1. I heart Facebook. In the beginning, I did not heart Facebook. It brought back some serious high school angst issues. Umm...wait, in high school I was to involved in recreational activities to actually care what anyone thought...let's make that junior high. Yes, it brought back junior high angst issues. So, in the first weeks of joining, I didn't send out any friend requests for fear of being rejected...it felt sort of like asking one of the girls with the perfectly tight-rolled jeans, two pair of co-ordinating scrunch socks stuffed into a pair of Eastlands with the curly-q laces and requisite 10 inch bouffant if you could sit in the vacant seat next to her at the popular girl table only to have her roll her eyes and say "what-evvver". I cringe just thinking about it.
Instead, I was content to let my little inbox fill with requests from people. People that had I been asked, I would have been sure couldn't care less about status updates that informed them that "Destry is..(insert silly activity/ thought/ emotion)....".
I love looking at pictures of people from high school and middle school and seeing how their lives have turned out. I'm also fairly certain that more than one person has been surprised to check out my profile and find that not only am I off drugs and loving Jesus, but that I am also a Republican. (Honestly, I'm not sure which of the three have caused the most head-scratching).
2. Cammie has figured out that there is more to this whole "how do babies get in your tummy" thing than we are telling her. Her last question was "how do babies get out of your booty"? "Jesus helps the doctor...and ummm...it's not the booty" was not a sufficient answer. "What do you mean it's not the booty" she asked. "Errmm, umm well, it's the tooty, not the booty" I answer. Followed by a quick "Are you thirsty, do you want some Coke"?
Cammie does not fall to diversionary tactics that easily. When I offered up Coke near bed time, she recognized that I was trying to get out of the conversation. She said "No, it's almost bedtime, I can't have Coke. How does Jesus help the doctor get the baby out of the TOOTY"?
I know that I need to sit down and draw diagrams and use appropriate terminology. For some reason I am not ready to use the big "V"-rhymes-with-angIna-word with the 5 year old. So, I did what any other "V" word phobic mother would do and said "Jesus helps the doctor study in college to know how to help the baby come out. I've never studied to be a doctor so I'm not sure how that works. Are you sure you don't want some Coke"?
To which she replied "Oh, so you don't know. Maybe the baby does come out the booty and not the tooty. I'll ask the doctor. Can I have a BIG glass of Coke"?
Needless to say, I am summoning my inner OB/GYN to talk with her the next time she asks. In the meantime, I gave her a big glass of Coke.
3. How many electrical outlet adapter thingies should I take to Austria? This question has been causing me some serious insomnia.
4. No, I am not going to the place "that has all the kangaroos" nor am I going to the place "where you have to get around by boat". The first would be AUSTRALIA and the second would be VENICE. We are going to Vienna, Austria. You know, that place that Mozart and Beethoven hung out.
5. February has been almost as boring as January. I am reminding myself that the kids will be out of school in three short months and I will be longing for some "down time"...and trying to make the most of it while I have it.
And there you have it... more randomness. Now, this list only had 5 things, but the first two were long. I hope that counts as a "longer" list of randomness.
