Thursday, February 28, 2013

Goodbye February, hello March.

I looked at my calendar this morning and came upon this realization. Tomorrow is March. Already.

I wondered how this happened. Because I was pretty sure we were just flipping over to the new year yesterday.

Now we are two months down, ten to go.

I for one won't be sad to get rid of the month. Its not that it was a horrible month, sure I ended it with being sick. But overall, February wasn't horrible. Little man turned four, The brother in law/sis in law moved back to the states-to sunny Florida none the less-and while I am a tad bit jealous, I remind myself I now have a reason to visit. Hockey is back, despite the fact the Caps are crappy this year, at least its back. I still have a job, which is pretty big right now. And there was no major snowstorm in the DC area to worry about. I realize I am the only one in the area that was thrilled with this knowledge. My two hour plus commute is long enough without the added issue of snow.

So no, none of which was horribly bad what so ever.

But there is something about March, the knowledge that spring is right around the corner. The fact my semester will be halfway over. Warm weather will be coming in sooner rather than later. Baseball is fast approaching. And the days are getting longer. Summer will be here before we know it.

All of which makes me a very happy camper and glad to see the month of February come to an end.

Sure March is somewhat a long month when I think about it. There are no holiday breaks-in my term anyway-and even if warm weather is coming, March can be cold, and ugly. But for some reason I will take this over the short freezing days of winter that February brings.

So I will gladly say good bye to February.

And hello March.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

You make me sick.

Well I thought perhaps I may have been able to go all winter long without the flu/cold hit the house. But it looks like my good luck has run out. No it has not hit my son, nor my husband-thankfully, but myself.

It started Saturday. My first thought was brilliant. I wondered where the truck that hit me had gone because it must have come so fast, I did not see it coming. After all there were no other warning signs. I was fine, fine up until that morning.

My husband, god bless him took our son for the better part of the weekend, staying out of the way so that I could muster enough strength to do homework, and to go to a game-because I was well enough to do this, I swore.-and for this I was grateful. Even if I felt like complete and utter shit. And I swore by Sunday night I would feel better. I had to right?

Yet, by Monday morning I was no better. In fact I could pretty much say that I was getting worse.

Wonderful.

And it could not have come at a worse time. Though when is there ever really a good time to get sick. While I have leave, and plenty of sick hours at work, I find it hard to take off for something that could be a really bad cold. After all, its not like I am getting sick. Rather I can't breath, I ache and my throat is pretty much thick with stuff that should not be mentioned. And unlike the flu, this has been going on for the past couple of days. And right now, taking a week off of work due to a sickness is probably not the greatest of ideas.

Then of course there is the matter of school. Yes I allow myself a class or two to miss, most of the time its allowed with the professors. But I have four projects due next week for the class. One of which is a team project/presentation. Tonight is the final class meeting before hand. So is advisable to miss the class because of something that may or may not be the flu/cold??? I remind myself I can push my way through it. There are rest rooms and all. Drown myself in enough cold medicine to make it through at least half a class. It should say something right?

If I was any other person, taking off the time, school or work would not be given a second thought. But I am not that kind of person. Instead I will muster everything I have and push through it. Until I can take no more.

Though I wonder if it would truly be better to just give in.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Five Question Friday: Spinning

 Ah we have entered the last Friday in February-can you believe it?-this weeks Friday Five's theme: Spinning.

1. What’s had you spinning ’round in circles lately?


My four year old. He has kept me on my toes lately. Between that and school. Speaking of which I have four assignments due for one class all on the same day. Awesome?

2. When were you last on a bicycle?


Years ago. Its horrible I really should get back on one. I absolutely loved bike riding as a kid.

3. Who’s the best storyteller you know?


Hands down, my uncle Mike. 100% on this one.

4. How well do you handle carnival rides?


Love me some roller coasters, but at a carnival I don't trust them. So I avoid most of the traveling carnival rides if I can.

5. What do you think of TV gameshow Wheel of Fortune?

Wheel of Fortune is eh, but give me Jeopardy any day.

And there you have them, short and sweet today. Have a fabulous weekend.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Is this what it has become?

Last night, while waiting for little man to settle down I flipped over to American Idol.

It was the first time I had seen it all season. Needless to say, I think it will probably be my last.

