Justice

pretty sure the neighbor kids are hoodlums.

so i went to the playground with my kids and we were gone about an hour, maybe a little less. when we came back i saw a lot more people than normal in the grassy quod by my apartment. well, it was the neighbor lady with her four or so kids and a police officer. oh, yeah. so the lady is holding several spray paint cans and their porch was covered in drawings. i'm just glad it was theirs and not mine. so i walked by and smiled at the lady and said "a little excitement?" she almost smiled and then glared at her kids. priceless! the policeman seemed to be giving the kids a lecture about vandalism, so i just went into my apartment. at least i have a couple years before i need to worry about trouble like that.

Do You Play Croquet?

we had a fun memorial day. our ward had a picnic at a really nice park. andrew and emmy played at the playground and played with balls. andrew and i played ladderball for a while. then me and andrew and some of his cousins played croquet. my mom had gotten a set just recently and we opened it for the first time. i hadn't played in so long i had to read the rules. i remember i used to play all the time when i was a kid. andrew thought it was like golf at first, but then he got the hang of it, sort of, and didn't hit the ball so hard or swing his stick so wildly. of course he did keep picking up his ball and putting it in front of the wickets so he could hit it through. we just let him and didn't count his wins. he really enjoyed himself. i love it when he likes things that i liked as a kid.

Hide and Seek

my niece is spending the night tonight. the kids are playing with her. they were playing hide and seek. i was sitting on the couch and stayja was counting while andrew and emmy ran to go hide. everytime she would count the kids would hide under the kitchen table. so, andrew and emmy start going in opposite directions and andrew yells "emmy, let's hide under here". i couldn't help but laugh. they're too young to understand the need for stealth yet, i guess. we had a nice chuckle, stayja and me.

Sick and Twisted

my husband and i like to joke around a lot with eachother. we also like to watch crime dramas together. tonight we watched criminal minds. this guy killed a bunch of people and then fed them to the pigs on his farm. after the show derek made himself a milkshake, but he made too much. he asked me if i wanted any. i told him no, but then he asked again in a sort of fake menacing way. then he told me that he didn't want to have to twist my arm. i took the milkshake and asked him if he would really ever twist my arm. he said that he would twist it right off and then beat me with it. so i asked if he would then feed me to the pigs. we both laughed about that. i guess you could say we have a dark sense of humor. anyway, i was just getting onto facebook when all this went down so i put in a plea for help as my status. that cracked me up, but derek didn't laugh. he said now people will be thinking things about him. i can't imagine being afraid of him. he's too much of a pushover for that. not that he's a doormat, but you know what i mean. anyway, one friend said that my posts would freak anybody out. she knows me well enough to know that it's a joke. at least i think she does. well, if the police show up at my door i guess i'll know who called them.

Warning!: Adult Content

we went to the playground today. we live in an apartment complex that has two playgrounds, but we always go to the big one with the fence around it. it has one of those big things with slides and ladders and a rope bridge and lots of little rooftops. i always like to see what sort of things are written all over every spare inch. today i saw what seemed to be a gang symbol. actually, i saw it twice. i also saw a swastika. of course there were the usual "for a good time call" messages. the funny thing that struck me, though, was that there were quite a few things written about a boy named shelby. it seemed no matter where i was on the big toy there was some new tidbit, or piece of the puzzle into shelby's explicit life. whoever this poor kid is, he needs to find new outlets for his creativity and lifestyle choices. at least find better friends or less angry enemies. i won't go into too much detail, but i'm sure you can guess. mostly, it seems that shelby prefers male company, whether family relations or not, and even monkeys. was that too much? i also learned that another boy prefers asian girls to white girls and that true love does exist. as in "girl" +"boy"= love. that one cracked me up. nothing like math to say i love you. i'm really glad my kids can't read yet. i can't even count how many times i saw swear words. my kids looked at them and just said that there were letters. i'm sad that eventually they will learn to read. i hope that they will never be the ones to be writing things like this. i know that i never wrote anything like that, when i was a kid.

