Just Heather

One of my biggest pet peeves is when people come through the exit of a fast food restaurant and then slide into the drive-thru lane like they didn’t just cut in front of you. Today I went to Wendy’s for the first time in quite awhile. Now I remember why—it’s not really faster!

Brenia yelled, “That’s an exit stupid-head!” so I should probably be more careful about how I react. It reminded me of the time I ran into another driving pet peeve when Stacia was 3. I was behind some idiot at a light. We end up going to the same store and my dear, sweet daughter yells across the parking lot, “Green means go, moron!”

Luckily, in both situations, the other party didn’t actually hear my children’s road rage.

Do we have anything we can put peanut butter on? ~Brenia

It’s no secret that the Colts are fairly beat up these days. I’m confused about how a bruise has kept Harrison out for 6 weeks. Someone’s not saying something, but that’s not our only problem. We’re out 2—and, sometimes, 3—deep in several positions. I think our inactive list is longer than our starting lineup at this point. However, no one’s talking about how that might affect our season.

I get the “next man up” concept Dungy pushes. Really, I do. However, when your next man up is the 4th string or some random rookie pulled from the practice squad, it’s going to start affecting your game. Everyone just keeps talking about how great the Patriots are, but no one is mentioning that we only lost by 4 while we were down about 11 players.

On the other hand, Vinatieri sucks 3 weeks running and suddenly it’s all about an injury. An injury I’d never even heard about until he missed his 4th field goal in a row. Not to mention the numerous extra points he’s missed this year. Okay, so it was 2, but he’s missed at least 2 field goals from extra point-range.

Poor little kicker. Can we please just send him back to New England now?!

I’m still swimming upstream, but in the interest of full disclosure I’ll work on getting this up-to-date.

  • Being sick sucks. The entire family had a stomach bug last week (which we so lovingly passed onto my hometown via my nephew). This week it’s a cold so bad I honestly thought it might lead to pneumonia. It seems to be clearing a bit, but I have been through about 2 boxes of tissues in as many days.
  • The armadillo my Girl Scout troop adored on our field trip died in a fire this weekend at the zoo. That makes me unbelievably sad.
  • Venatieri can go back to the Patriots now. That is all.
  • Except to say I just don’t see this great clutch kicker everyone talks about. Vanderjagt may be an arrogant smart ass, but I’d take him any day.
  • I’m working on arrangements to do a live segment on Black Friday. They want me much earlier than usual though, and I was planning to be at Target right about then.
  • The pacifier is officially gone. My goal was by age 2, which happened 10 days ago. Two days before her birthday, she went to bed without and hasn’t had it since. She asked about it nightly for awhile, but seems to be over it now. If only potty training were that easy.
  • I’m planning a Charlie & Lola Pink Milk Party for Brenia this year. It was supposed to be a Pirate/Princess Tea, but the stupid Birthday Express catalog came in the mail and she fell in love with the C&L crap.
  • The gluten free diet has been deemed an official success by the girls’ pediatrician. This time last year we were still in the testing stage and Lorelai weighed 14.4, falling in the 1 percentile. At her 2-year checkup she weighed nearly 26 pounds and falls right at the 50th percentile!
  • If anyone has ideas on how to teach organization and responsibility to a 4th grader, I’m all ears. After a month on the Spell Bowl team, winning Power Speller each week, we found out Stacia doesn’t actually get to compete this week. She is an alternate because she did not bother to turn in 3 50-point assignments. Oops.
  • Also, if you have ideas on organization for a busy mom, send them my way! We worked hard all weekend and I’m starting to get control of some things around here. However, I have yet to tackle the 50-gallon tub that holds my paperwork.