I cannot think of a single thing to write about. I have been trying to do a post a day in November, but being that there is nothing floating around in my head, there is nothing to say.
You informed me yesterday that cutie oranges are delicious. You actually said that.
You also ripped the head off a dinosaur in the library book. I told you when we got home you would get a time out for being so naughty. When we got home you went and sat in timeout without me even reminding you.
You hold my hand lately. Your little fingers wrapped around one of mine, it makes my heart jump. I would walk to the end of the world like that. You also like to hold my hand when we are in the car. So I hold one of your legs while your toys use it as a hill to jump off or as a spider to jump on. Once in a while you will put your hand on mine and pat it or just rest it on mine. It is such a simple movement.
I have never talked to Gentry about shots before. I just don’t bring it up and by not addressing this, I assume that he is not out shooting heroine. I also assume that he not going and getting immunizations when I have my eyes closed.
A couple days ago he had his three year check up and we discussed all my concerns. By all my concerns I mean, my concerns. I managed to squeeze in some questions about Gentry so I didn’t sound completely self-centered. But lets get this straight. Gentry is concerned with Spiderman, becoming Spiderman and cookies. I, however, have concerns of my own. About my life and the amount of crap I let in. So I had some concerns worth discussing. The doctor said to follow my heart, and I am. I feel good about my decisions.
After the discussion, the nurse walked in and said, “Time for a shot!” Like it was now time to pull a chocolate coated Spiderman with nougat center from her hat. Like, are you ready for the happiest time of your young life? Gentry was not fooled and proceeded to climb the walls, shrieking-and-cavorting-Spiderman-style. He has never been so scared in his life and I don’t know who told him that shots were near death and that the Green Goblin was actually going to come and pull his head off and throw it into a burning building. But lets just say the tantrum that followed was incredible. Spectacular. An A++ as far as tantrums go.
I bribed him with french fries and tried to distract him with a book that was not about Spiderman. He was still not fooled.
He was so upset about being poked by the nurse he would not let me put his pants back on. He then proceeded to inform me that he is no longer in need a mother. I had turned on him and let someone poke him with a needle. For obvious reasons, he thought he could so a much better job that I do.
As we were driving home, I told him that Peter Parker got poked by a spider and it turned him into Spiderman. I could hear the little hampsters in his mind churning. I told him that sometimes we have to get shots so that we can be strong like Spiderman.
Today, he told me that he got poked like Spiderman. I think he is expecting the change any minute now.
We were in Logan this weekend. It was so beautiful and relaxing. I am finally seeing that Logan is small and that I feel more at home again in Salt Lake. It has only taken about four years to get over the six years I lived there. There are no buildings over four stories. Most of the businesses are along Main Street and are old and worn with charm. I love Salt Lake now/again. I love my neighbors and friends. I love my house. I love being close to stores I love. There is definitely more charm and old time personality in Logan, but I am starting to hit my groove here. It is nice to be home.
You may have noticed that I have started monitoring comments. I will not be taking that off. Some of you are haters and hate me. This blog is not me in my entirety. I find it very short sited of people to think that because they read this, they have any sort of context in which to base their idea of who I am. I also find it very hard to think of things to write of late. Because I know that some of you are out there hating. If you have hateful things to say to me perhaps you should stop reading my blog. You know, there are choices in life. One being reading others blogs. The another being an ass. I am a happy girl and if that upsets you, that is sad.
I would also like to define forgiveness. Forgiveness is releasing the pain that a person has caused in your life. A person could rape another and forgive the rapist. However, the person who was raped does not have to let the rapist back in their life. Forgiveness is different from trust. A rapist will never have trust again. I have forgiven the people that have hurt me. However, I will not be letting you in my life. I do not trust you.
Also, I find I must state as I have before, that being a relative does not make you my family. I choose who I let in my life and I call them family. Good people. Honest people. Trustworthy people. They are my family. I love myself and my family enough to protect myself from unhealthy, toxic people. I mean it.
