Z's blog

I have asked my trusty 5-year-old friend, Z, to share her thoughts on blog world.  (Just doing my civic duty of raising proper bloggers ;)  So, with great honor, I present to you, Z:

My cavity

Today I had a cav-a-dee.  It hurted.  It was the worst day of my life.  I want my teeth to work.  I want them to feel better.  They won is has a cavity.  My cavity is might go into might get worser. I want my teeth to feel better.  [AJ interrupts and says, "Who wants cookies?"  Z replies, "I do!!!"]  I want to brush my teeth better.  I'm going to brush my teeth better in circles.  It will brush my teeth better and get all the germs.  All the time I will brush my teeth and I will do it when my mom says to.  I will do what my mom will do when she says to right away.    

I hope my teeth will feel better.  The End.  

Gross Gross Gross!

My boss just came down stairs and said he was eating a muffin and started chewing on something hard. He pulled it out and it was a broken off crown. His first thought was that it was someone else's crown that broke off and got baked in the muffin but then he realized it was his own. He even pulled it out of his pocket to show me.

GROSS!

Okay

I am way behind in the amazing blog race for the month of November. I have a bet going with AJ and MMT. There's nothing for the winner, but whoever blogs the least this month will have to frolic down the street while singing the song from West Side Story, "I'm so pretty...oh so pretty..." Not fun.

So to keep me blogging and not bore you guys, send me some questions or topics to write about and I will.

Until tomorrow my blog world friends!

Bowling

To celebrate M's 9th birthday we took a little trip to one of the local bowling alleys. Now I am not a fan of bowling but I didn't want to be a party pooper so I went along with the gang. I laced on those ugly looking bowling shoes and found the properly weighted ball. With ball in hand and stance ready, I took my first turn down the lane. Gutter ball. Second turn, gutter ball. I thought perhaps I should try another ball so I grabbed another ball. Gutter ball. I kept this up, eventually knocking down one or two pins along the way, trying every technique I could (including what I like to call the stop drop and roll technique). My final score on the first game was somewhere in the 60's which was a much better improvement that the 14 I've bowled in the past.

Bummed, I continued. I was doing a little better and then my fingers started to give out from the weight of the ball. I went down to a 9lb ball and tried my luck. I got a spare. I kept the momentum going. To my surprise I eventually won the game and got into the 100's. I don't think I've ever bowled past the 80's in my life. It was pretty exciting, but I still would rather play Dance Dance Revolution or Air Hockey instead.

My Day

Today was great because I not only got to spend a whole lot of money on Christmas decorations for my office, but I didn't have to really work AND I got to do it while being paid.

On my outings, as I was trying to find a parking spot at our local Target (say it with a French accent, it sounds fancier), I spotted a lady putting away her newly purchased items in the trunk of her vehicle so I politely turned on my blinker patiently waiting for her to finish. I waited for a while. She obviously saw me, it was pretty obvious I was waiting for her spot. As she shut her trunk I realized, "Hm, this lady is not going to leave this parking spot." I irritatingly turned off my blinker and started to move forward. As I passed the lady, she looked at me and snottily smiled. As if she couldn't have waved me on to let me know she wasn't going to be leaving and instead just unloading the junk she just purchased in the Big Box Store.

Not to let that ruin my Christmas cheer, I found another parking spot...very very very far away from the entrance. Definitely NOT princess parking. I continued on with my shopping extraveganza.

On my way home from my day of fun, I stopped in to get my anti-depressant Rx filled. I waited, again, patiently in line to put my order in. As I stepped up to the counter the lady asked me a few questions and then asked me when I would like to pick up my prescription. I said, "Now would be fine (knowing that I usually have to wait about 10-15 minutes minimum for it normally)." She replied, "Well I can't fill it now, so when would you like it?" I replied in almost irritation, "Two minutes." She replied in a very superior tone, "Well there's about ten people in front of you." Blank stare. Now irritated, I replied to her blank stare with a more definite blank stare. She finally said it would be about 25 minutes.

Note to people who refill prescriptions all day...don't mess with someone when they are refilling an anti-depressants, it's not very funny.

But all-in-all I had a great day.