Random Stories and Re-postings

I did not sleep very well last night. I woke up at 1:01am, 2:18am, 3:02am, and 4:12am. At which point I got out of bed and got dressed to make it to the Y by 5...

I get to the Y and get on a cross-trainer with my text book and headphones and am blissfully working out and learning (I learn/comprehend better when I am in motion - there is a term for it, but I forget) and an older gentleman starts to get on the cross-trainer next to me.

SIGH. Do you NOT know the rules? There are THREE machines to the right of me and FOUR to the left. DUDE, I do not care how charming you are with your "Good Morning!". LEARN THE RULES for gym ettiquette!
However, the rest of my morning has been awesome:

1. Boo Boo La la did not fight me getting dressed and got on her own hat, mittens and shoes.
2. I got a Grande when I paid for a Tall at Starbucks...mmmm Peppermint Mocha - do not judge I still am only at 1-3 caffiene drinks per week.
3. I got a PRIMO parking spot in the ramp.
4. A nice lady held the elevator for me.

Last night - oh last night. It was my anniversary you know. NINE YEARS with the T-bone. He had a Union Meeting and since he is the VP he HAD to be there.
I was home alone with the kids and after dinner both the older ones abandoned me and Boo Boo. So, I gave her a bath, we cuddled, played, and I put her in bed.

About 20 minutes later she comes running in and crying...

"Mama, mama, I got my kleenex stuck in my nose."

I pick her up and look - "I do not see anything sweetie."

"It is UP there! "
And points to the spot between her nostril and bridge of her nose...YIKES! What to do?????
I calmly...yes, calmly...lay her flat on the bed tip her head back and ask her for sure, "Which nostril."

She points to the right one and says, "IT HURTS MOMMY!"

I grab the saline at the bedside and spray some up there, sit her up, cover her mouth and left nostril and say...

"BLOW!"

She does and out pops a wad of kleenex this big - No joke!

Hubby came home shortly afterward. I explained the excitement - he said the appropriate "Ewww." to the size of the kleenex wad that landed on my shirt and then we just relaxed.