#1. Nothing grosses me out more than brushing my teeth. I hate it beyond belief. Toothpaste is absolutely disgusting. Those 2-6 minutes spent everyday (depending on how many times I feel I can suffer through for that day) is pure TORTURE.
#2. Every night before I go to sleep, I put my hair in a ponytail. I find myself waking up, holding onto the ponytail. Yeah, I'm confused, too.
#3. Conversation with my mom while watching Wipeout the other day:
Mom: What is that, dirt water?
Me: ....You mean, mud?
Mom: There is a complete difference between dirt water and mud.
The things your mother teaches you.
#4. Dear Diego has to get these two tiny little bumps taken off his head by his ear, and one on his back. My mom informed me today just how expensive this NEW procedure will be, in addition to all his abcess draining surgeries he's had. She's now referring to him as "Expensive Butt." I think it has a nice ring to it.
#5. Pop's in Colorado for his every-other-weekly business trip, so you know what that means! Mom and Holly, on an epic adventure, of spending money, eating food we normally wouldn't eat, watching family-oriented movies (because that's basically where our taste lie), drinking ourselves silly with soda, and showering Diego with attention (that last one wasn't ever intential. It just sort of happens. Like, daily). So last night Mom and I went to the grocery store, making snarky comments (we both didn't want to go out, having had a fun "You go get dinner- no, YOU go get dinner- I'm not getting dinner, I was out doing errands all day-- I'm not getting dinner, I don't feel good-- Well, I'm the mother, and sometimes you just have to do things for me--- I don't feel those types of guilt--- *evil laugh* Oh honey, you better---" power-struggle coversation) and eventually getting lots of ice cream, peanut butter M&M's (Mom's appalled), cantalope, pepperoni, potato salad, and stuff to make 7-layer bean dip, which we ate for dinner last night (just the bean dip. Not everything else. Okay, maybe bits and pieces of the other stuff... but that's irrelavent). What we forgot? SODA. How can we have a Holly/Lori night WITHOUT SODA?!?! It cannot be done, I tell you. It. Cannot. Be. Done. It's like, leaving out the Family Movie party of the night (we watched Wipeout, which counts as a family show, if not a Disney movie).
#6. My grandpa and I both have fibromalagia: yup, that's the one that makes me sick all the time, you're right. Funny enough, it's this awesome bonding tool for me and my grandpa-- we share battle scars and war stories, and occasionally, his hot tub (it makes things feel all better), and NOW--- we share the same chiropractor! That was funny, let me tell you. I went yesterday, because he gives massages for fibro patients (you have to be super careful), and Grandpa always says that these make him feel like he's in heaven for the next few days, so I went to try it out. It was... strange.... sitting there, talking to this complete stranger, who knew all about my Grandpa, who I'm ridiculous fond of and protective of, comparing me and my issues to him... it was funny. And strange. But pretty awesome, if you think about it. Who gets to say that they practically live the same life as their Grandpa? HA! NOT YOU! Only me!
Hahahaha, I laughed out loud and tears actually came out my eyes when I read the one about mud water. Ha! Greg looked at me like I'd lost my bananas until I said "I'm reading Holly's blog", and then he understood. :) Too funny. :)
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