Update

We lost tonight. I didn't get hurt...I guess my crazy head was getting the best of me earlier today.
Little man totally attempted to snag himself a daddy. It was pretty cute. A guy from another team came to the fields, and little man couldn't keep his eyes off of him. He actually walked up to this guy and was flirting with him in his little toddler way. I couldn't help but giggle inside..he was trying to hook mama up..and he's got great taste too! The guy was very nice to little man, and made some small talk with me too. Maybe we'll talk more over the summer. I guess only time will tell :)

Hmmm

Tonight is softball...The only reason why I am posting this is the last time I was this excited to take the field, I ended up with a severely sprained ankle. Either this post is going to be self fulfilling prophecy, I'll be able to say "I TOLD YOU SO" to myself, or nothing will happen. Let's hope (for my sake) that nothing happens. Happy Wednesday everybody!!

So Sweet.

Nothing puts a smile on a girls face quite like the day when she buys herself some beautiful star gazing lilies for her desk. The aroma is breathtaking, and the flowers are gorgeous. It's a happy day, even though the sun refuses to shine!

Baseball and Shoes

Yesterday my mind was filled with a plethora of emotion filled thoughts and feelings. Some fantastic, and some not so much. I went from being content with life, to feeling like a giant asshole, to feeling frustrated, to honored, to excited....etc (I think you get the picture). All of my emotions were the result of external forces. I am not blaming anyone or anything, just stating a fact that yes, although I have control of my actions, sometimes my thoughts and feelings have a mind of their own..and yesterday was one of those days where they just couldn't decide if they wanted to be happy about life, or really upset about it.
One awesome thing that happened yesterday was receiving free tickets to the twins game. I took the free tickets as an opportunity to take little man to his first 2008season game. He had been to a couple of games the previous two seasons, and had been very well behaved. Turns out, he's a lot of fun at baseball games! He sat and stared, and by the sixth inning he started cheering! (which I am convinced his cheering is the reason the twins started getting hits..hehehe).
I immediately invited Mark to the game. He reluctantly accepted my invite. I was given four tickets, so I tried calling a few other friends who I thought might be interested, but since it was so last-minute they already had evening plans lined up. It actually turned out perfect that it was just the three of us. Little man had the option of sitting in his own seat, and we had an extra seat to house the backpack that I, the overly prepared mom, just HAD to bring. It was the first time in a while I didn't feel packed into the dome like a sardine. If I could afford to buy two extra seats when I go to the games, believe me, I WOULD! :)
Another awesome thing that happened yesterday was receiving free running shoes. They came from a brokerage firm who was trying to win the hearts of our VP's in the office over...I was asked by their firm to find out the shoe sizes of the VP's (secretively) and they also said I should send them my size. I was expecting something silly like a pair of slippers...but running shoes? I was stoked! I wish I could have taped the conversation I had with one of the VP's wives..."Hi, I work with your husband..I know this is going to sound silly, but can you tell me his shoe size and not tell him I called?"
I really do think there is some version of Karma in the world...and after the past week I have had, it was darn-tootin time things started turning around for me...the combination of a virtually free evening, and new shoes was JUST the trick!

...Did I mention I spotted my favorite WCCO reporter Jason DeRusha at the dome. Turns out, he was at the game MC'ing for WWB. Small world, eh?

Times, they have-a-changed.

I went out with Jane, Me, and a few other girls this past weekend to see SATC. Me summed up the night fabulously...
When we were out on the town, it got me thinking. SATC was first introduced in my life when I was living in a house with FIVE other girls. The house was very compact. There were two bedrooms upstairs, two on the main level, and two in the basement. We thought it would be a fabulous idea to all live together, but it proved to be one of the most difficult years of my life. I guess I never realized how much I need my alone time, and how horrible other women can be towards one another. The only great thing that came out of a year of hell was SATC. I still remember the night of the season finale. I had only JUST started watching the series, so I had a lot to catch up on...the finale was an episode that brought the six roomies together, if only for an hour. We gathered in one of the basement bedrooms, mixed up homemade cosmos, laughed at some parts, and cried at others. There aren't too many times I will say this about that time period of my life, but it really was a fun night!
Flash forward to this past Saturday. Me threw out the fantastic idea to get us all together for an impromptu girls night. We met, ate some fabulous food, enjoyed some fabulous conversation, sipped a cosmo or two, watched the movie together, laughed, and also cried together. We were six women out to have a great time...and the difference between this experience, and the one of four years ago was enormous. The women I shared my SATC experience with last Saturday are strong, supportive women who I know will be around for me when the next SATC movie comes out. They are women I look up to, and I am honored to call each of them a friend.

