Near Death Experience?

No. Not really.

This morning I woke up to what I thought was eight bug bites. Before I knew it my thighs and elbows were itchy as all get-out, and red. I had hives.

Hives? Seriously- hives. I haven't had them since like 7th grade when I took penicillin. I didn't freak out too much... just had a really hard time NOT SCRATCHING!

So, after a trek to the pharmacy and slathering myself with Aveeno anti-itch, I still found myself getting more red, more puffy, and MORE itchy. I kind of gave up and decided to go rollerblading.

Audrie and I geared up, and headed to our new favorite trail. We didn't realize it had so many hills seeing as before we have just walked on it. She has issues going down the hills and going too fast, where as I- being so out of shape- practically lost my heart through my chest trying to go up the hills.

We were the team. Slow as molasses in winter. I was panting, bright red (not just from hives), and seriously about to give up. She fell once and after that we made it a deal to PRACTICE on a flat surface before attempting our trail again, heh.

Oh man. It was rough. Sometimes having hives from an unknown reason, going rollerblading in 92 degree weather when you are way out of shape, and climbing hills is not a good plan for the morning. I think I have learned my lesson.

It's now 9:19pm- and I still have hives. Ugh.

the decision

I have officially decided that my son's less-than-desirable-attitute as of late is undoubtedly caused by outside influence. My perfect little boy is now a crazy almost two year old.

He has been spending more time with other children and I blame them fully for his behavior.

There is no way my perfect little boy has the mind to think of such awful things (like head-butting mommy full force when she leasts expects it).

It's not his pure little soul that created such defiance. I blame it on other kids.


HAHAHAHA

Ok, Ok...I just can't do it anymore. Did I have you going for a second or two? I hope so.

Anyway- the point is Trevor has officially become the two-year-old-brat. We don't give him sugar (in forms of candy, sugary drinks, etc), or let him get away with things- but yet-- there he goes banging his head as hard as he can on his wagon, grabbing cords, grabbing anything he can get his hands on from the counter....

Gosh I can't even begin to explain the attitude he has now...and I know, I KNOW, he gets it from me. Great.

::sigh:: This is going to be an interesting childhood.

Sometimes

Arg. Seriously. Sometimes people really lame.

Start off as a nice, funny guy- easy going and OK with the "nature of the beast".

Then, as jobs are thin and the other guys are getting more than you (ya think you would realize it's because you don't get off school until 4- while the other guys are free all day...hmm...), it comes down to making the boss change the system a bit.

Honestly? People can really peeve me sometimes!! Thankfully- his whining and whatnot doesn't affect us too much (as far as money goes), it's just more of an aura clouder. I don't like being exposed to that kind of energy 6 days a week.

I am thankful it's not constant because I would probably have to scream at him.

I.Just.Don't.Get.It.Sometimes.

Balance

I have definitely said it before- and I will most certainly keep saying it for the rest of my life.

Balance.

One good day means one bad day.

Wonderful Day = Terrible Day.

I'm not joking one bit. Too many perfect days have been IMMEDIATELY followed by down-right crappy days.

Maybe I put too much stock into yin and yang so my subconscious creates this sort of push and pull motion in my life. Maybe I put just the right amount of stock in it- understanding it exists. Maybe I don't put enough stock- and it's kicking my ass in result.

Who knows? Karma (and I don't mean Rob, heh). That's who knows. I pride myself on living a life of example. One of "what goes around comes around" or even "treat others as you wish to be treated".

But shit.

It really sucks sometimes when I get nailed in the face with a bad day following a beautiful yesterday. Not fair I say...

What do others say? "Life's not fair."

In the words of Scar (my all-time favorite Disney character), "Life's not fair is it? You see I, well I, will never be king... and you ::chuckle::, you, will never see the light of another day..."

I guess I will never be king. Or have a fitting quote for any of my blogs. I now officially declare myself "Poorest matcher of quotes to blog morals".

G'day to you... because I sure as sugar coated cookies ain't havin' one.

Mother's Day

It has been a good day. It's not even over yet.

Breakfast in bed (carried in by my all too adorable son), hang out with my brother, lunch at Old Spaghetti Factory (one of my FAVORITE places), having a wonderfully awesome adorable and perfect child, BBQ at the pool, swim, play, home, The Office.

I am so thankful for my little family. I have a wholly wonderful husband and a bright, caring son. Even my dog has been a good sport today (considering he's been home alone for 90% of it).

I have a great family.
I have a good life.
I have love.