We definitely had a wonderful time this weekend!  Friday night we just hung out at home and watched a little tv.  I let DJ stay up Friday night and Saturday nights since there is no school the next day.  We both fell asleep around 10:00. 

On Saturday, we had a birthday party to go to.  My cousin's son was turning 3.  It was great, there was about 10 kids there and my cousin barbequed.  The pool was up and my son was the only one in it most of the time.  There was the usual pinata (sp?) completed with goodies for all the kids (and adults, too!)  I wound up staying later then I expected.  My mom brought DJ home with her to spend the night and I called my Partner In Crime.

We decided to hit the movies (yes we are old and boring to boot!)  We both wanted to check out Day After Tomorrow.  Excellent movie.  Spectacular special effects.  An edge of your seat kind of movie.  After that was over, PIC wanted to see Mean Girls.  It was cute, but could've waited to see it on video. 

After the movies we couldn't figure out what we wanted to do.  You can tell we're old.  Saturday night, 12:00 and we couldn't think of not one thing to do!  That's what happens when you have kids!  We wound up driving down center city.  The climax of the evening was when PIC saw MTV crews and the next seasons Real Worlders walking down the street.

Mr. Big had wanted me to stop over Saturday night.  I blew him off though since I was with PIC.  I really don't like to do things like but he blew me off so many times so I shouldn't worry about returning the favor.  He's not upset (like I care:)

Sunday was fun.  I picked up DJ and we picked up our pool passes from the office.  PIC dropped by and we all went to the pool for the afternoon.  I picked DJ up some swimmies (inflatables that go on your arms) on Saturday night.  I'm glad I did because he did need them.  The water was just a tad higher than his mouth.  He wanted to try without swimmies in 3ft so I took them off.  I turned to talk to PIC for one brief second and he's sputtering because he got his face wet.  I'm trying to teach him how to put his face in the water.  He hates getting his eyes wet though.  He always has.  I swear I'm going to have him swimming before the summer is over!

DJ has a dentist appointment today.  It stinks.  I had good teeth all my life and I was hoping it would pass down to my son.  No such luck.  He has to get 2 crowns.  Can you believe it?  Now mommy is brushing the teeth every morning.  I'm hoping all goes well.  The dentist isn't sure how he's going to do.  DJ was diagnosed with Asperger's Disorder (a form of autism) a few months ago, and they are afraid he won't be able to sit still.  They said the laughing gas will only hype him up more so they refuse to give it to him.  I just KNOW they won't be able to numb him up.  Once DJ feels pain, that's it for him!  If that happens, I'll have to take him to the hospital and have them admit him so they can put him to sleep and do the fillings.  I really hope it doesn't come to that.  Poor baby.  It's going to be a rough one today! 

DJ decided last night that he wanted to do his homework all by himself.  He didn't want me in the kitchen with him while he did it.  I didn't think this would happen until sometime next year or the year after.  I mean, he's only in kindergarten and he's already so independent.  I loved homework time with him.  I'm hoping this doesn't happen every night!

I must say I was impressed though.  He had a word search worksheet.  About 20 words he had to find.  He was finished in under 5 minutes and they were all correct.  I'm so proud of my baby.  He also made sure the circles and the spelling of his name were neat.  These times are flying by so fast!

I try to videotape at least once a week.  First of all I want to see his progress as he grows.  Second, I don't want to forget the funny things he says, the funny things he does, the way he says certain words.  His big thing is “come and keep me company”.  Only he doesn't say company, he says contaby.  There aren't many words he mispronounces and that's one of them.  I think it's so funny to hear him say it.  It's ironic that the majority of the funny things he does and says I can never capture on film.  It's like he knows. 

Yesterday he learned in school all about fires.  He came home and proceeded to give me a crash course on what happens if there is a fire in our house.  He told me he had to wake me and his pop-pop up and then we all had to run outside, “even if we're in our pajamas, Mom!”  Then we have to call the fire guys and throw lots of water on the fire and it will be all done.  Oh, and we can't forget the family cat, Precious.  It was priceless, and not taped.

