This picture was taken last week. Dawson decided it would be hilarious to wear my glasses. But then, he started imitating me. Seriously. I wish I would have been quick enough to grab the video camera because when I heard him say, “I told you to put your toys away! Right this minute!” I nearly died. He even had the finger pointing down pat. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.
I wanted to post this earlier, but the flu bug made an appearance, and all hell broke loose. Thankfully, we’re feeling better today but still a little tired and mopey. We’re all laying on the floor and watching television while half-asleep.
Ugh. This blog is getting depressing. I promise I’ll work on that.
Hopefully your Saturday night is more exciting than ours!
Last night my parents invited Dawson and me to go sledding and tobogganing with them. My sister Rachel and my brother Frank came along, too. Their church was hosting a sledding party at Iverson Park and since Dawson had already been to the winter park twice before, I couldn’t say no.
Now before I go any further with this story, I must confess that I had never been down a toboggan run before. I’m nearly 30 years old and last night was my first time. I was a toboggan virgin.
Iverson Park is beautiful in the summer, but it’s full of snowy action in winter months. They have a sledding hill which is BYOS (bring your own sled) and two toboggan slides, each 300 feet long. When we got to the park and my dad asked if I wanted to go down, I hesitated when I discovered we’d have to climb to the top of the platform. I was freaked out because this is what the drop looks like:
I. Was. Terrified.
My fearless Dawson looked at me and said, “Mommy, you can’t be scared. It will be so much fun!”
I declined to go down with Dad, Mom and Dawson. Instead, I went down with my brother Frank first. I didn’t want my son to see me cry.
So we climb up to the top, I sat down on the front of the toboggan, with my feet directly under the curl and my little bro (who’s 6′ 3″ and a good 250 pounds) sat behind me. I felt safer knowing there was an anchor behind me. The slide attendant instructed me to keep my body parts on the sled and to hold tight to the rope.
“Ready?” she asked.
“I think so,” I said with a stutter.
“Have fun!” she yelled.
Next thing I know she dropped the hatch and down we flew. Picture me screaming, eyes closed, and tears streaming down my rosy cheeks.
“Hooooollleeeee Craaaaapppp!” I screamed.
When we got to the end and started to slow down, I opened my eyes, and sat there frozen with fear.
“Are you okay?” Frank asked.
“Am I alive?” I replied.
“Yeah. You made it.” he said.
“Okay, then I’m okay. I’m okay, right?” I couldn’t believe I didn’t die.
As we walked back up the hill, I saw my parents, my sister and little Dawson going down for the second time. My son, fearless and smiling, was screaming with delight. He loved it.
“Mumma! Poppa, Nonna and Rachel and me won the race! Woo hoo!” he shouted.
“You did!” I said.
Dawson asked me if I liked the “noggin hill” and I told him as long as I didn’t break my own noggin, I would be fine.
I managed to get up the courage to go down again, but with my Dad, Mom and Dawson. This time the sled crashed and we all went rolling. I was so happy I wore three pairs of pants because I had some major butt burn. That wasn’t the first time we crashed either (can you believe I went down a total of 12 times?), and this morning I was so stiff in the buttocks and lower back.
Dawson had preschool this morning, and I realized we were running late. I quickly threw on one of the pairs of pants I wore last night and drove my boy to school.
When I got home, I sat down on the couch to take a rest and noticed my sweats were inside out. I can’t believe I was out in public dressed like that!!
If anyone noticed, I’ll blame it on Noggin Hill and my butt burn. It could have been worse. I could have broken my arse instead of just getting a bruise on one cheek. No seriously, it’s black and blue!
Dawson has been begging to go sledding again, and I think I might just do it. As scary as it is, it sure is one hell of an adrenaline rush!
I took some time away from my blog, I’m sure you’ve noticed. Lately, I’ve been feeling a little burned out. It’s mostly because there are so many things to do and so little time to get them all done. Alas, blogging fell to the wayside and I’m feeling guilty about that.
It was nice to have a few days off. I wasn’t worrying about what to write each day, and instead focused on many other important things in my life.
