A Tribute to the Best Man Ever

I talked to Masyn on the phone yesterday!!!! He is so big. I cannot wait to go home.

1. Today, I worked with two year olds. A little boy asked me to pick him up, so I did. He then pulled down the front of my tank top, pointed at my cleavage and said, "What's that?" What could I say? I said, "It's just my skin," as I awkwardly adjusted my shirt. Then I had to set him down for a moment and tried to pick him up again later. He then tells me, "I don't want you to pick me up anymore" because he "doesn't like my skin because it goes up and down when (I) pick (him) up and it gets in the way." OUCH.
2. My little bunny had a hard time sleeping, even with his beluga whale stuffed animal, but as I was rubbing his back, he reached his hand out and grabbed onto mine. Watch out, Brady's mom, I am totally stealing your son.
3.http://www.dancingtiger.net/DTfrontpage.htm
Wow.

1. A little girl was mad at me and telling me I was "stupid crazy" and then I noticed another girl almost in tears. I tore myself away from the angry one to see if the crying one was hurt. She told me, "I am sad. I do not like that she is saying that because you are my best Katy." Yes, she used that sort of English because her family is Israeli and she doesn't use contractions very well.

2. Today, that same girl told me she was going to put on her fat pants. Four is too young to know what fat pants are so I had her explain to me what made them fat. Turns out the other pants were too "skinny" and she was cold. So I taught her thick/thin today. Also turns out she's not so good with the TH sounds, so she put on her fick pants and her fick socks. She was so proud when she asked if I could help her with her fick socks.

3. Same girl, love her to bits, likes for me to read the Puff the Magic Dragon book. By read, I mean sing to her and she looks at the pictures. Today she told me she was going to sing along with me, but that she was going to "sing in her heart". Then she explained to another little girl that when you sing in your heart, no one can hear it but you. It looks like closing your eyes and swaying back and forth to the sound of someone else's voice. I have never felt so important.

4. Now a story about a little boy. He asked if he could go to the bathroom (the rule is "no") during rest time. I of course said no. About five minutes later, he looks up and says, "Katy, I don't think I can hold the potty in my penis any longer" and I would have died laughing if I wasn't so worried about hurting his feelings.

5. The same little boy today was telling me that even though he is four years old now, he still takes baths. I said that was all right because I do that, too. Then he wanted to know how big my bathtub is. Apparently, his is "larger than {his} whole body!" Then in a moment only a four year old could get away with, he invited me to his house to see how big his bathtub is and then added that maybe I would like to see his new "big boy" bed, too.

I am so lame, I get it. I haven't posted in ages and I am only doing this to share a wonderful story with you about children.

Today, I was reading a book about vegetables to my little picky eater and we were talking about what sorts of vegetables he likes, in the hopes I could convince him to try something new (sidenote- my attempts to get him to eat hummus yesterday were rebuffed with a whine and the threat of actual tears). Anyway, we saw a picture of eggplant and I told him what it was. Here's the conversation that followed:

M: I can't eat eggs.
K: No, it's not eggs. It's called eggplant but it's a plant, not eggs.
M: I can't eat anything with eggs, not even plants!

I gave up. Which makes me think of two more stories.

While reading this book, another little boy (who I lovingly call my bunny) came up to tell us what sort of fruits and vegetables he liked. He's not a picky eater, but he's so damn cute. We got to a picture of pomegranate and this little one announced, "I don't like poppagramma".

The second story is that about a month ago, we were actually talking about eggs and how we like them. I told the kids that I like my eggs overeasy and that that meant the white part was hard and all around the yellow part was soft so I could dip my toast in it. Another sweetheart told me he liked eggs and I asked, "How do you like to eat your eggs?" because adults who work at IHOP always ask me "How do you like 'em?". He answered, "I like to eat them with a fork and a knife, but my mom uses the knife to cut them for me." I took that to mean scrambled. A little girl told me a few days ago that she liked deviled eggs, which I thought was a really sophisticated food for a four year old. But today she said it again and told me she didn't like the yellow part. So...she likes hard boiled egg whites aka "deviled eggs without the yellow part."

