{"id":1128,"date":"2009-06-09T00:18:22","date_gmt":"2009-06-09T04:18:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/?p=1128"},"modified":"2009-06-09T00:18:22","modified_gmt":"2009-06-09T04:18:22","slug":"random-tuesday-thoughts-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/2009\/06\/09\/random-tuesday-thoughts-9\/","title":{"rendered":"Random Tuesday Thoughts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/randomtuesday.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-691           aligncenter\" title=\"randomtuesday\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/randomtuesday.jpg?resize=200%2C79\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"79\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.theunmom.com\/\">Keely<\/a>\u00a0at The Un-Mom started Random Tuesday Thoughts and we thought we would join in the fun. Stop by her blog and check out her awesome randomness.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Stacy~<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Every morning when my alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m. I moan, get up out of bed, walk across the room and hit snooze.\u00a0 This happens over and over again until about 5:55 a.m. when I finally drag myself out of bed.\u00a0 I have to have my alarm across the room because I was unconsciously shutting it off when it was right next to me.\u00a0 And every morning I tell myself that I <em>have<\/em> to go to bed earlier than I do.\u00a0 But every night I end up staying up until 11:30 p.m. or so!\u00a0 You would think I would of learned my lesson by now, but I haven&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m having a hysterectomy in exactly 3 weeks from yesterday.\u00a0 I need to have it done because I have endometriosis, and I&#8217;ve tried every thing else.\u00a0 This morning my 8 year old asked me<em>,&#8221;why are you\u00a0having surgery because you&#8217;re not sick.&#8221;<\/em>\u00a0 It&#8217;s hard to explain to an 8 year old <strong>boy<\/strong> that you need to have your uterus removed, any suggestions on that one?<\/p>\n<p>Okay, what&#8217;s with the movie business huh?\u00a0 There are a bunch of movies all coming out <strong>now<\/strong>, one after another!\u00a0 We go months without anything good at all, and then we get nice weather and every movie that my kids want to see comes out!\u00a0 Let&#8217;s see we have <strong>Night at The Museum, Up, Ice Age, Land of the Lost, Transformers<\/strong> (which sadly my boys will not be seeing, they just don&#8217;t know that yet!), the <strong>Eddie Murphy movie<\/strong> which I can&#8217;t think of, <strong>the Guinea Pig movie<\/strong> which I also can&#8217;t think of, and I think <strong>Where the Wild Things Are<\/strong> too.\u00a0 WTH!!!\u00a0 It&#8217;s going to cause my own personal recession!<\/p>\n<p><strong>Elle~<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>We have about 2 more weeks of school and it seems like every single day is some new theme that I have to remember. Friday was pajama day, so that was easy. J-Man wore his pajamas to school all day, then when he got home he insisted on changing into his clothes before he went out to play. I tried to convince him that it was okay since he&#8217;d worn them all day at school, but he wouldn&#8217;t have any part of it.\u00a0Today was Career Day and tomorrow is field day. These theme days are fun for the kids, but so difficult for me. Really, I&#8217;m just like the kids. It&#8217;s the end of the school year and I don&#8217;t want to do anything. I&#8217;m all schooled out. I&#8217;m sick of making lunches and checking backpacks and homework. I don&#8217;t want to worry about what silly thing they need to bring in each day.<\/p>\n<p>At least Career Day upped my cool factor with J-Man. At first he wanted to dress up like a police man. He doesn&#8217;t want to be a police man when he grows up, he was just trying to come up with something to wear. Well,when I couldn&#8217;t find any freakin&#8217; toy police badges kicking around the house we switched to being a doctor. There&#8217;s no way he&#8217;ll ever be a doctor when he grows up either. He hates the sight of blood or any bodily fluids. He hates gross things and has sensory issues, so he won&#8217;t be touching any patients. But once again, it was just something to wear. I grabbed a white dress shirt to use as a lab coat and my stethoscope. I draped that around his shoulders and there was Dr. J-Man. He asked me about the stethoscope and I told him it was the one I used when I was an EMT. Well, that brought up the &#8220;What&#8217;s an EMT?&#8221; I told him about working on an ambulance and then came the next question. &#8220;Were you the one who stayed in the back or did you drive the ambulance?&#8221; I told him that sometimes I rode in the back and the other times I got to drive the ambulance and use the siren and drive really fast and make people pull over. 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