I sat and watched, unimpressed with most of the contestants. I found their selections boring, and most sang them over performed. No they weren't singing to the audience, or even the judges who held their fate in the hand. But to the cameras. Some it seemed attempted to dance. And yeah that seemed to go well. I don't know what it really was but I was just so:

Unimpressed.

Which is a shame, because I used to love the show. I used to schedule my classes around it and couldn't wait to see who was up next, and who would be going home. I remember back in the day-which is sad to think its been long enough that I can use the phrase-when it was truly about the singing. And the first few weeks, their was no makeover and no huge production like it seemed to have been that night.

And while I admit I do not have a singing voice at all-this will be left to thy sisters-I really didn't find any of them that left me wanting, begging for more. The way Daughtry, and Carrie had done all those years ago.

As for the judges?

Its hard, as I have never been a Mariah fan, nor a Nikki fan. I found Mariah at times to be a little annoying with her sweet act. Oh sweetie....I do not doubt she is a great person. She just hasn't been any one of mine. As for Nikki, her voice can drive me bonkers half the time, but at least she has been somewhat funny.

And then there is Keith, who is one of my favorite country acts. Who I love and adore, and yet even I found myself surprised by him. He was a lot harsher than I expected him to be. Which is a shame because I really wanted to like him as a judge. Really really did.

Randy is always Randy....so not much to say.

But its safe to say, if this is the way the show is going to go..I doubt I will be tuning in to watch every week....

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Weekend Recap...






Its been a couple of days. I apologize. The family and I decided to head down to NC to spend a long weekend at my parent's place is rural North Carolina. The time away was a much needed mini vacation, even if it wasn't very exciting. Figured I would do a recap of the non-eventful, yet eventful weekend...

1. The drive down on Friday was easy, I love heading down there when it isn't one of the following:

  • summer
  • a major-labor day, memorial day. 4th-holiday
  • Spring break
2. We took my mom, who thankfully was feeling well enough to tag along.
3. This made the trip more entertaining for Logan.
4. Two hours after arriving, the hot water heater broke. Spent most of the weekend getting it fixed.
5. Insurance covered it completely.
6. Saw the big sis=fabulous time.
7. Logan was brave enough to try his hand at the local bungee jump at the maill.
8. But was not brave enough to flip.
9. Got treated to a little bit of a shopping spree=total win on my part.
10. Gus is probably the cutest kitty ever.
11. Went down south to escape the cold
12. It followed, it actually snowed more there than it has up north this year.
13. I have a set of awesome great Aunt and Uncle, breakfast was delicious.
14. Or was according to my husband.
15. We had no desire to leave.
16. Even more so when Andy got pulled over and tickets for speeding.

And now I am back at work, the next time I have any time off looks to be memorial day. The plus, we are heading even further south for a couple of warm days in sunshine and Star Wars.....

Lets just hope we can make it.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Five Question Friday 2/15/2013: Criticism

Happy Friday my lovelies! Yes we have come to another end of the week. And for most of us, its a three day weekend, always a blessing if you ask me. Once again its time for my Friday Five. This weeks topic: Criticism 

1. How well do you receive criticism?

In all honesty, not very well. I have been put down so many times that I can't handle it anymore. I went through years of having a teacher make me stand in front of the class telling them I was stupid, I blame this on my lack of ability to handle criticism.


2. When did someone else’s criticism of you result in growth?


The same teacher that did that to me, while I can't handle it, she also taught me to be strong. Emotionally and all.

3. What do you think of film critics?


Half the time I do not agree with what they think. If they like it, I don't and vice versa.

4. What’s something you’d like to make a critical statement about right now?

I was not a fan of the Twilight Series, despite the fact everyone else loved them.


5. Who’s the most critical person you know?

I think we are all way to critical of ourselves. And to hard on ourselves. We are our own worst critics...

And there you have it, this weeks Friday Five, have a fabulous three day weekend my friends.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Happy Valentine's Day.






Wanted to take the time to wish everyone a Happy Valentine's day. I know for many its a pointless silly holiday that Hallmark seems to have created to either make us feel one of two things about ourselves. Either exceptionally great, or exceptionally lousy. I have been on both ends of the spectrum, as most have I suspect.

