Little Memory Game

Let's be honest- maybe two people will respond, but it's worth a try anyway.

1. As a comment on this post, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you (if you have a blog, that is... if not- I will track down a way to make you laugh... i.e. leave a memory).

Freewrite- Stress Release

Cutting hair wanting
Cutting people from life
Sick sick sick of bullshit
Sick of place

Fingernails painted bloody messed up
Decency not a part of diction
Not a part of life
Living in Fiction
Like a different world

World of scum
World below
Not caring, harping
Negative

Nonsense of course
To minds outside mine
Except if your loved
Trusted
Kind

Then you know
What feels and grows
Like daggers
Within owned heart
Within owned soul
Hatred not sparked
By nothing at all

Sometimes.

I definitely feel awkward and stupid.

I want to go home so bad. So much for new friends, I guess. Why is it I always try to have fun and be myself but it never works? Ever?

I miss you Mrs. Wilde!! I can't wait to see my best friend again!!

::sigh::

So much for trying.

Precocious

DEFINITION: unusually advanced or mature in development, esp. mental development: a precocious child.

Now, I am not usually one to brag (alright, that's kind of a lie) but the fireman supervisor said that Trevor is precocious. He had a smile on his face while my mind ticked around a little bit trying to remember what that word meant- so I knew it was a good thing. But I am getting ahead of myself.

Trevor and I took a short walk today. Right across the street is Firehouse #4. When we first walked up the big engine was gone. Both large doors were closed and there wasn't any motion on the inside of the building. I was a little sad, but what can you expect during fire season? I pointed out the "small" engine through the windows, then walked around to the office of the firehouse.

No one was there, even though a few TVs were audible from the front room. A bit disappointed, we turned around and headed back to home. The short walk back is quite scenic so I took it upon myself to find a spot to sit and "watch cars" before we got back to the crosswalk.

We sat and played with a little plane that doubles as a tiny fan, and talked about motorcycles, firemen, firetrucks, flowers... you know- two year old stuff.

Then I heard a loud metallic rolling sound. What luck! The big engine was back! I shot up and scooped Trevor into my arms. I pointed at the engine and the firemen and he smiled. When we got closer, he was a bit nervous.

Strangers, new things, BIG truck...

But after a while he opened up. He was talking up a storm, and pointing things out all over the garage. He was given stickers, a coloring book, and a little red plastic helmet.

We didn't get to hear the siren (I didn't ask), but I think it would have been too loud, that close-up, to appreciate. The fireman that showed us around ( I forgot his name because I was too busy being self conscious over my sweat and nervous child) was really nice and said we can come back anytime we want.

I am going to take him up on that. I think we'll head back in a day or two. Trevor really seemed to have a good time. He learns very fast and on the walk home he was talking to me about all the things he saw. Then once we reached the corner of our apartment complex all he wanted to do was smell and play with flowers.

We sat there for about 15 minutes. We played with flowers, laughed, watched cars and motorcycles...

Now it's time for a bath and bedtime.

I love being Trevor's mommy. There really is nothing like it.

Good grief, USA....

Apparently a lot of parents are complaining that the movie, Dark Knight, was too violent and scary (in other words "DARK") for their children.

Let's take a step back here.

It's rated PG-13!!

Granted, the rating technically means "Parental guidance suggested for kids under the age of 13".

As a parent, a new-ish parent, I wouldn't let my child see a brand new movie of that rating unless I saw it first- and knew my kid could "handle" it.

My child isn't 13 yet, or anywhere close, so I may not have room to talk... and who knows? Maybe when that time comes I will be the drastically too busy parent who doesn't care to think about the previews of movies being relatively "dark" looking. Then take my child anyway.

I think I will take my two-year-old to go see Hellboy tonight.

::shrug:: C'mon folks, let's go damage some children!

[hah].