I want one of those!

Hubby has a gold tooth. Really, it's just a filling but my son is fascinated with it. The other night, the boy complained about one of his teeth hurting and we mentioned if it kept hurting, we'd have to take him to the dentist and he might need a filling. This, apparently, was his plan. He gets excited and says that he wants to go. I tell him it will hurt.

"That's ok. I'm brave. I might cry, but that's ok."

Hmmm, might need another tactic. Hubby tells him, you don't want one of these. The boy answers, oh yes I do. So, hubby says tomorrow, I'll get my drill and my biggest drill bit and I'll drill out the cavity and then hammer metal into it. The boy goes to bed happy.

The next day, while swinging on the playground, the boy calls out to his dad. "Dad! Come here! I've got a secret for you. I need to tell you in the garage." They move to the garage and he whispers "I'm ready for my filling now". Hubby gets the drill and hammer and the boy, still unfazed asks, what metal he was going to use. He wants something shiny. Hubby tells him it will have to wait until he gets the right metal. Fortunately, the boy must have decided a little bling in him mouth is not all that.

What did you say???

Last weekend, the boy said "fart on me" when he passed gas. He happened to be with my parents and the time, so my mother says to him incredulously - what did you say and then he repeats it for her like it's what he's supposed to say. She then begins the interrogation- that is not nice to say that, who taught you how to say that, etc. The boy tells him Pawpi (my father) says that. My mom finally puts it all together and tells him, no, Pawpi says "pardon me". The boy simply responds 'oh'.

Isn't instant messaging great?

I am sitting in my office and sneezed. My coworker who sits 2 offices away instant messages me "bless you". I write him back "thank you". He answers "I didn't want to yell".

Random thoughts and observations about myself

It bothers me to no end when the cook time is left on the microwave. I must push the button to clear it and return to the clock, however, a pair of dirty socks left by the back door doesn't get to me for weeks.

I used to have tons of drive and motivation. Now the only way I'll do things is if the deadline is looming right over my head. I also used to do the tasks I hated most first. Now I procrastinate in hopes it will go away.

I am just like my mother no matter how hard I try.

I drank too much Saturday night and had a hangover for two entire days. Getting old sucks. Sad part is I wasn't even drunk.

I have a love/hate relationship with my job. I love working with the people, hate the work. I do enjoy having people do the work for me., however.

I've been blogging for a year and my writing skills have not improved a bit.

Searching for motivation

Before kids, I was an active, moderately in shape individual. I ate healthy the majority of the time, exercised regularly, and kept my weight in check. After my son was born, I resumed my regular exercise routine and after 2 years, was finally back to my prepregnancy weight. I assumed the same would happen with my daughter. No such luck. I have turned into a sloth. And I have never been so out of shape.

I went out of town for work last week and I took advantage of the time to myself. I "ran" on the treadmill at the hotel, swam in the pool, and scrapbooked all week long. And since I've been back home, I have not exercised once. Please, please someone lend me some words of inspiration. I can't take this much longer. I want to wear my clothes again and to be able to run a few miles without wishing I would die.

Words of inspiration

http://www.despair.com/indem.html