Life with a dragon: May 2006

Why do I never have the perfect comeback when I need it?

This morning I reluctantly drug myself to Weight Watchers. (Yes, I am still going every week, although the last few weeks have not been too good.) Anyway, as I said, I drug myself there to weigh in today and I got there as they were putting things away so they could close up and go home. They were still open however, so it's not like I just slipped in as they were closing the door. I went to the pre-paid box to find my card and the lady at the counter said "we have the cards over here". So I walked to the counter and she asked my name and when I told her she said "that's the box MaryJo has." Well MaryJo just sat there and continued filing cards into her box, so I repeated my name for her and when she found it she said "do you want it delivered air mail or do I have to walk it to you?" Huh? So then she tossed it to me across the counter, kind of like she was all put out about it. So I stand there for a minute and finally say, "well, you still have to get up to weigh me." Duh!!! So she gets kind of huffy and gets up and walks to the scale. She weighs me and says that I was down a little bit. Then she adds, all snotty like, "try to keep it in that direction." And wouldn't you know it, I couldn't think of anything to say back. Oh, I can think of a dozen things now, but at that moment, my mind was blank. Why does that always happen?

Hip-pies! Hip-pies! Hip-pies!

I cannot tell you how happy I am that the hippies won The Amazing Race. They were one of the only teams that never argued with each other and they were always so pleasant and nice to everyone. Even when the other teams played dirty and acted like jerks toward them, they were never "mean". Oh, they were tricky, but that's part of the game. I would have been ok if Ray and Yolanda would have won, but really, they were too navigationally challenged to really stand a chance. I am just glad the frat boys didn't win. Mr. Cocky and Mr. Ego were just too much for me. My favorite part of the whole show, was when Phil asked them if they were going to change their look now that they had a million dollars and they said "Why? Being hippies has been so successful." Anyway, I am glad it's over, but now what do I watch on Wed. night?

My first Mother's Day

So, yesterday was Mother's Day. I remember Mother's days of the past feeling so angry and hateful at all the "mommies" as the Primary kids sang in church and the ward gave flowers to all the women, so the non-moms wouldn't feel left out. Which never really helped, I knew it was just a token gift. I remember going to the parents houses and feeling so jealous and sad as all the sisters got gifts and cheerful "happy mother's day" wishes. But this weekend I finally got to experience that for myself. I finally got to have a Mother's Day. So what was the best part of my first mother's day? Last night I held my freshly bathed son on my lap and read him a bedtime story. Afterward I hugged and snuggled him and told him how much I loved him and how happy I am to be his mommy. Then as I laid him down in my arms and rocked him to sleep, he sighed so contentedly and reached up his little hand to touch my face. Then he closed his eyes and drifted off. (Yes, he actually fell asleep in my arms for once.) Oh how I love that little guy! How could I ask for more?

It must be in-born

Sunday when we were at my mom's, Drake noticed his cousin Aaron playing with a truck and decided he must have it. I have never seen him quite so motivated to get anywhere. It's funny how much he wanted it. It must be in-born for boys to go for that sort of thing. Aaron finally abandoned the truck and Drake got his chance. Aunt Jana even put him in for a ride.

He also discovered the joys of buttons and dials this week and is totally fasinated. Do baby girls do that? Or is it just a boy thing?

Dragon pic of the week

I just happened to catch this silly face on camera and it made me laugh so hard. I decided he must clench his jaw because he can feel his teeth coming in and he likes the way it feels.

My Twilight Zone Moment

Every once in awhile something truly bizarre happens. I am not usually on the receiving ends of these moments, but today was different. I was sitting on the couch feeding Drake when I heard a cat meowing. A little strange since none of my neighbors own cats, but not that unusual. Then I heard scratching at the back door. So I finished feeding him and we went to look. There was this cute little black kitty looking in. (We have a glass panel in our back door) As we got closer I noticed he looked kind of sick and dirty and very skinny. Poor little kitty! Then when I go to the back door I realized he was not alone. There were three other cats with him. It was like a cat gang. One of them was kind of bleeding from his throat, which was both disgusting and sad. The others were just standing there, staring. Weird!! So what do I do? I go grab my camera. Is that sick or what? I then called animal services who were more than happy to come get the cats if I trapped them first. And, I could even borrow their traps, if I came to get them and put down a $50 deposit on EACH trap. Um, no!! Anyway, the whole time I am talking to animal services the cats are just milling around hissing at each other and arching their backs at each other until one of them left. Except the black one. He wondered back and forth in front of the door and kept standing up on his hind legs to peek in. Why did they pick my deck? I don't know. Maybe Drake is really a witch and he called them here. Maybe they sensed that I like cats (at least clean, healthy ones) and figured I would feed them. Maybe I truly am in the Twilight Zone. And now, two and a half hours later, they are still sitting on my deck. I told Drake to send them away, but apparently he hasn't learned that spell yet, he only knows how to call them. I don't know what they are waiting for. I am not going to feed them. Maybe the hurt one decided this would be a good place to die and the others are just here for moral support. I just wish they would go away. It is creeping me out.