He started mentioning something about a science project that was NOT in his homework book.  He told me they had to bring an animal to school (this could be just wishful thinking on my son's part.)  I asked him if he had to make an animal and bring it to school.  He adamantly shook his head and said no, they had to bring an animal to school.  I asked him if he was going to bring in Precious.  He then proceeded to tell me he was bringing Precious AND a tiger into school.  He explained to me that tigers live in the zoo and the jungle but they can be had as pets.  I told him he's more than welcome to have a tiger when he gets alot bigger and he has his own house.  He said it was ok since the tiger could sleep with Precious.  Um, nope, Precious sleeps in my bed and I can tell you right now a tiger is not sleeping in my bed.  DJ thought that was just too funny. 

On Saturday, we have birthday party for my cousin's son.  DJ is all excited about going.  My mom told me she wanted DJ to spend the night at her house after the party.  He hasn't stayed there in a few months so I said it was ok.  She originally wanted him a few weeks ago the night before Mother's Day.  I wasn't giving him up that night :)  He called her last night on the phone and she asked him what he wanted for breakfast.  Pop Tarts was his response.  No surprise there.  After a few minutes more of conversation he turned the phone over to me.  My mom and I chatted for a few minutes and she asked me what kind of Pop Tarts he wanted.  I asked him and he replied with “sweet and fresh.”  Like I've ever bought him stale Pop Tarts!

My son is the funniest person I know.  He has this dry humor about him.  He starts these conversations with me with a straight face which makes it even funnier for me because he acts so serious.

The other night he comes in to me and says, “Mom, we need to talk.“  Anyone with a child knows to sit down when they spout out that sentence.  I take a deep breath.  He then rounds it off with, “Mom, can we talk about my butt?“  I lost it.  He's 6 years old.  I think, what do we need to have a conversation about his butt for?

Then last night we have a meaningful conversation about none other than diarrhea.  DJ calls it diarrear though.  He had a touch of it a week or so ago and now he can't help but throw it in the conversation as many times as possible.   He starts explaining it to me.  He compares it to warm mudpies, cold coffee with pepper.  He has such an active imagination.  Six and a half years ago, I would take time out during the day and imagine what it would be like to have a child.  What kinds of things would we do?  What would we talk about?  Now I know, diarrear.

I took him to see Shrek 2 this week.  Excellent movie.  Everyone needs to go see it.  The only time DJ is quiet is when we go to the movies.  It's amazing.  We did get there a half hour early.  Of course I heard 30 times, “Mom, is the movie starting?“  Once it started, my son entered Shrek world and didn't come out until the ending credits when he proceeded to talk non-stop until he fell asleep an hour later:)

We're riding home from the movies in the car.  He tells me I'm a great mom.  I asked him what made me great.  He told me because I'm fun and I take him places.  I hope he still feels this way when he's a teenager.  “No you may not get pierced, tattooed, etc, etc.“

Next week is Harry Potter 3.  DJ is on pins and needles just thinking about it.  The posters are out and the trailer played at the movies.  We had to mark it on the calendar.  I promised him next Saturday.  I never see a movie when it first comes on the weekend. 

The last time I saw a movie on opening weekend was Spider-Man.  That was for DJ of course.  I purchased the tickets early that day online.  We waited and went a half hour before the movies started.  My partner in crime (aka MGB) and I decided to wait until a few minutes before the previews started to go in and get seats.  We go in and tehre is not ONE seat .  Now we have 3 tickets.  Not one seat.  My son is so upset at this point and we had to wait 1 hour before the next movie started.  This time we waited in line to go sit down so we got a seat first thing. 

I still have nightmares about that.

We see each other almost every day.  Say hi, yada, yada, yada.  Nothing serious.  We've both moved on.  We're not jumping on that roller coaster.  He works on Wednesday up by my apartment complex.  I was having problems with my central air.  I really couldn't call maintenance because I have a cat and it's a No Pet policy.  I asked to come over and check it out.  It turns out that my love seat was too close to one of the vents and the air circulation wasn't working properly.  He hung out a little bit and then he left. 

