Yep. You read me right. I have cooties.
I got a cold over the weekend and Darrell wants nothing to do with me.
I'm quite contagious and he is quite paranoid.
He has been sleeping in the guest room so that he doesn't catch what I have.
But not tonight. The light from the street light keeps him up.
So he decided that sleeping with a sick-cootie-filled-room is better than not sleeping in a filtered-light-filled-room.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
I'm gonna let you in on a little secret....
When I was little, I was an exercising fool.
Yep. And I don't mean that I ran around a lot outside. Okay, I did run around a lot outside. But that wasn't the coup de gras of my exercising.
I did calisthenics. A. LOT.
My sister Jennilyn and I devised a whole routine. We did leg lifts, scissor legs, back bends, and lots more. I can't remember exactly because it's been like, I don't know, THIRTY years. Suffice it to say, we probably invented Pilates.
But here's the real secret. We shared a bedroom and we did these exercises at night. In bed. You know, when we were supposed to be sleeping.
We both had a favorite exercise. I don't think it has an official name, but let me explain it to you. Our beds had headboards. We would lay in bed, reach up and grab the headboard. Then we pulled our legs up and put our feet up to where our hands were. We then would do gravity-defying crunches--basically we pulled our butts up as close to our feet as we could. As kids, this was easy. I remember trying it as a teenager and finding it nearly impossible.
So, a couple of days ago, Jennilyn (my co-exerciser) called. She had been reading to Malena at bedtime a few nights earlier. Malena was laying in bed, enjoying the story. Partway through the book, she reached up and caught hold of her headboard. Minutes later, she pulled her feet up to meet her hands. I'm sure I don't have to tell you what happened next. Yep. She began doing the infamous crunches. Jennilyn stopped reading and asked Malena what she was doing. "I'm exercising," Malena replied. Duh, Mom!
Yep. And I don't mean that I ran around a lot outside. Okay, I did run around a lot outside. But that wasn't the coup de gras of my exercising.
I did calisthenics. A. LOT.
My sister Jennilyn and I devised a whole routine. We did leg lifts, scissor legs, back bends, and lots more. I can't remember exactly because it's been like, I don't know, THIRTY years. Suffice it to say, we probably invented Pilates.
But here's the real secret. We shared a bedroom and we did these exercises at night. In bed. You know, when we were supposed to be sleeping.
We both had a favorite exercise. I don't think it has an official name, but let me explain it to you. Our beds had headboards. We would lay in bed, reach up and grab the headboard. Then we pulled our legs up and put our feet up to where our hands were. We then would do gravity-defying crunches--basically we pulled our butts up as close to our feet as we could. As kids, this was easy. I remember trying it as a teenager and finding it nearly impossible.
So, a couple of days ago, Jennilyn (my co-exerciser) called. She had been reading to Malena at bedtime a few nights earlier. Malena was laying in bed, enjoying the story. Partway through the book, she reached up and caught hold of her headboard. Minutes later, she pulled her feet up to meet her hands. I'm sure I don't have to tell you what happened next. Yep. She began doing the infamous crunches. Jennilyn stopped reading and asked Malena what she was doing. "I'm exercising," Malena replied. Duh, Mom!
Friday, October 3, 2008
If you want to laugh at me,
Read this (from my friend Lucinda's private blog):
Yesterday at church I had a note passed to me from Stephanie, (see Steph and Darrell blog) and the giggles got the best of us. Because of the pew bouncing from the giggles the note was shared and the pews were positively levitating. The note said the following...
"Megan lifted her dress to show me her new underwear. I whispered that we don't show off our panties. She then lifted my skirt to check out my panties!"
The note answered why Stephanie's face was red and Megan came to sit by me!
If you want to laugh at Darrell, keep reading.
A couple of weeks ago, we went to Glendale (and came back in under 4 hours!) to visit Darrell's aunt Paula. She was in town from DC helping her son and daughter-in-law welcome their third child into the world. We ate yummy dinner and were sitting in the family room, talking. I held baby Landon for awhile (he was only three days old and tiny). I then told Darrell it was his turn.
He was scared to death.
He is afraid of all children, but particularly those that are helpless. He knows he will break one.
He sat in the rocking chair and held out his arms to take the baby. He was rigid! I told him he could pull his arm closer into his body, which would make things more comfortable. He agreed and ended up not breaking anything.
After about 15 minutes, I asked him if he wanted a break and he said he was okay.
About 15 minutes later, Darrell started squirming and panicking. The baby had a leaky diaper! Darrell was wet.
He handed Landon to mom Amanda, who changed him. Darrell went into the bathroom and washed his hands.
Amanda came in and told us Grandma Paula had mis-diapered. The "hardware" was all out of the diaper.
That would explain why a three day old baby had drenched Darrell's pants and shirt.
Oh. It doesn't end there.
A couple of days later, I remarked on how brave he was. I wouldn't have been able to stay an hour longer with baby pee on me.
He said, "It's not like he ate anything weird!"
I said, "Amanda's breastfeeding."
Darrell freaked out, "I thought he had just been drinking water! That's gross!"
Yesterday at church I had a note passed to me from Stephanie, (see Steph and Darrell blog) and the giggles got the best of us. Because of the pew bouncing from the giggles the note was shared and the pews were positively levitating. The note said the following...
"Megan lifted her dress to show me her new underwear. I whispered that we don't show off our panties. She then lifted my skirt to check out my panties!"
The note answered why Stephanie's face was red and Megan came to sit by me!
If you want to laugh at Darrell, keep reading.
A couple of weeks ago, we went to Glendale (and came back in under 4 hours!) to visit Darrell's aunt Paula. She was in town from DC helping her son and daughter-in-law welcome their third child into the world. We ate yummy dinner and were sitting in the family room, talking. I held baby Landon for awhile (he was only three days old and tiny). I then told Darrell it was his turn.
He was scared to death.
He is afraid of all children, but particularly those that are helpless. He knows he will break one.
He sat in the rocking chair and held out his arms to take the baby. He was rigid! I told him he could pull his arm closer into his body, which would make things more comfortable. He agreed and ended up not breaking anything.
After about 15 minutes, I asked him if he wanted a break and he said he was okay.
About 15 minutes later, Darrell started squirming and panicking. The baby had a leaky diaper! Darrell was wet.
He handed Landon to mom Amanda, who changed him. Darrell went into the bathroom and washed his hands.
Amanda came in and told us Grandma Paula had mis-diapered. The "hardware" was all out of the diaper.
That would explain why a three day old baby had drenched Darrell's pants and shirt.
Oh. It doesn't end there.
A couple of days later, I remarked on how brave he was. I wouldn't have been able to stay an hour longer with baby pee on me.
He said, "It's not like he ate anything weird!"
I said, "Amanda's breastfeeding."
Darrell freaked out, "I thought he had just been drinking water! That's gross!"
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