In high school I hated it. I watched as one by one, girl after girl  received things. Flowers chocolate's. You name it. I envied these girls. Most of whom would complain about it. Back then I would have killed for a simple valentine form anyone. My parents did their best to stand in lieu of, a practice that still holds true to this day. And I was grateful for this. But in high school, getting something from a guy was EVERYTHING. 

And so I grew to hate the day. I protested. Wore black, blared the best anti love songs one could thing of and choose to ignore it all together. After all, it was just a day, another day if you asked me.
By college, still hating it I did better not to think about. Really it was such a stupid stupid day. I rolled my eyes at people who said some day things would change.

And then I met Anderson, and things slowly began to do just that.

It wasn't so stupid. And man those first few Valentine's Days they were something. Special. We celebrated and it was amazing. And I realized people were right, it wasn't all that stupid after all. In fact it was somewhat fun.

And then we got married. And life happens and while the day was still special, it soon became just another day. We don't mention much about it. We don't go out of the way. And at times I wonder if he even remembers the day at all. This used to bother me. Because I wanted to be special. I wanted to be the one to receive flowers at work and have all the other woman ooo and ahh. and tell me I had a great husband. I don't know why I felt the need for this, but I did. I would get a little upset, ok maybe just a little more than a little, that he didn't send me something or that it seemed like he forgot. Didn't he know I waited my whole life for Valentine's day?

And then my surgeries happened. And life got into a mess. Suddenly something as simple and stupid as worrying about getting flowers seemed just that. Stupid.

And I realized that its not just about one day, but perhaps every day that we should remind ourselves and the people in our lives that they are special. And they are loved. And they mean the world to us. It snot about fancy jewelry or lavish gifts. Because in the grand scale of things, anyone can get these things on a daily basis. 

And so today I walked in. I said Happy Valentines, and I smiled at the girls with flowers in their hands. They had a great man.

But just because mine didn't get me any flowers, doesn't mean he loves me any less.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

A player in the making.

7th heaven fun....
It began this weekend.

Little man's journey to becoming the next big hockey player.OK maybe not technically.  For the past couple years, or rather his entire life he has been talking about hockey. No surprise considering his mom and dad's love of the sport. But I wasn't going to push it on him. I vow not to be one of those parents who just because we like the sport means he has to play it. I would pretty much be just as happy if he choose football or baseball. I would support him in the end. And if he didn't want to play a sport. Well this is ok as well. I get the fact some kids just aren't into it.

But as luck would have it, he has fallen in love with the sport just as much as mom and dad. And so he has talked and talked and talked about it. This of course only makes daddy happy even more. Like father like son-though lets hope Logan will actually be able to turn right.-fingers crossed.

We enrolled him in a basic hockey class at a local community center during the winter. It is not on ice, but rather on the floor. Just to get the basics. Shooting, scoring. Interaction sort of thing. It wasn't much but we figured it was a start. After all I know how expensive the sport it, and I wanted to make sure there was still an interest in it.So far he seems to be enjoying it, and the teachers say he has nice control of the stick and coordination. Plus, plus...

Yet we hadn't taken him ice skating. I don't know why really. I am no skater myself, and Andy just hadn't thought about it. But this weekend, it was time. After all, the next round of skating lessons-and eventually hockey sessions/lessons-will be starting before we know it. So why not. And since he seemed interested in the class still....

Getting him on the ice was the next step.

We found ourselves at a local ice rink where little man got on the ice for the first time. It was rough, but he loved it. I half skated half held on to the wall as I watched his little face lit up going around the ice with the assistance of daddy. It took awhile, only going around twice in an hour but I kind of got the impression it didn't matter.

Of course once we got out there I thought of things like, he should be wearing a helmet. And gloves, better skates I looked around at all the other parents who had thought of this and felt even worse but again, this really didn't matter in the end. The kid was in heaven. Things for next time I decide, knowing without a doubt that there will be a next time.

And he will soon be on his way.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

A-O lets go.

If you are a fan of the Caps, you already know its been a tough season. First there was the whole lockout thing league wide. For awhile there, I don't think any of us had much hope that there would ever be hockey in the states again. I know I for one had this fear.

But finally after months of waiting, word came that the lockout was over. Hockey would be played, and soon the season would get under way. There however would be no preseason, no all star game and no real warm up like usual.