Friday night I went out for drinks with my BFF, Amanda. We hit a few bars in town and spent several hours catching up on the goings-on in each other’s lives. I finally met her boyfriend (and he’s a doll) and we dished about people we friended on Facebook. It was hilarious to gossip about people we knew in high school and what they are up to now, twelve years later.
That same night, my brother, Nate, and his girlfriend, Becky, came out, too. It was nice to hang out with Nathan. He’s four years younger than me, and when we were kids we fought a lot, but now that we’re older we get along great. I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with him before he left for Kuwait, and when he came back home in November of 2006 I was a busy mom to a two year old and rarely got to hang out with him. Over the last year we’ve been growing closer and it’s nice. I really like Becky, too. I hope he marries that girl. Even Dawson loves her. He’s already calling her Aunt Becky.
Saturday was a crazy day. I had to work in the morning, but I didn’t get much sleep because I got home too late (bar time sure comes quickly when you’re having fun) so I was dragging for most of the day. I took a catnap at noon and then I had to meet my mother for a Lia Sophia Extravaganza show. It was awesome. Mom and I both bought $10 in raffle tickets and we both won two pieces of jewelry from the new line (with a value of about $66) and I won $75 dollars in gift certificates, too. It was a lot fun. At one point during the party, the jewelry adviser asked for volunteers to model the jewelry and do some turns as if we were on a catwalk. It was hilarious.
Yesterday my parents, Nathan, Becky, my sister Rachel and I participated in the Walk for Life in town. We marched from City Hall to the Dreyfus Center at UWSP and then stayed for a Pro-Life Rally at the university. They had some wonderful speakers and I’m really glad I went. I’ve got some notes for a post that I’m working on. Hopefully I’ll publish it by the end of the week.
Today was a very long day. I was so tired from the lack of sleep and I was feeling tense and stressed out. I had the worst migraine and I truly thought I was going to die. Thankfully, Doug took care of Dawson so I could rest in the dark and quiet bedroom and now I’m feeling much better. Groggy, but not in pain anymore.
In other news, Doug sold his truck yesterday. He put it up for sale last spring, but with high gas prices we didn’t have any bites. But a high school kid from Eau Claire was really interested and he came to look at it yesterday morning and bought it on the spot. We didn’t expect that it would happen that quickly. So, we’re down to just my vehicle and the carpooling is kind of a pain in the ass. But we are saving money in gas and Doug and I are communicating better so that we can coordinate our schedules — so that’s a bonus.
Hopefully things will calm down soon. I’ve got lots to say!
So, I’ve been reading blogs and news stories and the like and I’ve got some links I want to share with you — not only because they are awesome, but because I’m too lazy to post something real today. I’ve got some things brewing here, but I can’t seem to find the flippin’ time to get it all done.
Dawson is keeping me busy. Work is keeping me busy. Life is just spinning too fast these days. So…here are some linky-links.
I don’t know what to make of this news story. I like Michelle Obama very much, but I feel like the media is having a field day with her wardrobe and looks. She is gorgeous. And yes, she does remind me of Jackie Kennedy. But calling her “the perfect wife” and the president’s “sexy new First Lady” irks me. There is no such thing as the perfect wife… Is there? I hope not, because that means women everywhere are doomed to fail.
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This article makes me sick. President Obama, I will do my best to support you as our Commander in Chief, but I will never, ever be okay with abortion. I will never be okay with my tax dollars funding abortions. This is wrong. It’s immoral. It is sickening. You want to keep abortion legal? Fine. You pay for it. Or, return the power to the states. I’m sick of listening to all these pro-choice advocates stating that government should not have the right to meddle in private matters such as health care or what a woman does with her body. But in reality? The government is doing just that; meddling. By forcing tax payers to just go along with it and using federal dollars to fund abortions, the government is saying that my beliefs, and my values don’t matter. This is crap. 48 million babies have been aborted since 1973. When does it end? When?
Dana began her Mom career in 2004 with the birth of her eldest son, Dawson, aka The Doodlebug. She spends her days catering to a 5-year-old, she denies her habit of compulsive vacuuming, and just recently gave birth to Owen, aka Monster Baby. She's definitely living La Vida Loca and wouldn't want it any other way. More About Dana.
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