This has been bugging me for a long time and I had to get it out there.


HOW IS IT A FUCKING ADVENT CALENDAR IF IT ONLY HAS TWENTY FOUR DOORS????

Can someone PLEASE explain this to me, because in my Catholic upbringing, Advent did not start on December first.

Dear Law and Order SVU:
I'm a huge fan, seriously. The season opener was AMAZING and Melissa Joan Hart's episode was very impressive. Sadly, Avatar SUCKED and in week two, I was a little embarrassed for you. The real reason why I am writing is that your show has gotten far too political. I mean, there was no need for the PATRIOT ACT reference last week and this week you are clearly referencing Blackwater in Iraq. Not that I disagree with your point of view, but SVU is not the place. Keep that crap in regular L&O or just stick it in CI, which no one watches anyway.
Love,
Katy

This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along
My Letter Is: L

Love (obviously): There are lots of people and some things that I love, but mostly it's my Timmy. I feel so lucky that we have each other. I don't know how much more I can write without risking going on and on.

Little ones: I have the best job on earth, working in a daycare center. I serve them lunch and then rub their backs until they fall asleep at naptime. What could be better than that?

Little House, The: This book was a favorite of mine as a child. It's about a house that is in the country but wonders what it would be like to live in the city. Sure enough, the city moves in around her and everyone is too busy to notice her, so she grows lonely and dilapidated. One day someone does notice her and loves her so much that they move her back into the country. One little boy at work made me read it to him every day for a week. It was awesome.

Lucky: My friends in Jersey used to say that Jesus loves everyone, but that he loves me like he's trying to woo me. It was just a silly way of saying that I kept getting lucky. My classes were always the first to be cancelled, my papers were the first to be extended by professors, and I always found money, even when we were in large groups. I'm still lucky, but not with silly little things like that.

Laptop: I recently bought a new one and got a crazy good deal on it. This actually ties into my next word...

Lazy: I bought that laptop because I don't like sitting at my desk. I prefer to do my homework while in bed. How lazy is THAT?

Living room: Mine is CLEAN now, thanks to Bethy and Jamie. This is quite possibly the best birthday present ever because it takes such a load off of my mind. I have a fresh start and now I can be insane about making people clean up after themselves.

Lock: I am insane about keeping doors locked. One day, I came home to Clark St and found the front door unlocked. I was so mad that I almost pooped in the kitchen and left the house in order to blame it on a homeless person, all so I could say, "You see what happens when we don't lock our doors?" Mostly, I care so much because if someone robs me, I won't get the insurance money if the doors were unlocked.

Leave: I move in less than a year and I am not ready to go. I'm glad that Tim and I are moving (in) together but it's still scary. It means I have to find a new job and new apartment and get a car...all things that I am really not ready to do.

License: Tomorrow is my twenty third birthday. I still do not have a driver's license. I won't lie, at this point, it's almost like an iron-will contest to see how long I can go without giving into the expensive venture that is owning a car. I know I can't walk everywhere in Indy next year, so this is the year of getting that license, but I made it this long! That's seven years past when most people get theirs.

I got my first birthday card today...


from my State Farm agent. I hate being an adult.

Every now and then, I get struck by this horrible panic that something will happen to the people I love. I know it's okay to be worried about people you care for, but I don't think this is the normal way. I guess everyone in my life is just so important to me that I am terrified of losing them. If something happened to my friends, but especially Tim or my family, I just don't know what I would do. Somehow I feel like I need to write this down. Even if you know I love you (which I do, by the way), I wonder if it will be enough if something bad happens.

Maybe it's a part of being in this transitioning period where I don't know what I'll be doing a year from now. I just feel like I want to get my life started in case it gets taken away from me.

