Waiting for a locksmith

That title up there? It's never a good thing to be waiting for a locksmith. It means money and frustration, neither of which I have to spare.

However, here I am. I am one of those people who doesn't have a place that keys go every single time. I frequently scurry around looking for my keys at the last minute. So it was no surprise that this morning found me doing the same. I brilliantly figured out they were in the car, and then not quite as brilliantly found the car to be locked. I called my husband who was unable to come bring me the extra on his keyring. I called work to say I would be late. I called a locksmith for whom I am now patiently waiting. And somewhat kicking myself.

You see, I would not bet loads of money that the keys actually *are* in my purse. I mean, I think that's where they are as I retrace my last driving of the car, but what if they aren't? Then I will be paying a locksmith for the privelege of getting my purse out of the car in order to pay a cab to take me to work. And that would suck even more than paying a locksmith to get my keys.

Maybe I will start using those clever little hooks just inside the door.

Happy Anniversary

Sweetheart and I celebrated our second anniversary last week. Or rather, he watched television while I went to bed at 7:30. He was incredibly understanding about my malaise (impending sinus infection).

He has been ridiculously supportive of my less than stellar health off and on for our entire marriage. We are watching our money, and for my gift he did something really special. He took his wedding vows, typed them up, and superimposed them over a faint picture of my redhead to your right. He also included a copy of a photo from our first date and gerber daisies (my favorite). I read it and got all weepy. I really am so lucky to be married to such a wonderful husband, friend and Sweetheart.

Bad timing?

Or is it just me?

I have become increasingly aware of television commercials airing at times that seem like they shouldn't. During ball games the male enhancement products seem most popular. At other times like this morning, it's the vaccine for cervical cancer.

I am all for the vaccine, and men who need help should get it. However, I have two ten year olds who watch television with us. So far, we've only had one of them start singing to the tune of "Viva Las Vegas," but I'm afraid for what happens next.

They know the basics about sex and growing up, but impotence and cervical cancer haven't been discussed as yet. We haven't gotten to exactly what an erection is--much less why it shouldn't last more than four hours. I don't really want to start a conversation about sexually transmitted diseases because of something they hear on the television.

Many months ago (prior to the discussion about sex), there was a public service announcement about AIDS. Ears perked up and questions were asked. I was able to answer honestly without fatal STDs preceeding sex in our conversation.

I have been proactive with my discussions with the girls. I don't feel like any topics are off limits, including the ones I mentioned above. However, I do have difficulty with the concept of commercials driving that discussion.

Baby pictures!!

Here are the twins just as cute as they can be. The hatless one is the girl child (Deniece), and the one with the hat is the boy child (Denephew). All four were released from the hospital today. I cannot wait to go see them in 3 weeks!

Why yes, it is time for bullets again

***The niece and nephew are doing well, and so are the new mommy and daddy. She weighed in at 6 lbs 7 oz and he was 7 pounds. That makes 13 and 1/2 freaking pounds of baby, and I think my cervix hurts. I still am lacking any good photos (my father sent me one of her in the bassinette and all I could see was her left ear.), but I am nagging to get them. My father said he has the moment in his mind of my baby brother "memorizing every inch of his son." I can't wait to see them in a few weeks.

***Sammy the cat is so fearless it makes no sense. He is completely comfortable with both cats and the dog--almost too much so. He was chasing Percy and she knocked him down five stairs and he just went back for more. If he tries to eat Spencer's food again, I might just ditch the whole lot of them because the ruckus makes me insane.

***Speaking of the crazy, I can't say I am doing swimmingly. I go back to my shrink on Monday, and he will get an earful of the lethargy, in a funk, tired every moment that my poor husband is putting up with. I feel less anxious, I think, but for the love of god I need some energy!

***My sister has her new chapter blog up and going. You should go visit her as she is far more entertaining than I am as a general rule.

I may never catch up on my blogs, it seems so intimidating. If anyone had anything earth shattering happen that they didn't Tweet, please let me know. And if you aren't twittering, why the hell not?