He's been asking me to stop by his place because his computer isn't working properly.  Well, actually his internet connection.  I told him to call me.  He has some issues with keeping appointments - one of our issues.  I figured I wasn't going to make plans with him and have him call me 1/2 before and say he was tied up.  Been there, done that.  So I tell him to call me when he's free and if I'm free, I'll drop by.  It seems like he wants to nail me down for a time so we agreed to Sunday.  I told him to call me. 

Last night after much channel hopping (see previous post), he calls.  He forgot he has to work on Sunday and he was wondering if I could stop past early in the evening instead of during the day.  (Boy, this is sounding familiar!)  It really doesn't matter to me and again I told him to call me when he's ready.  If I'm able to come over, I will.  Then we talked for a bit and his phone started to die so we hung up.

Don't you know he calls me back around 12?  I'm wondering what the heck is up.  He wants to know how my apartment feels.  Why?  I don't know what's going on.  We talk for a bit.  My dad had just come home from work (my dad moved in with me last month) and I said I was going to run out this all night place to pick up a cheese steak.  He wants me to scoop him up on the way cuz he's kind of hungry too. 

I pick him up and we get some steaks, hang out, watch a movie, then I go home.  Men.  I don't understand them.  They don't know what they want.  Or they do, then the mess it up.  It's like they don't know what they want until you're gone.  This was the basis of our whole relationship. 

For today, I think DJ and I are going to hit the supermarket.  I need some tomatos.  I LOVE tomatos.  I really LOVE tomatos.  Plus, I want to pick up a couple things.  I've been lazy this week for dinner.  We've been eating sandwiches every night for dinner.  I think I'm going to cook a meatloaf tomorrow night.  Then I can have some leftovers for lunch next week. 

As I'm typing, I'm sitting here watching The Ring.  One of my all-time favorite moves.  I've seen this movie so many times.  I still remember the time I went to see it at the movies.  Me and my best girl went.  I forget what we originally were going to see but it was sold out.  She says let's see the The Ring.  She told me it was about a videotape that kills people.  I was like great, another stupid ass horror movie. 

A little background.  I love horror movies.  Love them.  Her and I have spent years and countless hours asking people what their scariest movie they ever seen and then renting it.  It was always a letdown-for the both of us.  We've been looking for a scary movie forever and it's just not out there.

We buy tickets for The Ring.  We sat there scared shitless.  Grabbing each other, scratching each other.  After the movie was over we just looked at each other.  We then go to an all night diner because we were both too freaked out to go home in the dark.  This movie creeped me out for weeks after I first saw it.  I was so into this flick, I went on Ebay.  Purchased all three Japanese versions and the Korean version.  If you liked the Ring, I'd suggest you'd look these up.  My favorite, of course, is still the American version. 

Wow, this was one helluva week.  I'm so glad it's the weekend.  I'm sitting here and, of course, there is nothing on TV.  I have 80+ channels and nothing is on.  How sad is that? 

Last night, DJ and I were just hanging out, killing time until it was time for him to go to bed.  His biggest worry in life is whether or not he gets to watch a tape over the weekend :)  He's been asking me all week if he can watch a tape tonight.  I keep giving him my same answer, “If you're a good boy...”.  Last night he was getting ready for bed and he says, “Mom, I'll give you a dollar if you let me watch a tape tomorrow night.”  I started cracking up.  I can't believe how he's wheeling and dealing.  After I was done laughing, I told him we would see.  I can see the wheels turning in his brain.  Then he says, “Mom, how about I give you a hundred dollars?  Can I watch a tape then?”  I lost it.  I was laughing so hard and he just keeps saying to me, “What's so funny?” 

