Snippets of conversations I’ve had with others this week.  Some funny.  Some sad.  All a part of this journey I’m on called Life.

Me:  “He thinks my eyes look like sunflowers.”
My Mom:  “He must be blind.”
(During a conversation where I told her that my husband stared into my eyes lovingly and gave me a compliment.  She’s super supportive.  Can you tell?)
Husband:  “Do we have any cold water in the fridge?”
Me:  “Nope.”
Husband:  “Fine.  I don’t want to, but I guess I have to drink a cold beer now.  Sheesh.”
(Sunday night, post dinner, complaining that he has to drink his Black Toad beer because I didn’t fill the fridge with water bottles.  Bad Wife.)
Me:  “How do I look?”
Superman:  “Mom, you never look weird.  Ever.”
Trying to get an opinion on my outfit prior to going out with the family on Friday night.  Gotta love the honesty.  And.  The only reason he thinks this is because he’s never seen a picture from my high school glory days, where experimenting with polyester and colored bands on braces was routine.  And he never will.
Jillian Michaels:  “If you’re looking for an easier way to do this, you won’t find it here.  I have 400 pound people doing jumping jacks.  If they can do it, so can you.”
Me:  “Shut Up.”
Heidi (Monchichi’s Therapist):  “I heard that!”
Doing the SHRED workout on DVD with the trainer from the fiery pits ofhell The Biggest Loser.
Grandma:  “Which house am I in?  Where is my room?  Why are you all lying to me?
Me:  You are home, grandma, and we are here with you.  No one is lying.  I love you.
My grandmother, whose dementia continues to increase in severity as she faces the final chapter in her life.  A constant reminder to count my blessings.
Me:  “I know I should be happy, and I am.  But I want the decision to be on my terms, not based on genetics or fear.  I feel selfish feeling it, but I do.”
My Sister:  “It’s okay.  I think that’s normal.”
Sitting next to the fountain in Old Town Orange, next to a woman and her newborn baby girl, which prompted me to cry about not being able to have another baby because of the risk of autism.
Me:  “Boris, are you okay?  How do you like school so far?”
Boris: *sniffling*  “It’s taking me so long to calm down.  Now I have to tell my dad that I had a bad mood.  Going to school each weekday from 9-3 is hard work.”
After approaching a new student of mine who was having difficulty adjusting to life as a full-time student.
Husband:  Honey, wanna watch a movie?
Me:  Sure!
Husband:  Which one?
Me:  *hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*
Passing out on Friday night after my first week back at work.  I think it was 8:30 p.m.

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2 Replies to “Bits and Pieces”

  1. I love this. Especially the part where your kid says you never look weird. So darn cute!!

    And Jo, there are many people that have kids with Autism that go onto have healthy babies. I didn't realize the risk was so high. You're a great mom whether you have 2,3,4 or 8 babies!! 🙂

    When are we doing dinner again lady?


  2. I love the full-time student one. I have worked for The State in one form or another and I have adults with children of their own who tell me they can't handle a 9-3 job four days out of the week! I had one grown-up who claimed I just didn't understand how hard it was to be a parent, go to school 12 hours a week and be expected to do job search or community service for 12 hours per week. "24 hours of work is just too hard with a kid." *At that time I was acting single mom of four with 12 credit hours of chemistry and physics and working 40 hours per week! It took all I could not to laugh at her with her one and only child.

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