I didn't really mind the whole no all-star. But the lack of preseason for me was just a little weird.

But thats ok, I mean we were the Caps, things would be ok.

Except, here we are almost a month into the beginning of the season, and well. How the mighty fall. For the first time in years we are not the team we once were. In fact we sort of, suck. And I say this as a fan. But I mean come on, we have one a total of 2. That's it. We are last place in just about everything. I keep telling myself things will get better, that this can't go on forever. Sure we have a new coach, a new system but things will click soon enough and we will be that sort of team once again.  And every game...I sit thinking please please turn this around.

Ah yes, its been that kind of season for the fans. I have often wondered if they even know the season is back on. I sit thinking, well maybe it would be better had the lockout actually continued. Because yeah this past month has not been fun. Not as a fan. Not as a wife of someone in the organization. Not as a mom whose son thinks the guys walk on water and can't understand why everyone is so pissed off at the team. (For the record in four years he will get it) In fact its been pretty miserable. I do not want to write another letter to them. I did this the past couple years. I don't think it really worked.

I have no answer to what is going on. I don't know if its upper management, mental or on the ice. I have no clue. Surely there is only room for improvement, as we speak we just shut out the Panthers. And even if they are just the Panthers...we won 5-0.

And surely this has got to be the start of something.
Right?

Friday, February 8, 2013

Five Question Friday-2/8: Cereal.

 Happy Friday to one and all. I hope my friends up north are hampering down and preparing for a major snow storm. Stay safe. As for me, its another edition of the Friday five. This weeks theme: Cereal.


1. What was your favorite breakfast cereal when you were a kid?

Frosted flakes most dif ranks up there. Though I also love Fruit Loops and Apple Jax..though if I was at my grandparents house, it was Kix. I loved me some Kix 

2. What’s your favorite breakfast cereal now?

Frosted Mini Wheats, though since my surgeries I can't eat much of them these days. And Frosted Flakes still rank up there pretty heavily.

3. Where does cereal rank on your list of favorite breakfasts?

To be honest, not high. I am allergic to milk, my mom used to pour orange juice instead of milk, so its a pretty sour taste as you can imagine. But on occassion and from time to time there is nothing like a good bowl of cereal. Or if your my younger sister. Two or three...or four. 

4. What serial novels or films have you most recently enjoyed?

The Luxe novels...its a teen series, but I am in love with them. Good easy reads...sometimes a girl just needs them.

5. What recently surreal experience have you gone through?

My fathers recent accident at work. Having that call, signing the papers as next to kin as my mother was still on the road. It was a very unreal and surreal moment...

And there you have it, may you have a fabulous fabulous weekend.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Think, think, think.

I have been re-evaluating a lot of things lately. Seems to be a common theme during the month of February for me, as this makes the third February in a row I have done this. Then again the past two have been spent in the hospital or recovering from surgeries. Either that or its the fact that the holidays are officially over. The year is well under way, and its the middle of winter so what else can you really do to be honest? I am also not ashamed to admit, February pretty much sucks when it comes to my attitude towards a lot of thing.                                                                                                                                          
And what is it that I am re-evaluating?  Life, school, work. Relationships with friends, my relationship with my husband. Just about anything to be honest. And to be clear, its not all bad. Its more or less just evaluating things. In general.

This is what I get for not having any resolutions when the ball drops. I swear.

School is always an issue. It gets harder as I get older, as Logan gets older. I knew it wasn't going to be easy when I made it into the university. I was a wife back then, now I am a mother. I go through moments when I think I can't do it anymore. The pressure of it really gets to me. These moments usually come when we start talking about another kid-because I was supposed to be done by the time baby number 2 came-or when we start talking about this or that and everything else in between. I hate planning my life around school. Hate the thought that one day, well one day I will be finished. And then i think but I still have 7 classes to go...which seems like so much more and yet nothing at the same time. How is this possible.

Ah yes, babies. The question is thrown at me left and right. Especially since all of my friends are pregnant with either #1 or #2 or more even. And people assume we are done because heaven forbid we have a little bit of an age gap-never mind my sister is 6 years older than me, and Anderson's is 5 years.- and we talk about it. Back and forth we go. We love Logan, we are happy with him. But should we decide to have #2-which we always wanted-it would be under our terms, our rules and so this is my answer....

