A WICKED NIGHT

If you have not had the chance to see WICKED, it is a must see! It is a great show! We went last night with friends, and about 2000 other people suddenly became close too. It was packed in the theater. Jason and I really want to see The Wizard of Oz again. Who wouldn't want to visit Munchkinland?

That was our saturday night. A fabulous dinner with friends, WICKED, and of course, topping it all off with a girlie drink afterward. That's my kind of night.

In the Dark

I learned something about myself tonight. Ok, I learned a few things...

I AM TERRIFIED OF THE DARK
NIGHT CRAWLIES SCARE ME
BEING IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE IS NOT SMART
NEVER GO SOMEWHERE WHERE CELL PHONES DO NOT WORK
LISTEN TO YOUR CHILDREN WHEN THEY WANNA GO HOME
I AM TERRIFIED OF THE DARK
PARKED CARS ARE NOT NECESSARILY SERIAL KILLERS
OCEAN WATER IS NOT PRETTY IN THE DARK
I AM TERRIFIED OF THE DARK

Why this list? Because about 6 months ago, Juliana became interested in stars, planets, etc. She has been wanting to see the sky full of stars. I told her one day I would take her to a really really dark place to show her the pretty sky. Well, tonight I did that. We drove to the coast down EXTREMELY dark roads for about 90 minutes. When I say there were no lights, trust me. I felt like we were going to be abducted by either aliens, wanted criminals, or the stars themselves. It was so flippin' dark! I drove so far into the darkness, that I felt like turning around would be silly. So I kept going into the darkness. No road lights, no headlights, no houses, just darkness.

The stars were pretty, I guess. There was a parked car in the small parking lot that I parked in, so my heart was racing the entire time. Of course they were waiting for people like us, right? Haaa! I doubt there was anyone in the car. It probably belonged to teenagers smoking pot on a desolate beach.

In the end, we watched the stars for a few minutes, then left the parking lot. I drove slowly down the roads so Juliana could admire the stars from her window. I realized after a little bit that if I went faster down the winding roads, she could see just as well, so I did.

Sometimes I should just take a hint about my stupid little adventures alone with the kids. Last time Kevin ended up in an ambulance, one time it took us 10 hours in the car to get to/from Tahoe, we've been stuck in a blizzard.... I won't go on. At least my children can never say that Mommy just sat around and did nothin'!

No photos. I was in the dark. :)

Visiting

Today will be a tough day for me. Tomorrow will be worse. I should "be over it" by now, but I'm not. I'm going to "visit" alone today. I have not been there since March 6th last year. I had a energetic 2 year old with me last year to break up the tears. This year, I can not bear to explain the scene to a 3 year old or a 7 year old, so I am going alone. Wish me luck.

(As I reread what I just wrote, I realized I am vague. To sum it up, I am going to "visit" my grandmother today. Yes my grandmother, not my mom, my dad, or my child, but my grandmother that lived 88 years and we had so many fun times together. Her death rips me apart in so many directions. There is a lot of history with my grandmother that nobody but the two of us would ever understand. Tomorrow would have been her 95th birthday. It feels really strange to grieve like I am over a person that lived such a long life. I guess there is not a right or wrong way to do it, but I will admit, I feel strange sobbing after 7 years. It seems so right, and so wrong in the same breath.)
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UPDATE:

I am back and actually feel pretty good. I stayed a total of 30 seconds since I can not bear to be within hugging distance, yet worlds away. The thought of it makes me physically ill. I realized today that not too long ago my grandma was standing in the same spot putting flowers into the same holder as she visited her husband and mother. Makes me want to scream and vomit. Sorry for the description, but it is true.

I took a couple pictures too. I somehow feel obligated to celebrate her life on her birthday, and if you know me, a camera is always involved in a celebration. Celebrating and visiting on her birthday are much easier than the thought of going on her Heaven day.

The damn Titanic song is playing on my itunes right now. It would be nice if it would switch to Pink or an obnoxious drinkin' country song right now.

LAST UPDATE:

When your 3 year old comes home from preschool wearing a clown hat made with his teeny tiny hands, the world gets a little less complicated.

400, wow!

Happy 400th post! I really have nothing to say today (or almost any other day), so why not post a photo. Here is what was happening on March 4, 2006, exactly 3 years ago today. We were getting some fresh air on a freeeeezing Michigan winter day.

I Don't Get it

Why do some people have to be so pissed off all of the time? This morning after dropping Juliana off at school, one of the fathers was in a hurry to cross the street in the rain. I noticed him running, although if I stopped to let him cross, it would have been more dangerous to slam on my breaks in the rain, so I kept going. For your information, he was crossing in the middle of the street, not at a controlled crosswalk. Within a second of noticing him, I hear a huge bump hit my car. He punched my car! For a split second, I wanted to stop and 'cause a scene about it. At very least, the police crossed my mind. Very quickly I realized a few things... he looked like the type of guy that likes drama, and I didn't want to satisfy his need for drama. Second, Kevin was in the car. Since I don't know the guy, I didn't know how he'd react. Third, we were literally outside the school fence. School children do not need to see action like that. And last, it was raining.

Hopefully his knuckles are burning right now as he types on his work computer. Maybe next time, he will just wait for someone to pass, rather than cause an accident to wait for his rude behind to get to his car. Thank goodness I don't have to come home to him each night.

Would you have stopped? Gone to the police? Just curious.

Happy March

March is the beginning of birthday madness... until September. Today is my Granny's birthday and my Dad's birthday. Neither one of them read this blog, but hey, I wanna say HAPPY BIRTHDAY anyway.

Granny (AKA "GG" with four of her 13 great-grandchildren)

My Dad staring at Kevin as a baby. This was the first time my dad had seen Kevin. I never had a grandfather, so watching this moment was special to me.

Time with my baby girl

Yesterday, Juliana and I had a much needed "Mommy and Me" day. She wanted to go to the park, although it was all wet, so we went for a walk to climb on rocks. She was in rare form wanting her picture taken over and over. I went with it, and loved every second. Here are a few photos from our outing.