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November 29, 2012
Teaser #3
“Get on your bike? In this?” I move my hand, perfoming a perfectly executed Vanna White demonstration of the black and white striped pencil skirt I’m wearing. Does he not understand the simple design of the pencil skirt? There’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to straddle that bike seat. And I’m pretty sure I can’t side-saddle it either, not with those pesky safety laws. Nope…there’s absolutely no way in hell I’m getting on that stupid ass bike. “Not gonna happen buddy.”
“Alex, if I have to pick you up, put you over my shoulder, and physically place you on my bike, I will. So yes, it’s gonna happen. You can either do so with dignity, or we can do it my way. Your choice.”
Teaser # 2
“Do you really believe that seeing Blake this morning had nothing to do with what happened at the office today?” I nod my head, trying to end this conversation before it starts. Unfortunately for me, it seems to have the opposite effect.
“You can’t honestly believe that, Alex!” Harlow takes a deep breath, obviously trying to control her temper. She lowers her voice, but keeps her eyes on me the entire time she speaks. “No, I don’t think you do. I think you know, deep down, that seeing Blake had an effect on you. And I think that you’re so used to not allowing yourself to feel anything, your brain didn’t know how to cope. I don’t know how long you’re going to keep punishing yourself, Alex. How long is long enough?” I continue my blank stare. Unfortunately, I think she’s on to me.
“You go on, each day, as though you’re happy and at peace with your life. Or at least trying to convince yourself that you are. But you also go on, each day, not really living. It’s not fair. It’s not fair to you and it’s definitely not fair to your children, who deserve to see their mother happy. It’s time to let him go and live your life without him. Derek has been dead for three years! Three. Years. Alex.”
Okay…now I’m really starting to get irritated.
“Really Harlow. How profound of you.” I glare at her. My voice starts to quiver as it rises.
“No SHIT Derek’s been dead for three years!!!! I live with that knowledge every day of my life. Every day, I wake up STILL expecting him to be lying next to me. Every day, I look at these children and wonder if they have any inkling of how wonderful, caring, smart, beautiful, strong, and loving their father really was. I live my life, everyday, with a heart that is completely empty. I have a heart that unfortunately is irreparable. Yes, Harlow, EVERY DAY of my life is a constant reminder that Derek is DEAD! Is there any other mind blowing information you feel the need to share with me?!” I yell at her as the tears begin to roll down my cheeks.
Teaser #1
Parking my car in the drive, I look at the front door and breathe a heavy sigh. I look at my hands as I remove them from the steering wheel. They’re slightly trembling. I shake them in an effort to get rid of the obvious nervous energy and wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans. I run my hair over my ponytail to smooth any fly-aways and exit the car. Looking down while straightening my “Goonies Never Say Die” t-shirt, another memory surfaces.
Blake and I used to make homemade t-shirts all the time together. Mine were always way better than his, of course, but at least he tried. My favorite one of his was this army green, G.I Joe “Knowing is Half the Battle” t-shirt. He wore it all the time. So much the iron on letters started falling off and it eventually read “Koin is alf Bat.” God, I would laugh every time he would wear it. I think that’s why he wore it so much.
Seeing as though I still make t-shirts, I guess old habits die hard.
I look back at my hands. They’re still shaking. It seems even with the old memories running through my mind, I still can’t shake off my nerves. Making my way to the front door, I mentally chastise my anxiety. “This is ridiculous, Alex. You’re a grown woman. Act like it,” I mutter while walking up the porch steps. I note there’s only a motorcycle present in the driveway, which bodes well in my favor. This is going to be difficult enough without having a parental audience.
Approaching the door, I raise my fist to knock, pausing for another second to take in a cleansing breath. Breathing out, I say a prayer and knock loudly.
I hear his heavy footsteps coming towards the door, followed by the sound of the deadbolt unlocking. I watch nervously as the handle turns. But when I look up, I’m completely unprepared for what’s standing directly in front of my face.
