ornery.