Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The day after the day after the day after.

Today I slept until about 9:30 and woke up and had breakfast with Kaitlyn. After that, I took her to get her bangs cut. Every time she looks at somebody she is looking at the ceiling.So Sally and I figured it was time to get them cut. We want the rest of her hair to grow cause she is going to be a flower girl for her cousin Jacqueline's wedding along with her cousin Holly in May. That should be fun, there both cute little girls. After we had dinner today we went to Baskin Robbins for there 31 cents a scoop special. It was no limit to how many scoops, so I asked for three scoops of my favorite flavor, Rocky Road. After I received my cold bundles of joy I noticed something very disturbing. After further review of my icy goodness,I noticed that one scoop was missing. I can eat cold things now come on , as I said to myself with disgust. After I wiped the tears from my cheeks, I had the misfortune to inform the cashier that I only received 2 scoops not 3.

I had my first argument with Kaitlyn. When Sally and I were out doing some running around today I asked Kaitlyn what her name was. I would tell her to say your name is Kaitlyn. She would yell back, no Kaity. No your name is Kaitlyn. She yelled back even louder no Kaity. After this was going on for about an half an hour I said fine your name is Kaity. This is also the first time I lost an argument with my 2 year old daughter. I am sure there will be many more!

Let me tell you a story about the time my lovely wife tried and failed to kill her husband(me). It was a cold Christmas evening a few years ago. We were all gathered at my Mother in Law's home with all of Sally's sisters (accomplices I Believe). We were all having fun talking merriment and drinking a few drinks of the finest Port Wine. I had a glass and drank it all up and decided that I would want another. I asked my wife if she would fetch me another glass of that fine Port wine that everyone seems to enjoy. As I was drinking that dark colored wine I noticed something strange. The wine didn't taste quite right. It had somewhat of a metallic taste to it. I was thinking no its just that my taste buds were dancing around trying to get to every drop of the fine wine. When It was almost gone I looked in my glass and noticed 2 of the sharpest looking screws that any hardware store could have. I asked my little demon wife whats this. She said," oh that looks like 2 screws."( no sh-- I said to myself) Then she let out this cackle of a laugh. She would not stop no matter how mad I got she laughed harder. Then the sisters joined in. Either she wanted to harm me or she was sending me a message of some sort. To this day I will not let her pour me a drink unless it is a clear liquid.

I am going to end this blog a little short, it is late and I need to get to bed,so that I am bright eyed and bushy tailed for my Chemo tomorrow. Take care all of you and God Bless.


  1. Ahh, good times, good times. I'm still crying because I'm laughing so hard about your delicious wine! You know I love you-it wasn't me!

  2. Bill, it really sounds to me like they were just screwing around.

  3. maybe she was "suggesting" something for later in the evening when you got home and you both had been full of port was a "sign" a "symbol" gosh men can be so slow sometimes..:)