Today when I picked him up from the bus stop, he asks me where we're going.  I told him I'm not telling him.  Of course he asks the whole ride, over and over and over and over again.  I was going to take him to Hollywood Video so he could rent a movie.  That's his new big thing.  He has dozens of movies here, but my father got him his very own rental card and now he thinks he's “the man.”  Of course he knows the way to Hollywood Video and he's getting all excited.  “Oooh, are we going to Movie Hollywood, Mom?  Ooooh, I know we are.”  Of course I stop at Wawa first to throw him off the track :)  I'm so evil lol. 

He rented some Mickey Mouse flick and I picked up Love Actually.  Of course it wasn't as good as I thought it was going to be.  I was just sitting here thinking about how Sweet Home Alabama was on tonight on cable and I decided to watch the movie I rented instead.  I had wished I had watched Sweet Home Alabama again because it was a cute movie and I'm a big Reese fan.  So I'm bummed because by now Sweet has ended and Love Actually was a let down.  Then I realize I own Sweet Home Alabama on dvd.  Go me!

I'm a major movie buff.  I swear I buy movies every week.  This is the first week I've rented a movie in years.  Hollywood has this big sale on their VHS and DVD's all the time.  Last week I picked up Good Boy, The Order, Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, and Gothika.  I almost purchased more today but I really need to control myself :)

Scott and Lucy:  Thanks for the nice words.  They are much appreciated!

I'm single right now.  I've been single for about 5 months.  I don't like being single but then again I don't like being in a relationship.  So I figure I'll just chill out until I actually figure out what I want.  Yes, this is leading somewhere:)  I just moved into my apartment complex about 8 months ago.  Many attractive men around here.  I still have no clue whether or not they are single or not.  I'm driving up one day to pick up my son from the bus stop.  I stop because my trash falls off the trunk of the car (I put trash on top of my trunk to take to the dumpster).  There's this man walking by and he's trying to talk to me.  I'm thinking I'd like to stay and talk to you but I have to get my little boy.  He asks for my number.  Of course I give him the cell.

Then he starts calling me.  He doesn't have much to say.  He just wants to hang out.  I'm trying to explain to him that he can't come over to my house because I don't play that.  I live in Philly.  Crazy shit happens.  I don't let any guy I don't know come over and hang out.  Anyway, his cell is a PIECE OF CRAP.  Either he can't hear me or I can't understand a word he's saying because of static.  I tell him, “you're breaking up.“  He's telling me he's not. 

I finally agreed to let him come over and hang out on my steps one night.  My son had alot of homework that night and it was getting late.  I tried calling to tell him I had to reschedule.  Someone else answered the phone.  I left a message.  Then I put my son to bed around 7.  I wake up because my buzzer keeps sounding.  I'm thinking who the heck is that???  Why don't they leave my buzzer alone?  I finally go and answer and it's this guy.  He's like can I come in?  I'm like I'm sleeping.  He said how about for like 5 minutes?  Do I have stupid on my forehead.  I said no and hung up the intercom.  He kept ringing my damned doorbell.  That was it for me.  Btw, he was 2 hours late.  And I never gave him my address.  How did he know where I lived?   

I told him I was no longer interested.  Blah blah blah.  Of course he still called.  He would call like 5x a day.  Honestly.  I don't even know this man.  I'm not all that.  lol. 

My point of this long, drawn out post was that he called me again today.  My cell rang.  I answered, “Hello.“  Caller says, “Hello“, I say, “Hello“, Caller says, “Hello“, I say, “HELLO“, Caller says, “Hello.“  I hung up.  I realized the 2nd time he said hello it was him.  Learn phone etiquette, get some manners.  I don't have time for this.  Does he think he's that special that I remembered his voice?  Well, I did, but that's besides the point.  That's only because he has an accent and most people would call my home number before my cell. 

Almost every guy I ever dated was an idiot.  The last one wasn't too bad.  I call him Mr. Big:)  No, he's not the one I'll never forget or anything like that.  My dad christened him that.  Now it sticks.  But all the rest....  Doesn't say much for my instincts.  Hence, single status.