Questions and Life

This morning, I firmly believe pandora's box has been opened. While walking little man into school, I reminded him that he needed to hold mommy's hand while in the street. He graciously listened, but then let out a "Why mom?"

I almost peed my pants.

This was his first "Why" question...and I have a STRONG feeling it's not going to be his last.

I don't think I was much of a "why-child", but I know for certain that my brother was. I'll be the FIRST to tell you, it drove me nuts 22 years ago, and I'm convinced it's going to drive me nuts now!

Wow..saying something was bad "22 years ago" really makes me feel old.

When I was in my pre-teens, I remember hearing (on some television talk show) that statistically, if a woman truly believes she will be married by a specific age, her chances of being married when she was that specific age increases. Maybe this falls into line with self fulfilling prophecy...but I'll be the first to tell you that my prophecy was not self fulfilled.

I had always imagined I would be engaged at 24, and married by 26...with my first baby at 28. As a 13 year old, I had my life planned out perfectly. Little did I know I'd be a single parent of a 1yo at 24, still not engaged at 25...and who the hell knows WHERE I'll be at 26.

Although my life hasn't turned out the way I originally planned, I'm quite alright with that. I am a firm believer that good things come to those willing to wait... I've put in my time, and continue to pay my dues. I'm happy, and I think that's all that matters!

I'm Martha Effin Stewart B*!@#es

That's right, I said it. I really haven't been able to pinpoint what motivated me to:
~Organize a Saturday Morning football game
~Wake up on said Saturday morning and make a delicious breakfast of pumpkin pancakes and bacon
~Make Snickerdoodles on the same said Saturday morning
~Brew a huge pot of coffee to bring with to the football game along with the cookies.

Really, I'm going to brag about this....because I am that cool.

The turnout was fairly decent. We had a total of six to start, and a seventh joined a mid game. It was fun to act like a kid again.

We must have looked like a group of cool kids because our stellar skills caught the eye of a local 10 year old who just HAD to play with us. We willingly invited him to play. He was nice at first, but then got super cocky proclaiming "I'm going to out run all of these guys." Did I mention I don't like kids?

Really...other peoples kids tend to drive me bonkers.* I love little man, and for the life of me, if he ever turns into one of "those kids" I'll lock him in his room until he acts like a civilized human. Not really...but I'll be damned if he turns out to be a brat, you can count on that!

*Not your kid though...your kid is great! :)