You are living in 2007....

I had this forwarded to me today and admittedly started laughing

YOU ARE LIVING IN 2007 when...
1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5 Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and Get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12 You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.

The best little present

We all know and love little packages... sometime the best presents are in the little boxes with beautiful ribbons. I received on Tuesday a beautiful new present.. this one however didn't come in a little box, this one was wrapped in a utilitarian plastic bottle with childproof screw top lid.

My RLS has gotten so bad I have been sleeping around three hours a night. It doesn't make for a good mix of moods in the morning- i would have to consientiously tell myself everymorning not to get upset at anyone becuase it was me that was the moody one-- not anyone else.

When I went in for my Dr. apt on tuesday I mentioned this situation to the Dr. She immidiately said she had had RLS with her last pregnancy and knew how tough sleep was to come by-- would I like a presciption for Ambien. There was no complaining from my side of the room.

That night I slept 9 hours- without moving. How many of you at 9mos could go nine hours without getting up???? I had to run to the bathroom when I did wake up-- but I have been a new person. At least the last few weeks will be doable. There is definite gratitude for little presents in little bottles from me!

Observations on life has changed in the last 6 years

I'm sure I'm not unique in remembering exactly what I was doing on 9/11... but each year I find it interesting to see how peoples attitudes on the events have changed in the ensuing years. At first no one talked about what happened, didn't tell their children the events-- just that it was a sad day. We have been fairly open with the kids on what happened.

This year at school the 2nd graders sang a song at their special assembly, so Andrew and I went down to watch Brandon. I was fairly suprised at how open the history teacher was in recounting some of the events of 9/11. He spoke to the kids about heroes and spent time talking about the fire fighters who were at ground zero as well as the passengers on Flight 93 ( and of course he mentioned Pat Tillman-- which is a whole other subject--- especially the coverage it gets here in Phoenix). So many other countries live with horrific tragedies on a daily basis- it is part of life for them. It is interesting to see how this event has become become "part of our lives"-- something that just happened and how open we have become on the events.

I started typing in the word homemade into my google toolbar to do a search on homemade granola ( Brandon has taken a great liking to granola and could eat it breakfast, lunch and dinner) I figured hey maybe I will take a stab and try making some of our own. So as I have typed in homemade then the following pop-up ( you knwo how google tries to guess what you are going to type) homemade bombs, homemade pipebombs, homemade explosives.... I was quite taken aback and groaned internally at how things have changed. Couldn't it be homemade bread, homemade jam... guess I just want to live in a bit more naive world.

Peace and Quiet

I was sitting upstairs the other day and I heard the most interesting sounds... I heard the movement of air from the ceiling fans, I could hear cars coming around the corner, I heard drips from the boys faucet that hadn't been shut off completely... I could hear myself think... I was alone. For the first time in eight years no one was home with me. Andrew has started preschool two days a week and the other two were at school. I honestly didn't know what to think. I do have to admit because I am used to some sort of noise- the stillness kindof threw me for a loop. I was shocked how much I was able to get done with no one around, or more directly stated not having to keep the eyes in the back of my open to what mishief or nonsense Andrew might be busily engaging himself in. The quiet is only shorlived of course--- only two weeks worth until life tips us again upside down.