I Guess I'm Proud?

Elf Application

I love his answer to number 4.

You are Weird

Currier handed me this note while we were in the car.  I love how he spelled "weird" how I say it in my Boston accent: without the "r". 

Sweet Rya D

Rya was surprised I gave her my last piece of dark chocolate and I said, "Kid, I'd do anything for you!" And she said, "Really? Will you get rid of Currier?"

Creative Works by Currier

Currier created this masterpiece.  I will translate: The pilot of the plane is checking out the sunbather and saying, "Hi aren't you beautiful!" And the sunbather is saying, "Ha, your airplane is on fire!" 

Sundays According to Rya

This morning Rya asked to go to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast.  I said, "No, I don't have the money for Dunkin Donuts today."  She said, "Then we should have a yardsale today to make money for Dunkin Donuts."  "We can't have a yardsale today because yardsales are typically on Saturdays and today isn't Saturday," I explained.  "Oh yeah, today is Sunday" she says matter-of-factly.  I disagreed, "No actually today is Tuesday."  She laughed, "No it's Sunday because the sun is out!"  After an appointment and lunch, I scrounged up some change to take Rya to Dunks because that innocence deserves a damn donut but she changed her mind and wanted an ice cream instead.  Everyday is Sunday with my Rya.  

Savannah Rock n Roll Half Marathon

I ran my first half marathon over the weekend.  On Friday Trent, the kids and I drove two hours to Savannah and picked up my race packet from the convention center and then checked into the Holiday Inn at the airport (at $175.00 a night it was the cheapest hotel I could find for race weekend!).  The hotel had an indoor pool and jacuzzi so that made the kids happy and it had a Cracker Barrel across the street so that made me happy (Hello carb loading pancakes!).  After swimming and eating, we settled in our beds for an evening of rest and TV.  In the middle of watching Sponge Bob Squarepants, Currier stands up on the bed, pulls his pajama bottoms down, waves his hand in front of his penis as if presenting a five course meal and says, "Hey Everyone, feast your eyes on this!"  Trying not to burst out laughing I said, "Currier, that's inappropriate where did you learn that?"  He said he just saw it earlier in a movie preview except the kid bent over and pointed to his butt. "I thought it would be way funnier to pull my pants down and do it to my pee pee!" he said.  He was right!  The next morning Trent and the kids slept in while I got up at 5AM, ate a high protein breakfast and took a shuttle with twenty strangers to the start line.  Hardly a word was spoken on that dark and early ride into the city but the van reeked of Biofreeze, nerves, adrenaline and fear.  Once I got to the start line I met some members of the Tri Sports run club for one last pep talk from our trainers, Shelley and Peggy, and my nerves seemed to calm a bit.  "Just have fun", they said.  "You trained four months for this race.  The hard part is over.  Now just have fun!"   

And that I did!  Who would have thought running 13.1 miles could be so much fun!?  There was a live band at every mile and the spectators were an absolute riot!  Some held signs that read, “Don’t stop—that’s what she said!” & “This is the worst parade ever!” & "If running were easy they would call it your mom!" & " Go complete stranger Go!"  Since this was a marathon to benefit the American Cancer Society, many of the runners ran in honor of or in memory of loved ones and many cancer survivors themselves ran—the motivation and inspiration was too awesome and emotional to describe.  I ran this one for my mom who battled a brain tumor for five years before it took her life at the age of 43.   

Crossing that marathon finish line was an incredible feeling.  My time as 2:46 which I know isn't a record breaker but not bad for a first timer with a knee injury.  I followed the trainers' advice and took my time at a 12 minute mile pace, hydrated at every single water stop and even stopped and waited in line and peed at mile five. 

 

The kids thought I won the race since I got a medal (I'm okay with letting them think that) and Trent couldn't stop telling me how proud he was of me (I'm also okay with that!).  After a few race beers at the finish line, we headed back home to Charleston.  On the way home, I was talking on the phone with my friend Stacey and telling her all about the funny signs that spectators were holding and Currier was obviously listening and taking in every word because after I hung up the phone he said, "If running were easy they would call it my mom!"

More Seizures

On Saturday Currier had two seizures.  He complained of having an upset stomach and went into the bathroom and a few minutes later Trent and I heard a loud crash.  I found Currier on the floor with his head propped against the wall and his eyes rolled back into his head.   He woke as soon as I lifted him and then he turned pale and clammy.  As I was wetting a cold cloth and Trent was getting a thermometer, Currier face planted into the bathroom door and passed out cold again.  He didn’t lose control of his bowels and he didn’t have convulsions this go around.  So although still scary it wasn’t the full blown seizures like he’s had in the past so we felt comfortable caring for him at home and not taking him to the ER.

Today I got a call from the school nurse saying that Currier wasn’t communicating normally and he complained that his brain hurt so Trent rushed to pick him up and we all met at doctor’s office.  After an exam, blood test and urinalysis, Dr. Davis still thinks these are febrile seizures and not epilepsy.   Currier should grow out of these episodes just as I did as a child.  So permission granted to carry on and TRICK or TREAT!   

*At the doctor's office, Currier was obviously getting a lot of attention so Rya interuppted Dr. Davis and said, "Hey when everyone is done talking about Currier can we all talk about me?"  She is her mother's daughter.  

Dead Mother

Rya drew me this.  I said, "Wow, it's beautiful.  Is that a picture of me?"  She said, "No, it's your dead mother!"  I laughed like a crazy person for ten minutes.  Thank you Rya.  I needed that. 

Chew on This!

Conversation overheard in the bathroom this morning— Currier exclaims, “Oh No, Penny chewed up one of mom’s make up brushes!  I guess Penny just looks around for cool things to chew on, huh?"  Trent lets out a very boisterous fart and Currier says, “Um yeah, that’s not cool to chew on!”

Miss Rya D.

Rya says, "I want someone to talk to" so I say, "Rya, you can talk to ME anytime about anything!" She says, "Yeah I know but I want to talk to someone who isn't YOU!"... Go fuck yourself, Kid.

Mermaid

Rya told me she wanted to be a mermaid when she grows up so I asked Currier what he wanted to be: "a fisherman that hunts and kills mermaids".

Beer Tea Party

Rya asked me if I wanted to have a tea party with beers. I said, "Hell yeah, that's my kind of tea party girlfriend!" and Trent clarifed that she meant "teddy bears" I retorted, "Oh, forget it then!"

You say Virginia, I say Vagina

So Currier and Rya are roughhousing and Rya screams, "Ouch, my penis!" and I correct her, "Rya, you don't have a penis. You have a vagina" and Currier adds, "Yeah Rya you have a vagina and vagina is also a state." I then correct him, "No vagina is not a state. Virginia is a state!"