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thursday things.

shawnnathompson_thursdaythings1. After I read back my last blog post, I counted the number of different places we’ve stayed this summer…. as in, the number of different places we slept.  And the answer is 12.  12 different beds!!  If I didn’t have a baby, a husband, two dogs, a mid-sized SUV, and dinner in the crockpot, this would probably seem more scandalous.

2. Speaking of dinner.  Since Casey is back at work, I’ve reprised my role as the preparer of 3 meals a day for us.  This is not groundbreaking stuff people, it’s just annoying.  I’m already so over it someone HALP ME.  What are some great/easy recipe ideas?  That the whole family will enjoy?  That pair well with any kind of wine?

3. I can probably count on one hand (ok fine, maybe two) the amount of times I’ve worn makeup this summer.  Casey weirdly prefers that I don’t wear it, and since we’ve been outdoorsing so much it hasn’t seemed worth the effort.  It’s pretty liberating actually, but earlier today before heading out the door on a Target run, I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection with no makeup, a baseball cap, running shorts, and a baby on my hip, and just yelled “holy *fudging shoot* I’m a mom!”  (Ladies!  My PSA of the day is this, I bought this baseball cap in black for $8, and it’s been a permanent fixture on my headed since it arrived.  I larv it.)  Full disclosure: I’m currently wearing mascara and my lips are slightly stained red from eating a few too many Twizzlers.

4. Also on the way to Target, I was thinking about Crosby’s early days/months and how I would stress out about getting in the car to go anywhere with him.  Especially Target because I somehow always got caught in traffic going there, even if it was 11am on a Tuesday.  Crosby absolutely HATED being in the car until he was probably 7 months old.  He’d scream his head off the entire time while I attempted to reach back and soothe him/try not to get into a car accident and/or develop 17 ulcers.  Ughawd.  I have PTSD from those days.

5. Want to hear something random?  Course ya do.  Whenever we’re out shopping and I show Casey something and he wants to know how much it costs, he asks me “dónde?” It’s so ridiculous because we both know it’s incredibly incorrect, but it makes me laugh every time.

6. Up until this Tuesday, Crosby had only been mistaken for a girl one time in his life.  But, today is the third day in a row that someone has called him a “she”.   Listen, I don’t really care if people make that assumption, it doesn’t bother me.  Crosby doesn’t seem to care either.  But it just seems strange that it’s happened three days in a row.  It’s not like I’ve started dressing him in bright pink or putting bows in his (three) hairs.   Today he’s wearing a green shirt and an orange baseball cap, but we still got a “oh she’s cute, how old?”  …maybe it’s the pink tutu he’s also wearing that’s throwing people off…?… I be kidding.  Funny story, my friend Laura got sick of people assuming her baby guy Clark was a girl, so one day when someone asked her what her daughter’s name was, she just said Charlotte.  Ha!  I might do that next time (probably tomorrow) just for funsies.  Stay tuned….

7. We love our house, we really do.  But.  There are only about 15 feet between our house and our neighbors.  And since both of our living spaces are sort of facing each other, we end up hearing a lot of each other’s lives.  Oddly enough, we don’t really talk to them when we see them in person.  Not for lack of trying on our part, they just don’t seem to want to engage with us.  It’s actually pretty awkward, etc.  So anyways, the other day I was feeding Crosby lunch and our dogs started barking out the window at a squirrel.  Our dogs bark a lot, and it’s terribly annoying but we really do everything we can to keep them quiet, short of punching them in the ass.  So they were barking on and off for maybe a minute, and I’m running between them and Crosby trying to quiet them/feed him.  I was getting super frustrated with them already but then I heard the lady neighbor say, “Ugh, would you make them shut up already!”, to which I responded (I never have before) “I’m working on it SO BACK OFF!”  The second half of which was said in a slight demon voice.  Not my finest hour.  Anyways, I was telling Casey the story later and every time I used my crazy demon voice, Crosby would laugh.  Should…. should we be nervous?

