i don’t know what i’ve done
or if i like what i’ve begun
but something told me to run
and honey you know me it’s all or none
there were sounds in my head
little voices whispering
that i should go and this should end
oh and i found myself listening
‘cos i dont know who i am, who i am without you
all i know is that i should
and i don’t know if i could stand another hand upon you
all i know is that i should
‘cos she will love you more than i could
she who dares to stand where i stood
see i thought love was black and white
that it was wrong or it was right
but you ain’t leaving without a fight
and i think i am just as torn inside
‘cos i dont know who i am, who i am without you
all i know is that i should
and i don’t know if i could stand another hand upon you
all i know is that i should
‘cos she will love you more than i could
she who dares to stand where i stood
and i won’t be far from where you are if ever you should call
you meant more to me than anyone i ever loved at all
but you taught me how to trust myself and so i say to you
this is what i have to do
‘cos i dont know who i am, who i am without you
all i know is that i should
and i don’t know if i could stand another hand upon you
all i know is that i should
‘cos she will love you more than i could
she who dares to stand where i stood
oh, she who dares to stand where i stood
incoming call #1
hello?
hi danyelle, are you home?
no, not yet. why?
there’s a fire in the community.
what?
it looks like it is coming from the back corner.
seriously?
by your place.
omg. i’ll call you back.
outgoing call #1
michelle, it’s d. is my house on fire?
um. no.
are you sure? do you see anything?
[goes outside] no. no fire. oh, wait, i hear sirens.
but it’s not my place?
no.
ok. bye.
incoming text # 1
hey. there’s a fire in your complex. but, you should know that it isn’t your place, your sis’ or the sitters.
outgoing call #2
hi. did you call again?
yes, i just wanted to apologize for scaring you.
ha. thanks.
fire is scary and sad. no likey. especially when it’s so close to home. in this case, it was only a few streets away.
oh and the electric company (nationwide energy partners) that didn’t respond for over an hour - SHAME ON YOU!!! and the builder who put all of the electrical crap in one space (much like they are at my condo) - SUPER SHAME ON YOU… but we all already know how i feel about lifestyle anyway.
once, for family portraits, we all dressed in ohio state buckeye gear (go bucks!!!). it was a cute thought and m’s idea and since he really never cared about much, i figured if he requested matching outfits for photos, he must’ve really wanted to look purposely dorky related. so, i obliged, and we all went on our scarlet and grey way.
afterwards, we went for dinner and i felt a bunch of glaring. it’s the same way i glare at people when they’re weird and wear matchy matchy stuff. i don’t like it. much the same way that i would never dress my kids (if i had more than 1) in matching outfits (not that it isn’t cute b/c it is almost always invariably very cute). i am, however, 100% against adults dressing alike. it’s just plain weird.
BUT… mommy and silly monkey matching shoes… i totally support!
ps. converse all-stars are rad.
pps. chase wears a converse kids 8, i wear a converse adult 4 1/2. you know, just in case you totally want to send us some.
** post title = carrie bradshaw, sex and the city, a woman’s right to shoes
there should be a class on potty training. not for parents. for kids. and it should take 8 hours and at the end of the 8 hours, the kid should be 100% potty trained. there should be a refund if it doesn’t work. similar to training for dogs b/c let’s face it, kids are kinda like dogs.
i am seriously failing miserably at potty training. while silly monkey boy will sit on the toilet, i have to bribe him - albeit stickers and gummy worms are cheap, they’re still bribes - to TRY. i always said i would potty train when HE was ready, not when i was ready b/c seriously if this is how it’s going to be i will never be ready. and after several months of doing this, i’m pretty sure he’s not exactly ready considering he usually tells me no when i offer to LET him use the potty.
a friend of mine told me to put a ping pong ball in the toilet and have him aim at it. she swore it wouldn’t flush. apparently, i have some super toilets b/c the first try, it flushed. the boy & i looked at each other dumbfounded. he asked to try again and we did, though this time without flushing so now i have to fish the damn thing out after every TRY.
we’re working on colors. silly monkey boy has his numbers down pretty well (other than skipping 1 and saying 2 and/or 4 a couple of extra times, but seriously, who’s counting… wait, what?), so we’ve moved on to brighter things. our typical conversation…
d: chase, what color is this?
c: green
d: no, not green. what color is this?
c: what color is this?
d: what color is this?
c: green!!!
d: that’s right, it is green!
c: blue!!!!
d: nope, you were right the first time. green.
d: can you tell me what color this is?
c: orange.
d: excellent!
c: excellent!
d: is this orange?
c: no. that’s orange.
d: nope, not orange. what color is this?
c: orange.
d: is this red?
c: not red. that’s orange.
d: hmmmm
d: what color is this?
c: what color is this?
d: hey monkey, what color is this?
c: what color is this?
d: ok, we’re done.
up until today, he’d only occasionally get the color right. up until today, he would just guess or repeat the question. up until today, everything had a color, he just decided he would rename the rainbow. up until today, almost everything was orange. BUT, today, he got every color correct (except red, which he’s still adamant about - it’s orange).
i’m proud of my monkey. i’m very proud of my silly, silly pees in the shower not the toilet monkey.
girly girls like pink and purple. girly girls wear dresses to the grocery store. girly girls scream at the sight of spiders. girly girls match their shoes to their purses. and girly girls LOVE pretty boys.
mich and i went to see batman - the dark knight, last friday. it wasn’t a must see on my list, but i had seen the first one, so i wanted to see this one.
if i didn’t love christian bale before, i certainly do now. yum. heath ledger was amazing and certainly deserves at least one award nomination. i also laid eyes on the newest addition to my future husband list - aaron eckhart (yes, the perfect man from no reservations). from the first part of the film, anyway. all in all, i really enjoyed the men movie.
so, i guess i’m not so much of a girly girl. though i suppose it’s possible that i was swayed by a few beautiful men.
i have been looking for this cereal for a long, long time. my mom used to buy it when i was a kid and it’s always been my favorite. she even made these tasty cookies by crushing up some of these little “oh’s”.
for years, i couldn’t find it anywhere. that and i couldn’t remember what it was called, so i couldn’t search for it (and not that i would SEARCH for it b/c i mean seriously it’s just cereal right? right? yea).
anyway (and b/c this story is totally relevant and special), today, while perusing target, i spotted the signature yellow box. both, mich & i stopped dead in our tracks and said, literally, in unison - “OMG. do you remember that cereal? it was my favorite!” after looking at each other and laughing, i grabbed a box.
once, for family portraits, we all dressed in ohio state buckeye gear (go bucks!!!). it was a cute thought and m’s idea and since he really never cared about much, i figured if he requested matching outfits for photos, he must’ve really wanted to look purposely 
d: is this orange?
d: what color is this?
i have been looking for this cereal for a long, long time. my mom used to buy it when i was a kid and it’s always been my favorite. she even made these tasty cookies by crushing up some of these little “oh’s”.
