Everyone I Ever Was and Everyone I Ever Will Be

Climbing the 25-foot tall Monolith with my nephews, and then when that didn't kill me,



bouncing around on the Frogger at the Tulsa Zoo. Eat that, fear of heights.

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So the truck died when Chris was getting ready to go to work this morning, and so he ended up taking the van. Which meant I couldn't take Kaylee and Ian over to grandma and grandpa's the way I'd said I would last night. Then this happened:

Kaylee: "Let's go to nana and papa's!"
Me: "Well, daddy's got the van today, so we'll have to wait until later to go."
Kaylee: "Hmmm. Well, we can walk to nana and papa's!"
((since that would be a three-mile walk. . .))
Me: "I don't think that'd be a good idea, sweetie."
Kaylee: "Aw, it's okay, mommy, I'll hold your hand!"

This kid, I swear. lol

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We were over at my parents', and getting ready to go back home. I called into the office, where Dad was letting Kaylee watch Looney Tunes, and told Kaylee to put her shoes on.

Kaylee: "Oh, dammit."
Mom: "Did I just hear what I thought I heard?"
Me: "I think so."
Mom: "Kaylee, where did you hear something like that?"
Kaylee: *points back toward the office*

;-)

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Been married for six years now. :-)

To celebrate, we (Chris and I, the kids, mom, and Devin) headed to the Oklahoma Aquarium and then for late lunch/early dinner we went to Joe Momma's, which has absolutely awesome pizza. Devin ordered The Incinerator, and somehow managed to get through about half of it without running for a pitcher of milk.

And the waiter recommended a good place to get tattoos. ((I am trying to get my courage up so that whenever we can manage to save the money, I can get a small one))

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Visit with the family went great-- we went up there as a surprise for my grandmother's 80th birthday. :-) Also, I went about four times to this absolutely fantastic bookstore called Frugal Muse.

I am so, sooooo glad to be home, though. The kids are glad, too. They were really well-behaved, but a 12-hour drive is definitely hard on a 3-year old and an eleven-month old.

In other news, the bidding on the 'lunch-and-set-visit with Jeffrey Dean Morgan' auction is up over $1,000 already, with four days left. I am totally not surprised by this. Within the next four days, I need to win the lottery.

Now, off to catch up with my friends-list!

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Making her Butter Cake recipe for the Easter Egg Hunt this afternoon at Chris's parents . . . my house smells amazing right now.



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Yesterday I woke up with pretty bad chest pain.

I'd had it off and on for about a year now, but then it was always a sharp pain whenever I took a breath, and it lasted about a minute and a half, tops. So by the time I was able to really get worried, it was gone.

This time? Lasted for half an hour. I browse around on webMD ("Could be something harmless. Could be cancer." Gee, thanks) and then call mom to ask her exactly what heartburn feels like. She says that what I'm having is probably that, and so at lunch when she and dad come to visit me and the tots, dad brings a bottle of antacids.

Take four of them. Nothing happens.

Since it's been about three hours by this point, I bite the bullet and call my doctor. He's out of town for the day, and the nurse says that considering it's chest pain, she has to recommend going to the ER.

So I hang up, tell my parents that she just has to recommend that because she can't diagnose over the phone, it's probably nothing. That yeah, the whole three-hour thing isn't great, but the pain isn't spreading, my arm doesn't hurt, and it's always faded off before.

Mom: "True. Now get in the car."

So I get to the ER, where I think about half the staff is people I graduated with. One EKG, one chest X-ray, and a shot in the butt later, and I am the proud owner of an inflamed muscle! Which explains why it only acted up in bursts before-- just pulled it or something-- but kept hurting yesterday . . . the other night I carried Ian around for about three hours straight when he wasn't feeling well but kept fighting sleep.

Took a bunch of Ibuprofen to help the swelling go down, and was told to take three or four pills whenever it started acting up again.

And that was my excitement for the year.

-- Three days ago, it was seventy degrees here. Now we've got about a foot of snow. Yay Kansas!

-- We just rented the miniseries Alice . . . I am totally in love with it. As in, I would write fanfiction if I had the time love. Also, Andrew Lee Potts is completely adorable.

-- Conversation my father had with Kaylee yesterday:

Dad: "So are you and Ian still planning to take over the world when you get older?"
Kaylee: "Uh-huh."
Dad: "Any new plans for how to do it?"
Kaylee: "Uh-huh."
Dad: "Can the rest of us get in on these plans?"
Kaylee (complete with Very Serious Look): "No."

-- Day 9:

Safe Shelter
From their website:

"SAFE Shelter is a private, non-profit agency dedicated to victims of domestic violence and their children. Open 24-hours a day, seven days a week, the shelter offers 48 beds, all meals and clothes and other services, all at no charge to clients.

The shelter first opened its doors to victims in Savannah in 1979. Since then, thousands have come and gone through its doors, seeking relief from the violence in their own homes. The shelter maintains partnerships with the Savannah-Chatham Metropolitan Police Department, Chatham County Sheriff’s Department, Rape Crisis Center, Coastal Children’s Advocacy Center, Chatham County Victim Witness Assistance Program and other local agencies dedicated to providing services to women and children."

Went across the Royal Gorge bridge. Beautiful view, even though I was hyperventilating half the time (dumb fear of heights).

Got to talk with my cousin Jenny again! She is awesome, and I got her hooked on the Dresden Files. Yays.

Kaylee got to play with her cousin Brandon, who is so completely adorable I wanted to take him home.

Went up the cog railway to the top of Pike's Peak.

One of the favorite parts of the trip: going to the Aquarium.

One of the least favorite parts: having our car motor decide it hated us and was going to die. On the Interstate. We had to rent a U-Haul truck and car dolly to get the dumb thing home. There was $500 I wasn't expecting to spend. . .

Got home and found out the cats had acquired fleas in our absence. Cue me washing everything in the house.

Saw the Friday the 13th remake last night. Wasn't half bad. (of course, my love for Jared Padalecki could be influencing my opinion)

Off to write some story notes.

So Chris and I headed out at about 1 in the afternoon to go run some errands and whatnot. Then he drops me and Kaylee off at my parents' to visit for a while and goes to work.

Cut to 7:45 tonight. Mom drives us back to the house-- and we see the door standing wide open.

We back out of the driveway and I call the police. Two squad cars arrive in about five minutes or so, and the cops go through the house. They, fortunately, didn't find anybody. I go through it afterwards, while they're still here, to check if anything's out of place. ((as dad said, if anyone had come in, the computer would be gone)) Nothing.

Figure it must be that the door didn't quite latch and the wind blew it open, or that Chris and I did that wonderful comedy of errors where he locks the door and I unlock it a few moments later.

We thanked the cops and they left, and now the cats are wandering around the house sniffing everything. Two of them are, anyway. I know I won't see Daisy for another five or six hours yet. Thank goodness we have a screen door.

Anyway, I suppose this should reassure me, that the door was standing open for about seven hours and nobody came in. I'm still pretty sure I'm going to stay up until Chris gets home.