Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me (and Stephanie),
Happy birthday to me.
For someone who has a birthday today, I sure am grumpy. :(
It seems that pregnancy does that to me and even though I know it, I can't change it...
Sorry to anyone I may have yelled at or offended in the last 2 months, or the next seven. I really am sorry!
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Cute Story
This is a cute - if somewhat unfortunate - story.
(It's supposed to be true ... David Letterman did a monologue on it)
BLACK ROBBERS
On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband in the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her room.
"I'll be right back and we'll go to eat," she told her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.
As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men already aboard. Both were black. One of them was tall...very tall...an intimidating figure. The woman froze.
Her first thought was: These two are going to rob me.
Her next thought was: Don't be a bigot, they look like perfectly nice gentlemen. But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her. She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind but gosh, they had to know what she was thinking!!! Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now. Her face was flushed. She couldn't just stand there, so with a mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the other foot and was on the elevator.
Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed. A second passed, and the another second, and then another. Her fear increased! The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. My God, she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart plummeted. Perspiration poured from every pore.
Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor."
Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed. More seconds passed.
She heard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just tell us what floor you're going to, we'll push the button." The one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out. He was trying to hold in a belly laugh.
The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. They reached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet.
"When I told my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized one, "I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I didn't mean for you to hit the floor, ma'am." He spoke genially. He bit his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing.
The woman thought: My God, what a spectacle I've made of myself. She was humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed her. How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you? She didn't know what to say. The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket.
When the elevator arrived at her floor they insisted on walking her to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator. The woman brushed herself off. She pulled herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her husband.
The next morning flowers were delivered to her room - a dozen roses. Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred dollar bill.
The card said:
"Thanks for the best laugh we've had in years."
It was signed;
Eddie Murphy
Michael Jordan
(It's supposed to be true ... David Letterman did a monologue on it)
BLACK ROBBERS
On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband in the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her room.
"I'll be right back and we'll go to eat," she told her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.
As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men already aboard. Both were black. One of them was tall...very tall...an intimidating figure. The woman froze.
Her first thought was: These two are going to rob me.
Her next thought was: Don't be a bigot, they look like perfectly nice gentlemen. But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her. She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind but gosh, they had to know what she was thinking!!! Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now. Her face was flushed. She couldn't just stand there, so with a mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the other foot and was on the elevator.
Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed. A second passed, and the another second, and then another. Her fear increased! The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. My God, she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart plummeted. Perspiration poured from every pore.
Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor."
Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed. More seconds passed.
She heard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just tell us what floor you're going to, we'll push the button." The one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out. He was trying to hold in a belly laugh.
The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. They reached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet.
"When I told my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized one, "I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I didn't mean for you to hit the floor, ma'am." He spoke genially. He bit his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing.
The woman thought: My God, what a spectacle I've made of myself. She was humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed her. How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you? She didn't know what to say. The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket.
When the elevator arrived at her floor they insisted on walking her to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator. The woman brushed herself off. She pulled herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her husband.
The next morning flowers were delivered to her room - a dozen roses. Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred dollar bill.
The card said:
"Thanks for the best laugh we've had in years."
It was signed;
Eddie Murphy
Michael Jordan
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Sign and Sing
Joshua had his first Sign and Sing class this morning and he loved it! It's a class for babies 6 months to 3 years of age where we play and sing songs while we teach them sign language (and learn ourselves, too!).
It was great! I highly recommend it to any new Mom. Even if he learns nothing, it's a chance to get him out socializing with other children his own age. And I've learned some new games to play and songs to sing with him.
Heather and Rylan are in the class too, but we didn't get a chance to hang out this week ... maybe next week?
A woman in the class organizes a walking club so I think I might just join the Abbotsford Yummy Mommys Walking Club. It sounds like a good way to get some exercise while hanging out with Josh!
All in all, it's a great experience! (Now I'm off to buy Joshua a dog toy that Miss Darcie recommends) :P
It was great! I highly recommend it to any new Mom. Even if he learns nothing, it's a chance to get him out socializing with other children his own age. And I've learned some new games to play and songs to sing with him.
Heather and Rylan are in the class too, but we didn't get a chance to hang out this week ... maybe next week?
A woman in the class organizes a walking club so I think I might just join the Abbotsford Yummy Mommys Walking Club. It sounds like a good way to get some exercise while hanging out with Josh!
All in all, it's a great experience! (Now I'm off to buy Joshua a dog toy that Miss Darcie recommends) :P
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Baby 2 is on his way!
Okay, so now that I've told most people about our news I can share it on my blog. Joshua is going to be a big brother ... we're having another baby. The news was unexpected and a little shocking but we were planning to get pregnant sometime after July so I guess it's just a bit earlier than planned (like, 6 months early)! :P
The baby is due either December 2 (my guess) or November 30 (the walk-in-clinic doctor's guess). I see my family doctor tomorrow so we should have a better idea once I talk to him.
Joe and I think it's a boy! We're determined not to find out the sex until the baby is born but I just have this feeling ... more little blue things are in our near future! ;)
The baby is due either December 2 (my guess) or November 30 (the walk-in-clinic doctor's guess). I see my family doctor tomorrow so we should have a better idea once I talk to him.
Joe and I think it's a boy! We're determined not to find out the sex until the baby is born but I just have this feeling ... more little blue things are in our near future! ;)
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