Update

Number of plastic tom-cat traps set: 6
Number of sticky traps: 3
Number of Mr. BoJangles caught: 0

I SHAKE MY FIST AT YOU MR. BOJANGLES!!!!

Weekend Warrior

Operation Mr. BoJangles is still in full effect. Friday, when I got home from an impromptu dinner, I ended up crashing extremely early due to massive exhaustion and high stress levels. It was much needed sleep, and I was so happy I didn't fight going to sleep so early.
Saturday morning I was woken up by little man rummaging through some of the toiletries pulled from my BoJangles Dropping filled linen cabinet. When I discovered him, he looked at me and said "Potty Mama." I humored him, and set him on the pot. We haven't started to tackle the potty training completely, but I'm not going to deny him a sit on the pot. I wasn't really paying attention to him, when all of the sudden I heard a trickle....HE ACTUALLY WENT POTTY IN THE TOILET! I was besides myself, shedding a few tears of joy. He had the biggest grin on his face and was also very happy. Although it was only 7am, I couldn't wait to have little man personally tell grandma and grandpa. He did so. Grandma answered the phone still drunk...but said congrats and proceeded to pass back out. Grandpa also said congrats, but the conversation was cut a bit short. While I was translating little mans words for Grandpa, little man was running around the apartment naked. He really loves to be naked, and I didn't have the energy to chase him down. He started on a full-out sprint down the hallway towards me, when PLOP! Mid-spring a giant BoJangles shaped turd flew out of his little bum and landed on the carpet. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen. I never knew you could poo like that mid stride!!

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On the BoJangles Front: After the potty miracle, I decided to take little man shopping. We purchased new clothes for both of us, a new bay-bume (vacuum) for the droppings, and most importantly, Big Boy Unders and Pull-Ups. I know it's a bit preemptive for the BBU's, but I just couldn't resist. These tiny unders are absolutely adorable! I'm hoping they are all he's using by the end of summer...Keep your fingers crossed for us!!!
I started doing a major cleaning in the afternoon. The only reason why I stopped was so I could attend a fun girls night out, which I will tell you about later.
Cleaning was disgusting. Mark came over and helped. Honestly, he was my savior of the weekend. He would not allow me to pay him, even if I offered...nor would he accept any sort of gift from me. I truly hope what goes around comes around for him..because he definitely deserves to be canonized after all of his help this past weekend.
Sunday I woke up a bit tired. By 11 I was in full cleaning mode. I was so overwhelmed with the droppings that I allowed myself to take a short nap. After re-charging my batteries I was good to go. I separated laundry, started laundry, and continued cleaning out and organizing my closets. I am pretty sure I cleaned about 100+ square feet of closet space over the weekend. I was feeling pretty good about life on Sunday, until early afternoon. Little man and I were sitting down to a late lunch, when I noticed something on top of my refrigerator.....You guessed it, Mr. BoJangles had left more treats for me. That was my breaking moment. I couldn't contemplate having enough strength or motivation to get through, so I broke down. I started crying very hard, and unfortunately, little man saw every tear drop. I felt even worse for crying in front of him, but once I opened up the flood gates, there was no going back. He looked at me with a concerning brow and said "mama cry?..mama crabby?" I told him I was frustrated with life..there's no sense lying to him right? I told him I was also frustrated with Grandma and Grandpa. He started playing with his food, and I snapped at him...not one of my proudest moments, I'll admit. He looked at me, and stuck his bottom lip out a mile...then he dramatically threw his head down on the table into his arms. Very dramatic, and very cute at the same time. I felt absolutely.horrible. I quickly reassured him that mommy wasn't mad. He shouted from his arms "No!" Then I calmed the fires by telling him mommy was frustrated with Grandma, and Grandpa..but that I loved him (little-man) sooo much. The second miracle of the weekend occurred, because he somehow managed to understand me. I felt my heart start to beat again, and made a panicked phone call to Mark. When he heard how upset I was, he came over without hesitating. He stayed for about eight hours, helping me go through the rest of my belongings. He was a key component to abolishing Mr. BoJangles. Hopefully, the traps I purchased over the weekend will also help me with this matter.
I am almost entirely convinced these unwanted tenants came to my apartment via the generous couches I received from a friend....but it really doesn't matter WHERE they came from..just as long as I can keep them out for good! I don't think I have ever been more organized in my life. I have almost all of my belongings in a plastic container of some sort. I threw away about six large garbage bags of belongings that were weighing me down. As Mark put it before he left last night "Well, we definitely left our carbon footprint this weekend!"