I'm wierd (yes, dad, wierd IS the word)

Dear Tawnya,

THIS is why I wasn't going to do the 6 squirks thing... let me tell you about my day: First, when we were at Jumping Jacks I was sitting with Katherine on the couches with the other moms while the boys played. Another mother was sitting on the next couch and Baby Katherine was looking at her and smiled, so she said "hi" to the baby. For some reason, I said hi back, and waved at her. It was like an automatic response I guess. Then I had to say something because I felt so awkward, so I said,

"oh, I thought you were saying hi to the baby."

She said, "I was."

I said "I feel retarded" and got up and left, and got the boys and told them it was time to go because I was embarrassed.


Later, at about 8:30pm I told Todd that I wanted some alone time (just for fun, you know), so I went to Wal-Mart to puruse the Christmas isles and get some little craft things for the boys to do. Well, right now it's 1:30am and I just got home...that's about 5 hours at Wal-Mart...??? While at Wal-Mart I was looking around and then I had to pee. Ever since I had the baby, when I need to go, I need to go RIGHT THEN. So, I started crossing my legs and hopping around trying not to pee my pants like I was a 4 year old. Have you seen a 29 year old woman doing a pee pee dance in Wal-Mart?? I was hoping no one saw, because..it was pretty embarrassing. After I got that taken care of, I saw a Symphony bar...my favorite! So I took one and opened it, and ate it as I was looking around.

A little later, Todd called and told me not to buy anything (as I stuffed another bite of chocolate goodness in my mouth). Well, I had some fun craft activities (little things) in the cart, and being overly emotional lately, I started crying on the phone in the middle of Wal-Mart--tears squirting out my eyeballs, red nose, red eyes, the works. (I'm so sorry, Todd!) Well, he let me have some money to spend, so I stayed at Wal-Mart some more. Right after that, a Wal-Mart worker came up to me, she was kind of mentally handicapped, and was trying to get me to buy a baby outfit (I was in the baby clothes section just looking around). She was showing me all the different outfits. Finally, I said, "I'll get this one" and put it in my cart just so she would think I was buying it. She said "thanks" to me, like she got commission on the sale or something, and I left, but I didn't buy it.


Later, I went over to the fabric section and decided I wanted to get stuff to make a tutu for Katherine. She likes to play dress-up:). The fabric lady cut the toole for me. Then I got elastic that was in a package. I've never made a tutu before, but it seemed pretty self-explanitory, but I thought I'd try to figure it out before I left the store though, because I didn't want to have to come back to the store. So I opened the elastic package and picked up the scissors so I could kind of figure it out. The fabric lady looked at me and said, "are you going to buy that??"
I said yes.
Then she took the scissors from me and told me I couldn't use them because if I hurt myself, she could get in trouble. Well, so I went and paid for all my things, half of them opened, and went to the manager's station because I saw a pair of scissors there I could use. I got out all the fluffy toole and put it out and started making this tutu when I turned around and saw the manager looking at me like, "what the he*@???" I said,
"Oh, I guess you need this."
She said I could go to the service counter because they were closed. So I went over there and made a tutu. It was a good thing I didn't leave, because I needed to buy some more toole. While I was there, someone came up to me and asked if he could apply for a job. I guess he thought I worked there.


I am SO wierd!

(Is that an understatement?)


So, you see, that is why it took me a while to come up with 6 quirks that were "normal" enough to post in a public place.

But, I know that you love me anyway because you are one of the sweetest individuals I have ever known! I love you!!!!

Hmmm....I think I might have made it too big for my 3 month old...

(Mom's reaction to this post: "that sounds like something I would do!")

(Dad's reaction to this post: "I need to call her and tell her to delete this post before anyone sees this...")