Lost a Tooth…

Same story, different day.  I couldn’t wake up and get myself to run at 5am.

Came home from work to two wonderful things.  One, my white Iphone 4 was here.  Sweeet!  If you have a phone that doesn’t have internet, DO NOT get one.  They are super addictive.  Once you get an internet phone/smart phone, you cannot convert back — it’s impossible.

Two, Brucee, my 13 1/2 year pulled out his first tooth.  Amazing huh?  Seriously, you don’t understand.  Every tooth that has come out of Brucee’s mouth has been pulled out by a dentist (which is not free).  Whenever there’s a little pain, Brucee stops workin’ the tooth so they remain in his mouth until we are forced to go to the dentist.  Yes, we are going to an orthodonist (he’s our only child that’s required orthodonics).   He said he pulled the tooth last night after I’d gone to bed but didn’t put it under his pillow because he wanted the “tooth fairy” (he really did the quotes w/his fingers) to know before he put his tooth under there.  Asked how much he’d get and I said, “probably a dollar” and he said he needed more for the PSP he wanted….

I procrastinated forever….. Messed around…..Tried to get myself to go out and run.  Tried to get myself to go and get on the treadmill.   It just wasn’t happening…

Finally started my run at 6:30pm and was able to run 9.23 miles.   I averaged 8:43 minute miles.  Hot, hot, hot.  I stopped for 3 water breaks and one potty break.

The husband made chicken and beef kabobs on the grill.   Going to a bonfire tonight.  Too hot but going anyways because their daughters are in town visiting from AZ.  They’re the best neighbors.

U2 360

Last night was fun.  Ate a deeelish Smore w/a Reeses on it.  As expected, the mosquitos were awful.  We put on bug spray but the bugs treated it like sugar water.   We didn’t stay out too late which is fine with me.

Here’s my daughter and her friend.

Here’s Mick, looking gangsta.  My daughter made fun of his shirt (Ecko Unlimited) and hat because that’s what she does. 

Here’s me, myself and I making a total mess of my face. 

Awake at 8am.  Exhausted.  Went to bed the night before at 12:30 which is way past my comfort zone.  Cannot get motivated to do ANYTHING.  Decided today was a good day to rest in hopes that tomorrow will be better.

My parents, my aunt and uncle and my grandma go to breakfast every single week on Sunday morning at 9am.  I decided I wanted to stuff my face w/some good ole greasy breakfast so I snuck out of the house without waking my husband or kids. 

Came home, washed the car, or should I say, helped Mick wash my car.  Came back home and took an hour nap.  Still so tired. 

Here’s little guy making himself breakfast…Eggo waffles, tons of peanut butter and a Reeses (leftover from the bonfire).

Went to a high school open house and chowed again.  Now getting ready to go see U2 in concert.  I get major anxiety from concerts because the space issue where everyone’s touching you bugs me.  I have an imaginery bubble that everyone seems to cross into.  Plus, I worry about how quickly I can escape when the concert’s over.  Even though I stress, I always have a good time. 

I’ll be going bed late tonight.  Aye yii yii….