What the Heck?

so, andrew is telling me he doesn't want to play candyland. i have no idea where this is coming from. i haven't even offered to him to play candyland, so i don't know why he is whining. he's "crying" and saying "mommy, i don't want to play candyland. i don't want to play candyland". i told him that was fine. usually he is begging to play so i don't know what this is all about. unless he is trying reverse psychology. if that's the case then he is a genius. i mean, he has some reasoning skills, but to come up with something like that is pretty cool.

Hail the Conquering Hero!

he did it! derek finally got that dang bug outta my house! i'm so happy to be rid of it. i can finally relax. ahhh. i'm gonna go take a nice relaxing bug free bath.

O Husband, Where Art Thou?

have you ever heard me scream? if you were at my apartment five minutes ago, then the answer would be yes. i was in the bathroom, sitting there, minding my own business and i see this bug near my feet. i screamed bloody murder. i thought it was a daddy long leg spider. nope. just a skeeter eater. that's what derek calls them. it came into my apartment the other day and it's been going here and there. we can't seem to catch it. i'm about to go all nasty and put up a flystrip. those things totally gross me out. anyway, where was derek while i was having my melt down? in bed. he's so tired. personally, i don't think that he should wiggle out of his responsibility as bug killer just because he's tired, so i called him a chump. actually, i had andrew deliver the message for me. andrew thought the whole situation was hilarious. he wanted to see the bug, but it had already gone back into hiding. he also doesn't hear me scream too often. not like that anyway.

Time-Waster

i've been spending a lot of time on facebook, lately. it just never seems to stop interesting me. i can see all kinds of updates on people and their are little games to play. i like to play sudoku on there and then i have a little farm that i enjoy taking care of, not to mention my green patch and blue cove. i think that i just have an addictive personality. not to pills or anything though, just to stuff. i guess i'm lucky that i'm a time-waster instead of a substance abuser. sometimes i wonder what i would be like if i had grown up in a different environment. if i'd grown up with parents who smoked, for instance, would i not find it completely repulsive? would i actually be inclined to take up smoking? these are just some things that i wonder sometimes. i guess you could argue nature versus nurture. brought up to be disgusted by something, rather than those feelings just being inherent in me. i don't know. i'm just rambling at this point. again, wasting time. i better go get my behind in gear and clean my house before derek gets home.

Tales of the Blubbering Idiot

once again, my mother laughs at my pain.

so i was assigned to teach today at church. i really hate teaching. i don't like talking to a group of people. i don't raise my hand in class, or offer any sort of comment. ever. i don't know why i was asked, but i'm sure no one had any idea what they were getting. before i could even start talking, i started crying. that's right. just standing there was hard. so then, our relief society president gets up and tells them that it's just really hard for me to speak in front of a group, and if people could say prayers for me, it would be good. that set me off. luckily, one of the counselors had given me some tissues. i think i used about 9 of them. so basically, it was twenty minutes of me trembling, crying, trying to calm down, hoping to just faint, and a little bit of talking. after church my mom took me to her house. on the way i was telling her all that had happened and she's cracking up. she was subbing in the primary as the music person. she said that if she'd known i was teaching she would have poked her head in. i pointed out that this would have made the crowd bigger, so it was probably a good thing that she didn't. she just laughed again.
this is not the first time that she's laughed at me when i've had to speak. years ago, before i was married i was asked to give a talk in sacrament meeting. i was going to the singles branch, and was still fairly new to nevada. anyway, i told a story of something that had happened years earlier. apparently it made people think that i currently had no friends and i swear they wanted to assign one to me. yeah, mom cracked up at that, too.
i don't know why i get chosen to speak. i can't do it. you want me to sing a song? sure, no problem. oh, dance on stage? that's fine. recite a poem? okay. talk? with my own words? absolutely not. i don't know if technically i have panic attacks. i need to see the symptom list, or talk to a psychologist. my own personal opinion, heck yeah it was a panic attack.