And I know, I know...It's because my childhood was so rocky, blah blah blah. I just envy William because even though it wasn't planned, his life with his family has already started and he gets to build the kind of family we all wanted when we were kids. Maybe I should just count my blessings and be happy that I am where I am and that I get to be a part of his family.

In other news, little Avery Robinson should be here in about a month!!! My mom and I have gone overboard buying little girl things, but we are just so excited!!!

I have this absolute fear that when it gets hot outside, I am going to smell bad. Now this fear is pretty much irrational, seeing as how I never wear deodorant because of the simple fact that I never smell bad. Believe me, I know. I smell myself a lot. I guess sometimes I COULD smell bad, but I think those days are rare. Anyway, the smell of B.O. makes me think of 4th grade when all the "cool" girls had this perfume that they claimed smelled like Sprite. I thought it smelled like sweaty, old man. It was nasty, and this crap was roll-on so they rolled it on ALL THE TIME. I was surrounded by sweaty, old man stink until the fad went away. But now when I enter a building at IU or I get on the bus, I can smell other people's B.O. and I always, always worry that it is mine. Even if it is a rare day that I have decided to wear deodorant, I just assume that it hasn't worked for me.

Dear Ditech-
People are not smart. In fact, it has been my experience that people are quite stupid. Maybe you should change those annoying commercials.
Love,
Katy

Today has been a big day for me. Since Ella is coming to visit soon (!!!) I decided I needed to do a lot of cleaning. And while I was cleaning, I decided to get rid of almost every piece of clothing I own. I used to hoard things because I had worked so hard to get them, but I don't have that need anymore. I wear the same things all the time anyway, and let's face it, I'm too old to keep dressing like a hussy.

I'm watching an American Justice special on the battered woman's defense in murder trials. There's this "expert" who is arguing that "few laws do more to turn women into infants than the battered woman's defense". He goes so far as to say that the law assumes that "women can't leave their husbands or pick up the phone and call 911". Ummm, excuse me, but isn't that the point? And it's so perfect that they picked a man to be the expert on men's rights. It makes me so mad that a man would presume to know what an abused woman goes through. That's like having a male expert testify that childbirth isn't that bad, or that girls really aren't cruel to each other in middle school. Who the fuck is this guy to think that he would even have a clue?

So I quit smoking. I haven't had one since Sunday night, and it's not so bad. I find that it's mostly hard to get rid of the habit of smoking, rather than get the nicotine out of my system, if that makes sense. I did have some funny dreams where I'd pick up a cigarette and put it in my mouth and then quickly take it out, tear it in half, and throw it away. Tim dreamed that I was smoking. Glad to know my boyfriend is optimistic about my success in his dreams...

Also, I had a dream where my fridge was broken again and I had to cook a whole turkey.

I realized last night that I am totally lame. When did I actually become a housewife? All I could think of to talk to Mer about was the fact that they make reduced fat sliced provolone, and what a good deal it was at Kroger. Really? REALLY? What's next, bragging about how my non-existent kids are in the gifted program in kindergarten and joining a competitive traveling t-ball team?

Going out for Sam's birthday should fix this a little, but the boring part of me is very concerned about designated drivers...

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( In Memoriam )

My fridge broke this weekend. We didn't notice it had happened until all the frozen food had melted and we couldn't make ice. I mean, we're not stupid...the fridge was sort of cold. I don't want you guys thinking Amber and I sat around while the fridge was off thinking that it still worked. Anyway, so the good people of Woodbridge are in the process of getting a new one for us. They are not, however, replacing the month's worth of grocery shopping that I just completed. All we have left are lemons and hot sauce.

My boyfriend got into med school!!



(mmmm, doctors...)

I JUST DRUNK DIALED MY BOSS!!!!!

Update explosion!

SO LJ just told me that my password was too easy to guess. I just changed it, so they'd shut up, but seriously? My password was "soylentgreenispeople". Are you fucking kidding me? Too easy to guess?