11.01.2009

weekend.

the links to my pictures from birthday weekend are in the comments section, in the event you can't find them.

halloween!!! friday ashton had his costume parade at school. wednesday night i realized that i couldn't overnight his costume for halloween because obviously he needed it friday morning. WHOOPS. i had the hardest time trying to pull it together this week! i don't know what happened. bizarre. so thursday on my lunch i went to target and purchased one of the two remaining thomas costumes and a duck costume. he sleeps with a duck every night, daisy, so i thought it would go over well. thank the lord. and which one did he pick? yep - the duck. he wasn't too keen on the whole hood thing, but he wore it for pictures; that was good enough for me.

saturday during the day we headed to mom's so she could adjust my wilma costume. i like going the authentic route and making my own instead of buying one. i wore it a few years ago - doubled up two pillowcases and make a necklace out of styrofoam balls. i also had a leopard print bag, looped around an enormous 14-inch dog bone. it rocked, if i do say so myself. i was supposed to go to a friend of a friend's party, but there were no lights on, it was raining, and i couldn't see the house numbers. GAH! i hate it when things like that happen and go awry. i tried for 10 minutes, and called the friend (no answer) before giving up and heading downtown to hear big boots. which is where i got roofied.

i had a new sitter from MBC, and i needed to be home around midnight - perfect. i had two drinks. and apparently something in the second one. i do not know how i managed to accomplish the things i did last night, but i woke up this morning with my red wilma flintstone hair, fake eyelashes still attached, and my costume and accessories on the floor in the kitchen. i managed to write the sitter a check and deadbolt my door.

i am so thankful nothing happened to me. i am absolutely livid and appalled that someone can do that to someone else. i can't even wrap my head around the "okay" someone has with themselves when they decide to do that to another person. i am grossed out. freaked out. paranoid. traumatized. relieved that i made it home okay. talk about some angels.

after my costume adjustment, we did nap, and then went up the street to a friend's house who had lots of kids over. poor ashton; every time we've been there he has had an attitude. i hope it's because both times he's been on the tired/sick side. it's embarrassing. i know i'm not supposed to take it on, but seriously him talking to people like that and being nasty like that, i feel is just uncalled for and is a reflection on me. i think he needs to get out more, socialize more, and hopefully that will help with the adjustment.

we left there, headed to our old neighbor's house - they always do the nicest things for him and make sure everything in his treat bag is ashton-safe. so, so sweet. from there we went to dude and grandma's house, and walked over to sherwood for the festivities. i was proud of him for walking up to three houses - and if you've never seen sherwood, it's over the top ridiculous fun. the police close off the street, and most of the people participate and decorate wonderfully. but ashton has a fear of toys that move by themselves; doubly so if they are loud and move by themselves. one of the neighbors had taken a huge RC truck and put a spider on top of it. he drove that thing right up to ashton's feet and i thought the kid was going to have a heart attack. he's the only scream i heard all night! and it was a true, blood curdling scream. poor kid. he got teary eyed just talking about it this morning.

he finished his prednisone today, thank the lord. i wonder if he actually has the H1N1 like his aunt laura did. not quite sick enough, but sick for weeks. i just feel like that might be what it is. hmm.
today is daddy day, and i have some things to do, people to see, work to get done. i don't feel like it, but i'm on it.

gratitude:
- angels
- laughter
- being single

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