Does this effect my marriage? I do not know. I wouldn't call us the perfect couple. We are hitting the seven year mark, which is apparently the hardest according to a couple of my sources. We are no longer the newly married couple, and yet not the old couple. We are the in between couple. Young enough to know, not old enough to....I thought this was over in high school?? I guess not. But we are just there. Fallen into this comfortable state. Which is nice, but I think we tend to take each other for granted. And at times, I truly wonder if this is the right place to be. We should never take each other for granted. When was the last time we went out on a date? Saw a movie that wasn't a cartoon? I understand not everything can be roses all the time. I don't expect it to be. And there will be off years. I get this...

The same could be said for Work...though at the moment, this should probably not be mentioned. I will just leave it at that. Its there. I should be thankful I am employed. I am. But this does not mean I do not think about where I am going in concerns with this...

Thoughts. I imagine if you were to crack my head open you would find a bunch of jumbled words. A lot like the idea/project I am so busy working on..

I just wish I could figure them out as easily as I can write.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

To Write....

Back in November I had this idea. More like words actually.  It all started from a question that I asked myself. That is how it all started. A question, a few words. It was all I needed.

I immediately found myself running for the closest thing, which just happened to be a pad of paper and a pen-I was in the middle of door watching for a meeting-I wrote, and wrote. And wrote. I didn't really know what to come of it, nor what to expect. They were of course at the time just a bunch of words on a piece of paper.

And yet, little by little the idea started to formulate. And the words began to flow and before I knew it I had fifteen, then twenty. Then thirty. I found myself living this whole other world within the words. And I found myself in this weird zone. Its a zone that has come quite frequently lately. The I am here but not here zone. Its the you best leave me a lone I am at work.

As of today I have just about fifty pages and twenty five thousand words written within this idea.

Now I admit, I have had ideas before. Most of which fizzle or lack by a certain time. But four months into this idea. I am writing. And I am not stopping. I find myself constantly thinking about it, thinking of which way this will go, or that.  I have found myself carrying around a pad and pen, just in case something comes to me, like it often does. In the middle of the metro on the way home. In the middle of watching Logan at the playground. Anything.

Only Anderson has read this idea. And with each page I am hooking him into the web a little more. It is quite possibly some of the best stuff I have written.

At the beginning of the year, I made a promise to myself that I would finish one project I started. Or if not finished, than mostly complete.

Well, one month in...I am well on my way.

Write on.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

A birthday recap

In the end, it was a very successful and wonderful birthday weekend for little man.  A very exhausting, exciting and fun filled one indeed.

Friday we found ourselves heading over to pick him up after work, one very excited little boy greeting us at the door. We were in the middle of dinner, confirming everyone. All fifteen little ones, including cousins, endless amounts of adults. Aunts and Uncles. And one almost seventeen year old crush. When in walks Logan's aunt, and my older sister walks up the stairs, taking us completely by surprise. She came all the way up from North Carolina just so she could be here to help celebrate his birthday. This is a rare occasion as its not every birthday she has done this. In fact this is the first one, other than his birth in which she has been able to do so.

Saturday was his big day, the one day besides Christmas in which a kid looks forward to. He slept in late though, and when we woke was fully ready to go. For the second year in a row we found ourselves at Chuck E Cheese's. I am assuming one of these days he will be tired of the place. 15 little kids met us there and for two hours he played, yelled and ate his heart out. Another surprise came when Anderson's parents showed up to celebrate. And not to mention the seventeen year old that he is in love with. She too was there. As was all the cousins, and my younger sis who showed up to celebrate.  He was already in little boy heaven.  We got home, opened gifts and then headed for our usual Saturday night hot spot Logan's Roadhouse-or as refered to by our Logan the peanut place. Now we are regulars. And have been since well before Logan even came into the world. So I will say they know us pretty well. Hostess, servers you name it. We have this new server who has been following us for months now, and loves us apparently. And she knew it was his birthday. So she had a table waiting for us, and we got there and everyone made it a point to make him feel special. And when we got to the table, a present from Mandy the server was there. A total shock and surprise and such an amazing gesture. Seriously this kid is loved everywhere.

Considering Anderson nor myself was every popular, its amazing.

