Since my last post we’ve had some quite exciting events. I have not managed to make it alone by myself in the house yet. I attempted last week while Clay was out playing basketball. The night started out fine. I managed to get in my Wheel of Fortune and anxiously await The Office. I kid you not, at about 7:50 (10 minutes before my show might I add) there is a dang knock on my door. So here I am… home alone… In a bath robe, clipping my toenails. The awful memories rushed back. Although we now have a peep hole I frantically flipped the outside light on and was too scared to look out to see what was looking back at me. I ran to our closet to call someone to come over. Ridiculous. I am a 25 year old woman and can’t stay at my house alone. But it was really too late for anyone to be selling anything at 8:00 at night. I know what you are thinking… what kind of neighborhood do you live in? I promise it is a good neighborhood. That is why we picked it. So, attempt #2 to stay home alone. Saturday night. Clay has plans for a poker night. I have plans to clean our house. He leaves and I am positive that I will make it fine. Once again, I kid you not. 2 minutes after he left our stupid doorbell rings. I don’t even answer the door. I call Clay to come get me. But you know what. It turned out for the best. I beat out 13 people and made it down to the final two. I got dealt a bad hand and was handed the second place pot. So I guess it all worked out at least.
Maddie did have her surgery last week. That was an ordeal. She was pathetic. But she is now fixed and no more worries. It stressed her Mama out. Pitiful pics posted below.
Clay has always told me that I am so impressionable. I am so hard headed that I have always given him a good argument to defend myself. I’m not impressionable. Well it wasn’t until the other night that I realized; I am, in fact, impressionable. Let me set the scene. I watch 1 episode of America’s Next top model- I think I am America’s Next top model. I watch dancing with the stars- I think I am a dancing star. I believe I need a red carpet to get into my car. I watch American Idol- I am singing while putting dishes away claiming to clay that I can sing any Dixie Chick song just like them. We watch the Pro Golf Tour- I get my golf bag and head to the greens. I look the part but sure don’t cut it. I claim if we had golf in high school I could have gone pro. The 2008 Olympics are on at our house 24/7: I run around my house jumping, spinning, attempting gymnastic leaps, claiming that if we had volleyball in high school I would in fact be a volleyball Olympian. The non-stop political campaign- I claim that I can be President and achieve world peace. But it wasn’t until last weekend we somehow stopped the TV. on the ESPN Dog show that I realized I in fact am impressionable. I was literally running Maddie around the house trying to get her to do tricks on command. I was claiming that Maddie would win best in show. It was at that moment Clay looked at me and says “Whitney please look at yourself. You are so impressionable.” And Clay adds after reading this post that I should add…. Oh, and I’m blogging now. Haha.
Some day we will have posts of our children. I can’t wait until that day. I mean I can wait and will wait. But I am just looking forward to that day. I get my children-fill at work. I wish I could post tons of pictures but the whole patient confidentiality thing stops me. But just imagine me with some of the most amazing kids in the world. Some of the moments at work are priceless. But until that day comes for the pictures of our little tots, pictures of us will have to suffice.
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