As the door flies open, so does my mouth. Blake is standing in front of me, shirtless, wearing only his red and navy plaid pajama bottoms, bare feet on the floor. His light brown hair is all over the place, but incredibly sexy as it falls messily over his forehead and flips out from behind his ears. One look at this man’s stomach renders me momentarily speechless, and I find myself having to fight to keep myself from running my hands over every single ridge of his abs. So instead, I place my hands over my open mouth and start giggling like a ten year old girl.
Mid-giggle, I notice the door starting to close. I quickly jump into action. I immediately put my foot in the doorjamb and my hands on the door using all of my weight to keep him from being able to close it – a trick he taught me by the way.
Shaking his head at me, Blake emphatically states, “Nope. Mmm-mm Alex. It’s too early for this right now. Go home.”
November 27, 2012
400 Like Teaser
“Yes ma’am!” They all shout at the same time, each with huge grins on their faces.
I snap my head back to Blake who’s also grinning, but his is more of a triumphant smile. I lean over and whisper so that we’re the only ones to hear.
“Look buddy, you need to wipe that smug smile off your face. No promises have been made, so there’s absolutely no reason for you to be smiling like that. You’re lucky to get to stay for a movie. And for the record, I hope they choose something really boring that will be extremely painful for you to watch. You deserve it.”
Speaking of which… I turn back to face the girls with an extremely over-animated smile on my face and clasp my hands together. “Alright girls! Go pick a movie! Wait…ooooooh, didn’t we just get that new Barney movie? I REALLY think Blake would LOVE that one! You should put it on for him!!!” I direct my eyes over to Blake and shoot him the best, smart-ass grin I can conjure up.
Blake simply glances back at me and then turns his attention to the girls. Giving them his beautiful trademark smile, he trumps my over-enthusiasm with an astounding, “The purple dinosaur?! I LOVE that one! Do you guys really have a whole movie?! I can’t wait! Go get it right now and let’s watch it!” He looks back at me, giving me his own smart-ass grin.
Jerk.
Play/Pause…My Favorite Bedtime Ritual
Okay…
So I’m looking down at my watch. 9:31 PM. Are normal children not in bed by this hour??? This is a question that plagues my mind almost EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. I seriously think it’s the freaking 5 hour naps they get at daycare. Ahhhhhh! Anyway…
Just to give you a slight taste of my world. I have three girls. I have an awesome attitude-errific 9 year old. A wonderful and loving, but often in her own little world 7 year old. And a four year old who obviously requires no sleep.
I am literally laughing right now, thinking about my night tonight. I don’t get many guilty pleasures…but I am completely addicted to Vampire Diaries. So, like any typical night..we started the 45 minute epsiode at 7:30 and we just now finished. At 9:31 PM. Cuz that’s how we roll in this house.
Play. Pause.
Play. Pause.
Play. Pause. THREATEN.
Play. Pause. THAT’S IT!
Play.
Not only is there a lot of play/pause action, but there is also this. How in the world do they synchronize their timing when they come out of their rooms? It’s like military precision. One comes out. Pause.
“Can you get me something to drink.”
“No, but YOU can get you something to drink.”
Child audibly sighs and gets drink. Back to room. Resume watching. Pause. Another one comes out.
“What are you doing?”
“Going to the rest room.”
5 minutes and a lot of random noise in the bathroom later. Back to room. Resume watching. Pause. Last one comes out.
“Mommy, can you get me a snack?”
“Ummmm, no. You had plenty to eat and it’s 8:45 at night.”
“But, Mommy…I WANT A SNACK!”
“Well, you’re not getting one…sorry.”
“You’re mean Mommy.”
“Yes. I’m mean.”
“Mommy, stop saying that.”
Stomps off to bedroom after rather unfortunate 15 minute breakdown of sanity and a lot of screaming. Play.
Which brings me to now, where I am hiding in the office while my husband deals with them because I called an official Mommy Time Out. AKA…blog time. I do this because I plan on keeping written record of every single one of their RIDICULOUS actions and using them as blackmail in the future. And you are here to experience every, single, moment with me. 
Hope you all have a much more sane night than I did tonight! xoxoxo
November 26, 2012
HELLO!!!!!! Here I am!!!!!!!!
Hello ALL of you! I just started this blog so please be patient…it’s a work in progress!!!!