8. Does anyone else have the problem where they find tiny holes at the bottom of their shirts?  Like, the size of a sesame seed?  No, you are not being punk’d, I’m seriously asking this question.  Because it happens to all of my shirts!  At first I thought it was moths (yuck) but it’s been happening to me for years and it doesn’t happen to Casey’s clothes.  So unless there is a family of moths following just me around the country… that’s not the answer.  I’ve googled it and it apparently happens to a lot of people, most of whom say it’s from wearing belts.  But I rarely wear belts anymore so I don’t know you tell me.  It’s probably the neighbor’s fault.

9. Do you guys listen to podcasts? I’ve gotten into them over the last year or so, especially while taking my daily walks with Crosby and the assholes dogs, and for the past 2 weeks all I’ve been listening to is Mortified.  If you’re not familiar, it’s basically real-life people reading their diaries, letters, stories, etc. from when they were younger.  For the most part, they are hilarious, embarrassing and right up my alley of awkwardness.  I highly suggest you listen right now, and perhaps start with the episode about Joan and the romantic novel she wrote when she was in the 6th grade.  I never say “lol” but I would for this show.  All the lols.

10. Does anyone know whatever happened to Ja Rule?  Just curious.

hey neighbors, sorry for all the barking.

[ Bear + Gus : animals in distress, clearly. ]

Dear neighbors in the apartment below us,

We’re really sorry about Saturday.

As you most definitely know, we have a dog.  I’m sure you also know that his name is Gus, since we yell it every 10 minutes when he starts eating something he’s not supposed to.  In fact, just this morning he chewed a hole through the side of a shoe, a shoe that he’d previously chewed the lining out of.  Apparently he likes to chew through things in stages so I can only assume he’ll be attacking the laces next.  But you never know, Gus can surprise you.

Anyways, where was I?  Oh yes, Saturday.  I should tell you that there were actually two dogs in attendance at our apartment this weekend.  Gus of course, and a horse-sized pup named Bear that we were dog sitting.  You probably heard us yell Bear’s name a few times but this could have been confusing since my husband and I also call each other “Bear” quite often. Regardless, after attempting to wear Bear and Gus out at the dog park (twice), we thought we could trust them to chill at home for a couple of hours while we attempted to have a social life.  Little did we know, we should not have.  We’re very sorry that as soon as we left they started barking like the wild animals that they’re not.  We’re sorry that the barking was to such an extent that you had to call the management office and tell them that “there is an animal in distress” in our apartment.  We’re sorry you could hear it “from your living room and your bathroom”. (PS that’s because we had put one dog in the living room and one dog in the bathroom so kudos on the sound detection skillz.) We’re also sorry that you had to walk down a whole flight of stairs “to see if the dogs could be heard from not just one but two stories down and in fact, they could”.  We’re sorry those two mongrels interrupted your Saturday, which I can only assume was super boring though, considering you had all this time on your hands to run around our building and call people.  But seriously, we are sorry.  It had to be annoying and I’m sure you wanted to punch us in the face a little for making you put up with it for the full 40 minutes that we were gone.

But the truth is that I’m way too embarrassed to apologize in person because if you heard those dogs then who knows what else you’ve heard over the last 13 months?  Sometimes I scream at my husband for loading the dishwasher wrong.  (So you probably know him by name as well.)  And sometimes we sing made up songs together in the morning, loudly.  And there are the special occasions when the husband loses a bet and has to let me tickle him for 30 seconds and the noises that come out of him can only be described as Will Ferrel meets zoo animal.

So again, we’re sorry.  I guess for not only Saturday, but every day.  We’re hoping to buy a house and move out soon.  But if you happen to go first and are replaced by someone who is either hearing-impaired or someone who truly enjoys Will Ferrell, we wouldn’t be mad.

Ok, bye.

Apt 608