Brain Dump

Okay. I am dumping my brain here and now. I have all these thoughts swirling around my head I keep thinking about to blog, but I already overpost, so I am getting back to once a day, and I am just going to dump all these thoughts here.

1. Our anniversary evening-- even surpassed what I had planned (see yesterday) in unromantic-ness. I am thinking of writing a screenplay about it called, "The Eight Year Burn." Here's the plot. Mom notices daughter sucking her thumb, and asks her to go get the "Thum" to paint on. Thum is a product sold to help cease thumb-sucking and its ingrediants are as follows:

• Cayenne Pepper Extract
• Citric acid
• Isopropyl Alcohol
• Acetone
• Lacquer

The daughter, showing first-time prompt obedience, brings the mom the Thum. She failed to mention, however, that she had already opened it, being first-time promptly DISobedient, as this is something she is not permitted to do. Mom was lounging on the couch, and as she brought the bottle up to open it the entire contents of the bottle splashed her in the face, specifically in one eye, down her cheek and into her mouth. Mom seriously thinks her eye/face is going to burn to a crisp. Feels lousy all night. Everyone goes to bed early.

2. Sorry for the youtube dump over the weekend-- I was with my sister Gretchen, and that is her life. (Just kidding-- she has three kids as well and she homeschools... THAT is her life.) :)

3. I am actually at a place where I am praying that Nico has a parasite or a bacterial infection like ecoli or salmonella. Weird, huh? Without being too graphic, he's been having some, um... symptoms. These symptoms are not normal and so we're hoping that after we submit some "samples" we can get a clear answer as to what is causing them without having to do any further investigation.

4. As of yesterday, the implant process is complete and I am no longer toothless. Happy Anniversary Nick! I got you a present that cost $4000! Speaking of our anniversary, I seriously might be the worst wife in the history of wife-ness. I never even filled out the card I got Nick. Which, you know, happens. It just so happens that it happens to me often. For this is the VERY SAME CARD that I bought last year and forgot to fill out. When I was looking through my card stash the other day I found it and thought, "Bonus! Now I don't have to go out and buy a card-- I already have one." (Just so you don't think we are anti-anniversary, we DID go out to dinner over the weekend while we were in the OBX and really, Mexico was our plan for this anniversary.) But still, come one. We need to do better. I did, however, get a card from Nick.

5. Yesterday I learned the definition of the term "exercise in futility." I had ordered a ridiculously overpriced swimsuit from Lands End for our upcoming trip to Mexico (woot, woot) and when I tried it on, I asked Nick, "Do you think this looks okay?" To which (I swear) he did not even look at me fully before answering, "I love it!" Cause, yeah. What else is he going to say?

6. Whenever Nia is praying at night, she always (literally) closes this way:

I love you God.
I love you Jesus.
I love you God and Jesus.
Amen God.
Amen Jesus.
Amen God and Jesus.
Amen.
Amen.
Amen.
Amen.
Amen.

What I want to know is this-- why does the Holy Spirit get the shaft? Although, in terms of length, the closing already seems more than adequate... So I am going to wait to correct her.

That's all for now...