It's A Twenty-ouncer Morning!

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Before you go filling my head with all your nice little comments on how I am NOT a moron ... you may want to read this:

I went to the gas station at lunch time to fill the gas tank up, which was below empty. I put that metal piece on the gas nozzle down so it would fill without me holding onto the handle, then I went into the gas station to get an energy drink. I looked at all the drinks, didn't like what I saw, started to walk out, when my eye caught a Ben and Jerry's ice cream bar. So I grabbed it, went to pay, and when I walked out of the store, I saw a fountain of gasoline spewing from my car's gas tank. And I do NOT mean a little trickle. It wadefinitelyly a fountain. The metal piece that holds the handle up didn't click off when the tank filled up.

So, basically, I paid for my 19 gallons of gas to fill a 15 gallon tank.

Nice.

I got into my car, hung my head and placed my hand to my forehead (just in case the video cameras were capturing me -- the moron -- and nervously started the car. I was so scared it would blow up, that I prayed ... "Lord, if it's my time to go, and this van's gonna blow ... make it fast and painless. InJesusnameamen." (I found myself saying the same prayer at the stop light.)
So you see? I have once again proven beyond a measure of doubt that I am indeed a moron.

(And, NO! I did not tell the attendant what I did, and I did not request a refund. I just got the H-E-doublehockeysticks out of there!)

How embarrassing! And, for the record... I'll hurt you if you tell anyone what I did. Pinky promise you won't, 'kay?

Hey -- if someone goes to that very same gas station, drops a cigarette butt, and it blows them up, can I be arrested for homicide? Just wondering!

Back to your regularly scheduled program...
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Yes, folks ... I've bumped up my usual 16-oz cup of Jo to 20-oz this morning. I'm hoping the extra 4-oz of caffeine will go a long way towards waking this moron up today!

Now, I'm pretty certain I know what's going through some of your minds...

Some of you might be thinking ... "4-0z? That's it? That's all? Psahw! Why bother?"

Other's might be thinking ... "Oh, GiBee, you are NOT a moron!" (Bless you)

And then, others might have thought... "Well, the first step to healing is admitting you have a problem... so now that you've admitted you're a moron, we can move on." (Clever. Where have you been all my life?)

And then, there are those who might be thinking ... "Yup. She called that right... she is a moron." (oh, aren't you funny!)

For those of you that have no thoughts at all, don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone.

So ... why am I limiting my self to an additional 4-oz of caffeine? Well, because while I want to wake up, I don't want to pee myself, and the bathroom is a long way off from my cube. Besides... I'll probably get a can of diet coke from the vending machine around 11-ish, adding another 12-oz of caffeine to my bladder.

And ... why am I a moron? Well... allow me to share. My son's 5th tooth finaly broke through this past Sunday (I think that's when it was)... And for the most part, he has been sleeping well through the night (except when sick)... Then ... last night during dinner, I got a good glimpse into his mouth and didn't see anything new popping through. But sure enough ... at 12:50 AM, the child woke up screaming like someone had cut his hand off. And he screamed for 2 and 1/2 hours straight. I gave him Tylenol. I rocked him. I soothed him. I sang to him. Finally ... out of desperation, my husband said, "should we try something on his gums?" And, being the all-knowing mother that I am (Ha!), I told him that I didn't think he was teething. But he insisted, so I told him to go and get the orajel AND Hyland's teething tablets.

Now, after almost three hours of solid screaming, a parent tends to worry as to what the cause is. He hasn't pooped in a full 24 hours, so maybe we inadvertently left a plug in his bum. But I really don't think that was the case. I had just changed his diaper, so it wasn't that. I had fed him a bottle, so he wasn't hungry. So, to appease my husband, I opened the bottle of Hylands poured out 4 or 5 tablets, and began feeding them to my screaming child. Then, I handed Hunter the closed Hylands bottle, got some orajel and slathered it in any which direction in his mouth. And wouldn't you know it ... as soon as that child got the Hylands bottle in his hand and started shaking those little tablets around he quieted down. And within 15 minutes he was back asleep.

Evidently, a tooth can hurt even though it hasn't bubbled the gum yet. And it can hurt a lot.

So, yes. I am a moron. You would have thought that teething would have crossed my mind FIRST. At 12:52 AM ... not 2:30 AM.

On another note ... is anyone planning on seeing Snakes On A Plane this weekend? I'm not big on scary movies or movies filled with suspense, but there is so much hype and talk about this movie that my curiosity is getting the better of me! Joel Siegel gave it a great review today on Good Morning America, and I could use a good scare. The only down side is that there is a lot of foul language in the movie. Maybe I'll wait for it to come out on DVD.

And to wrap things up into a nice big package ... Heather is coming to my house tomorrow ... nany nany boo boo! Not only do I get to meet her, but her whole family, too! They will be performing at our church on Sunday morning. Wooo Hooo!