To end the weekend, Sunday Andy took him to the Caps/Pens game. Its a first as father son. We lost, of course-truly I hold no hope for the season anymore- he met some of Andy's friends, got to see some good goals by both teams and even had lunch with just daddy. And even if we did lose, and Slapshot didn't get to see him, the event was such a great time and the two apparently had an amazing time.

Which in the end, is all that matters on this birthday weekend.

Happy birthday little man, happy birthday.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Logan on his 4th birthday.

Logan and his 'girlfriend, Brittany
Today I become a mom of a little boy. Not a toddler, or a baby any longer but a full grown, I am a big kid and I can do it all on my own little boy.

When did this happen? How could this be?

I must admit the thought makes me just a bit sad. I sat there looking at the toys earlier this week trying to figure out just what to get a little boy who is the center of my world. As I did so I started heading for the toddler toys, forgetting for a moment that he is far from them anymore. It wasn't until I picked up one, and read the age appropriateness of it. 

0-3 years.

This stage is done. I no longer need to worry about it. And even though he hasn't really played with any of these such toys for awhile,  having it stare down at me like that made it all so real. He was no longer a toddler. My baby, is growing up. Already I can feel the pull away begin. No matter how much I want to hold him near and dear and close to my heart, he is beginning to need me in a total different way then he once did.

There are no more diapers to be changed, no more bottles to be made.  Both have long gone be done and over with. Even the cups, the ones with the no spill proof lids are slowly beginning to fade away. Replaced with big boy cups.  And instead of being put in the basket he would rather walk and hold one of our hands, because he insists that sitting in the basket is for babies.

As if the fact the baby fat is melting away, and his looks are starting to become less babyish each day, its just another reminder that he is in fact, a little boy.

And yet, I love this stage. The way he can have a total conversation-usually about Spider-Man and Wolverine. And about Brittany-the young love of his life.-and for the most part actually understand what he is saying without having to worry about making sense. I love knowing he is starting to get changed, and pick out his clothes and can play without total supervision every two seconds. And I love seeing his personality really begin to shine. His smile, his quirky little look he gives me when he knows he wants something, and knows if he gives it to me he will get his way (well most of the time). And I love the fact that despite him being nearly the size of me, he still struggles to hold on that toddler in him. The fact that he sneaks into my room at night to snuggle, and when daddy is busy he creeps out of his room to come see mommy requesting me to sing our song, because despite the fact he is a little boy he can't let go of those precious moments.

I know I will miss these moments when they are finally gone.

Just as much as I will miss those cute toddler moments that until yesterday we were living in.

Though I am pretty sure the stage of little boy will bring on many new ones....

Starting today...

Friday, February 1, 2013

Friday Five 2/1/13-Witness

The start of February brings on a busy weekend around the household. Little mans birthday is tomorrow, first father son hockey game on Sunday. And the Super Bowl which is never a household favorite but will be watched none the less. But it being Friday means, its time for another round of Friday Five. Topic for this week: Witness.

1. What’s the oddest thing you’ve ever witnessed in a public restroom?

I was at a restaurant while on vacation, and in the stall beside me a little kid is attempting to use the restroom while her mother is on the other side. I guess she is having a hard time, and yells out. Oh my god, that feels much better. Mommy I was having such a hard time. I had to use my finger. Yeah it was pretty disgusting, but funny at the same time. At least as a young twenty something it was.

2. What’s the single most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen?

The first sight of my son, right after his birth. It was the moment that changed everything.

3.What random act of kindness (not perpetrated by you) have you recently witnessed?

I left my money and my wallet at home last week. It was one of those days, and I was just having an exceptionally hard day. A coworker came out, handed me a five and told me not to worry, things will get better and that I didn't have to worry. It was such a fabulous act.  Five dollars may not be a lot, but it was enough at that moment.

4. What are the best and worst tattoos you’ve ever seen in person?

Best-  probably a tourist and Disney fanatic that had an image of the Epcot classic symbol. It was fabulous.

Worst- A hello kitty one.


5. What’s the coolest act of daring you’ve ever seen in person?

Back in high school during the summer one of my sisters friends got a flipper stuck at the bottom of the pool and couldn't get out. Her brother without question jumped in and got the flipper unstuck. It may not have been as cool as it sounds but considering I had the hugest crush on the kid, it was amazing.

May you all have a fabulous weekend...

Sociable