Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Dumbest thing I've ever heard
Dear Prudence:
I did something recently that concerns me on many levels. I am under a large amount of stress because I'm in an unhappy marriage (which we're trying to work out) and because my company laid me off. I am under treatment for depression. A week ago, my doctor doubled the dosage of my antidepressant and, because I'm not sleeping well, he prescribed Ambien. On Saturday morning, I confused the vials and took two Ambien. I told my wife what happened and that I would probably sleep all day and went to bed. At around 10 p.m., my wife commented on how productive I had been: mowing the lawn, cleaning up, grocery shopping. I remembered none of this and said so. She said her only concern was that I left for "errands" and returned two hours later with nothing in hand. I talked to my doctor Monday, and he told me Ambien can cause amnesia and that some people have reported walking, driving, and cooking in their sleep. I know now what filled the missing two hours. This afternoon, I got a call from a woman who called me "lover" and asked when I wanted to come back. She called me her f--k buddy. This is a woman I had talked to only twice before in social situations. I do not even know where she lives; maybe I phoned her for directions. I do find her attractive, but I am stunned that I did something like this. My wife is vindictive, and if I say anything to her, it will end our marriage. I do not want to continue a relationship with the other woman. What should I do?
—Scared Sleepless
Dear Scared,
It's hard to believe that the pharmaceutical industry has already solved two of our most vexing problems: How to get men to do weekend chores, and how to induce attractive strangers to have sex with you while being able to swear that you haven't cheated. If this gets around, soon we'll be living in a world where people are gobbling Ambien out of Pez containers. Driving, eating, even trying to cast congressional votes while under the influence of Ambien are all well-documented. Scroll around the Internet and you will also find individual accounts of Ambien-fueled sex—which the nondrugged participants claim is more creative and uninhibited than when their partner is awake. However good you may have been in bed, you need to keep the other woman from contacting you and asking for further services. Call her and try to explain. Tell her that, as hard as it is to believe, you have recently been prescribed several medications, you accidentally mixed them up, and as a result you have no memory of the events of the weekend. Say you're very sorry if you behaved irresponsibly but that you can't be in touch with her. Don't ask for details—you want to preserve your amnesiac deniability. And since you don't know what you did, you're hardly in a position to confess anything to your wife. From now on, when you have trouble drifting off, forget the Ambien and brew yourself a nice cup of chamomile tea.
—Prudie
I could never be hired to give advise for Dear Prudie. Because I would tell the wife to give her husband some Ambien, take some herself and then throw him and all of his stuff out of a 2nd story window.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Happy 5th Birthday JP!
There were fajitas and a Sponge Bob cake. I can't think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Audrey enjoyed playing with my friend Staci quite a bit.
Giving Staci the baby fever.
Colin and Sonny.
The birthday boy and Sonny.
JP opening his gifts.
Audrey and Daddy.
Neile cutting the Sponge Bob cake.
The boys being patient.
Quite the talented mother, lighting the candle and taking a pic at the same time.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Belly
Crawling...or at least something a lot like it.
So I sat her several feet from me and made some of her toys make noise. For about 2 minutes of this clip she just stares at me like "Seriously Mom? You're just going to play with my toys and not bring me any?" Then around the 3 minute mark she starts to make her way across, looking like a wounded monkey. But she's getting better by the hour and it's coming together. She's refining her craft.
She has wasted no time using this new trick to get into everything. I thought she'd give me a little more of a heads up and time to put things away. So I had to stick her in her high chair with her beloved Cheerios while I scampered to get things out of her reach, in the living room at least. We have all the baby proofing things, Barker just hasn't done it yet. So he's headed home to take care of it now. And in the mean time she is discovering all kinds of new things.
Motivation to put the laundry away
Monday, April 20, 2009
Ducks love Cheerios
I forgot my camera but Rebekah was nice enough to snap a few. I'm always quite impressed with her skills.

Audrey likes to man handle poor Henry. But always the perfect gentleman, he just takes the abuse. I hope they get married one day so we can use this picture to illustrate who wears the pants in this relationship.
Brides Brides Everywhere
We had a nice time at both and it was great to see all of our friends and celebrate the two marriages.

Stuck
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Busy Bee
(Don't blame me for her being dressed like Jimmy Buffet, Dad bought it)
Monday, April 13, 2009
My honey bunny's 1st Easter
By the time Audrey woke up from her nap the boys were already far too sugared up to even notice we had arrived. And I think at 9 1/2 Hunter is getting too old to hug me. Sniffle, tear =(
