Bad Attitude

 

 My baby fell asleep while waiting for me to finish reading to Ava. 

This is how I feel lately.  Get me outta here, mom!  We were at a local bounce house place and they had a hurricane simulator.  Ava likes it.  I wasn't really paying attention to Bree.  I was chuckling as I snapped picture after picture of Ava and then looked down to see this face.  It was crowded that day too, so I'm sure there were parents watching this thinking what a great mother I was laughing my head off while my two year old is clearly distressed.  I let her out eventually. 

 Ava enjoyed it anyway. 

Look at that dirty little face.  She's started pulling this face and I just love it so much.  I'm surprised she did it for me.  She's camera shy sometimes. 

I need more fun in my life.  So I thought, you know they say blondes have more fun.  I tried it out on a phone app.  A friend informed me that my hair wouldn't actually go blonde.  It would probably end up orange.  Well poo.  I've never heard the saying that orange heads have more fun so I guess this little experiment is never getting off the ground. 

 He loves miso.  Also me so.  This is us on a date.  Brig wanted to try out a place called Takashi. 

It was a Monday night and it was super busy.  We waited a half hour for a table.  The atmosphere was nice.  Here's the thing though.  I'm not a big fish fan.  I do like sushi.  Just don't tell me what's in it.  I especially like it if it's fried, tempura style.  When we walked into Takashi it wreaked of fish.  I've never experienced this at any other sushi place.  It was foreboding. 

Brig posted this on instagram that night.  After sampling a couple of sushi rolls I threw in the towel and ordered some teriyaki chicken.  The still photo doesn't convey this but the chicken kabobs were dancing with joy, doing a regular Irish jig.  Next time I'm requesting our usual sushi place. 

Well Spring is here.  Whoop-de-do.  I've got a bad attitude.  Don't mind me.  Everyone else is excited about Spring and that's fine.  Bree is saluting a bunny decoration stuck in the ground. 

Brielle often hides from the camera.  Maybe she was a film star in a past life. 

 

Ava turns 8 this year.  Which means we are thinking about her baptism even though it is six months away.  I was into Costco and saw these dresses.  I snapped a few pics to show Ava who was at school.

 Not to be left out, little sister wanted to display her favorite dress. 

 

It wasn't enough to hold it up for me.  She wanted me to do the exact thing I had done with Ava's dresses.  Sibling rivalry is alive and well.  

I showed the dresses to Ava who said they were just okay.  We got online and surprise, surprise, the above dress is more of what she had in mind, veil and all.  Oh gosh.  She has a major princess complex.  I don't think we'll be getting this one.  The search continues.

One more story of note.  At Brig's work they offered health screening to their employees and spouses.  This involved coming in and having your blood drawn to see about your cholesterol and what not.  It wasn't required but they would give you a break on your monthly premiums if you'd have it done.  So off we went.  I wasn't thrilled.  Having my blood drawn is always a trial.  I have tiny deep veins and I've never had anyone just stick a needle in my arm and get blood on the first try.  This time was no exception.  After three tries, one in both arm and one in the hand the lady sent me to Wanda.

Wanda had short white hair cut in the pixie style.  She wore thick glasses that gave her a bit of a bookworm appearance.  She cheerfully got me situated and proceeded to stick a needle in my arm and dig around for a vein for about 90 seconds.  None of this was too remarkable except that while she is doing this she says, "Do you watch The Vampire Diaries?"  

I saw the irony in this immediately, grinned and told her I had watched the first soapy season with my husband but haven't watch the subsequent seasons.  She proceeded to fill me in on what I'd missed, revealing that one of the main characters is now a vampire when before she was not.  Eventually she struck gold and filled two vials with my hard won blood.  As I stood she said, "You better not tell your husband if he's still watching it.  I don't want to spoil it for him."  I assured her I wouldn't and walked out of there suppressing a chuckle.  I mean come on, a phlebotomist with a Vampire Diaries obsession?  It's good, right?