Friday, May 16, 2008

Bunny Love

Enzo is our rabbit. We've had him since August 2005 and until Jack, he and his life partner, Esmeralda, were basically our children. Es passed away almost 2 years ago and Enzo was literally heartbroken. They were very much in love.

Tomorrow, Enzo, Jack and I are going to pile into the car and head to Palatka, FL for a bunny speed-dating session.

That's right - speed-dating.

Gainseville Rabbit Rescue has arranged for 3 foster families to bring eligeable bachelorettes to meet us. Depending on with whom Enzo has the most chemistry, we will bring one lucky lady back home with us. 'Zo will get to spend some time with each girlie and we'll know probably within the first minute or so if it's a good match or not.

I remember how tenderly Esmeralda treated Enzo... I knew their relationship, and I know exactly what he needs. I want my tan little boy to have the love and affection he so badly deserves. Though I love on him and so does Justin and even Jack, there's just something missing.

So wish Jack, Enzo and me luck as we go out in search of long-eared love...

Es, we'll always miss you and never replace you... Enzo's first love....

Monday, May 12, 2008

About a Moron

So today I did what I consider to be basically the stupedest (yes, I am going to use it as if it were a legitimate word) thing I have probably ever done in my life.

Let me preface this whole story with one fact that you must always, ALWAYS keep in mind while reading it: I am a BRICK. Educated, yes, intelligent, fairly, but underneath it all, a big, giant, unthinking BRICK.

I had to drop something off on base at the off-crew office today at a certain time. I showed up with Jack two hours before the deadline and was very proud of myself for being on time. As I was depositing my stuff, someone came up to me and told me that I had missed the window of opportunity and that I would have to collect my things and take them with me. I was so upset! I nearly cried right there because I was also dropping things off for Amber and I promised her I'd have it there on time. I asked what he was talking about because no one had told me the time had changed and he replied, "Yeah, well, it was 30 minutes ago... sorry... they tried to get the word out so I guess you missed the message." Well, I know very well that I would have known about any time changes since I'm one of the people that PUTS the word out about such things. So, dejectedly, I left with my stuff, hoping that things might work out next time and feeling like a huge turd because I was letting people down.

So I got back to the car and started strapping Jack into his car seat. I had my bag slung over my shoulder and my car keys in one hand and he was struggling to pull them out of my hand and pushing random buttons and beeps were going crazy and it was annoying so I chucked the keys in the driver's seat and put my bag on the ground to use both hands to wrestle him into his seat. Finally situated, I gave him some smarties and some nuggets and shut the door. I picked up my bag to toss it on the passenger's seat and head to the playgr.... FUCK the door was locked. LOCKED. All of the doors were locked. The keys were on the driver's seat. I was looking at them. Jack was in his car seat. I was looking at him.

I lost it. I wailed, "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" and just put my forehead on the window and started saying, "no no no no no" and sobbing.

This was not my car. This was Matt's car. I was driving Matt's fucking car and my child was sitting inside and my keys were in there with him. And there were lots and lots of dudes looking at me like I belonged in an institution (I do.) or something.

Someone came up to me and asked what was going on and I explained the situation and he said he'd call dispatch and base security would come help me out.

I was very grateful.

But then it turns out that base security entailed several trucks, fire truck, ambulance and patrol cars. With lights and sirens.

As if my humiliation wasn't at it's pinnacle, now I'm a spectacle in addition to a shit-show.

I do, at this point, need to reassure everyone that it was only 68 degrees outside instead of the 95 degrees it has been for the last week. So at least God thought I deserved SOME kind of break. I would have broken a window within 30 seconds if it were any hotter outside.

Jack was just chilling in there the whole time, smiling at the 50 or so people that stopped to say any number of things along the lines of, "wow, that sucks!" or "gosh what a nice car - I hope they don't have to break a door off!" or "wow, this is going to take awhile" or "what will her husband say?" etc.

Meanwhile, someone has just informed me that the deadline I thought I had missed hadn't been missed after all and they were wrong and I can go ahead and drop my stuff off. So apparently Fate had a shitty way of keeping me there so I could get everything turned in before I got home and had to turn around. Oh, because I forgot to add that I have no cell phone because it is on the coffee table so I couldn't call anyone to ask what the hell was going on until I got back here.

Anyway, back to the car that has my keys and my baby inside...

So after a bunch of guys assess the situation as being beyond hope, one of the security guys shows up and has a slim-jim to pop the locks (which are electronic so the old methods don't work) and I had to explain to him how important it was that they try really really hard to get this fixed without hurting the car at all because it's um, well, not my f-ing car. (And boy, oh boy, the looks I got when I explained that I was tooling around in my husband's best friend's car while they're out to sea...) I got chewed out for giving more of a shit about the car than my kid, which stung, but I know where my priorities were and I knew I'd buy Matt a new car before I let Jack sit in there for more than another 20 minutes, but I had to at least try to make sure they were as careful as possible.

They did, after a couple minutes, get it open and I doled out some massive hugs to the guys and scooped Jack out of his carseat and just held him for like 10 minutes while people thinned out and shook their heads at my idiocy. He was totally fine. He actually ate more food than he has in a week while he was sitting there, so I was pretty happy about that. The car is fine. I, however, not so much. I am a brick. No question about it. I'm embarassed, I'm ashamed, I was scared, and now I'm writing about it because I'm a glutton for punishment.

Thank God it wasn't too hot out. Thank God Jack is too young to remember my negligent parenting. Thank God that He watches out for drunks and fools because I am the latter and would LOVE to be the former to forget about all of this nonsense.

At least I met the deadline. So really, the only person I let down today was me.

ROCK on.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mothers' Day!

It's my second. And I'm so excited to celebrate every single second Sunday in May for the rest of my life... I love being a Mommy... I can't even find words to describe it. I'm so damn happy.

And Happy Mothers' Day to my Mommy - my best friend and inspiration. I love you, Mu. Thank you for teaching me how to be the Mom I am for Jack.

And to all of my beautiful, strong, passionate, loving friends who also happen to be Mommies. Without you - each and every one of you - I wouldn't be able to navigate my way through the more difficult obstacles that this particular profession creates. You all give me strength and hope and wisdom.

Happy Mothers' Day to everyone. It's a special day. Moms are pretty darn important and it's a sweet club to be in.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Sheer Pink Gloss

I painted my nails tonight. Toes and fingers. Sheer Pink Gloss...

Why? Because Grey's made me cry.

I'm PMSing for the second time in 2 years and I forgot what it's like.

I really miss my husband.

Now I need to wait for them to dry so I feel like an idiot because all I want to do is snuggle up with a teddy bear in bed.

Wow, and I've reverted 10 years.


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