One of 'Those' Days

Today was one of THOSE days. One of those days where just about everything didn't go as planned. Here are a few examples.

I ran into a convenience store to pick up a few things. I grabbed a ten dollar bill out of my purse, figuring I would have plenty to pay for my items. Seemed reasonable to not take my entire wallet. Until I heard the total: $10.04. And no, they didn't have one of those "Need a penny" bowls at the counter. So, I made a mad dash back to my car, making friends (NOT) with the people in line behind me.

I ran into Walgreens to buy a birthday card for a friend at work. At work, I signed the card, and for some dumb reason, put it in my purse. While driving home that day, I glanced down and noticed the card STILL IN MY PURSE on 465. I guess it's the thought that counts.

Finally, tonight I made tacos for dinner. Sounds easy, right? Done it a million times. Except, I forgot to set the timer, and...

...burnt the shells.

I'm dialing Pizza Hut now.

I'm Getting Old

I've never been one to worry about my age. I turned another year older last month. No big deal, but I don't like what goes along with it.

My body is falling apart.

I woke up this morning and couldn't hear out of my right ear. That's weird for me, being in a business where we wear headphones every day. I hear myself differently now.

Ever since I started running a few years ago, my left ankle began to swell, and it has never gone back to normal. Probably because I have flat feet. I've gotten the good running shoes and still no improvement. Now, I'm feeling needle-like pains in the same ankle, which means I'll be making a trip to the doctor.

My eyesight, which has always been good, isn't so good anymore. I often squint when looking at the computer, and there's a reason I'm sitting closer to the screen. Is it too close if I bump my nose when I look down at the keyboard?

I don't care about the number of birthdays. But, why don't we come with warranties?

Out of the Mouths of Babes

I haven't felt like eating a lot lately. Mom suggests to at least "drink a milkshake" instead of skipping meals. So, I took her advice yesterday.

With Griff in the backseat, I order my milkshake at the drive-thru. He says no thanks to getting one for himself. As we drive off, I thanked Griffin for being patient and coming with me to get my shake. He responds...

"No problem, Mom. I know how girls need their chocolate."

The Star Wars Prayer

I have a good friend in Georgia named Michelle. She seems to always have the right thing to say or do at times when I need it the most.

Her son, Jacob, and my son Griffin are quite fond of each other. In fact, Jacob is the first person Griffin ever e-mailed. At the age of 6, he wrote his first letter to Jacob on the computer.

My sisters, mother, and I are taking things a day at a time since my father passed away 5 weeks ago. Most days are tough. Other days are tougher.

Last night, I logged on to my computer and scrolled through pictures of Dad, remembering all of the good times. When I checked my e-mail, Michelle had sent me one explaining that Jacob had just said his nightly prayers, including...

"And God, please pray for Griffin...and let the force be with him."

I like it so much, I may just start putting that at the end of my own. And let the force be with you.

Otis and Einstein

My 7-year-old is very comical.

His funny remarks have kept me going over the past few weeks.

Labor Day weekend was no different. I had promised Griff I would set him up on the computer so he could play a game. He evidently thought I was taking too long, and said, "C'mon, Otis, let's go play that game."

OTIS?

I asked him where he heard that, and he told me it "just came to him." Then, he grinned from ear to ear.

Later that night, I accidentally knocked his picture off of the wall in the hallway. Griff shouted, "Moooooooooooom, you just broke my picture." Since he was stating the obvious, I said, "I can see that, Einstein." And that's how our nicknames were born.

We get a kick out of calling each other our friendly aliases. Since then, Hayden has become "Elmer" and Greg is "Elvis."

Otis, Einstein, Elmer and Elvis. Sometimes you gotta laugh.

Where Were You?

Everyone remembers where they were when they heard the news of the terrorist attacks on 9-11. It became the title of Alan Jackson's song, "Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?" weeks later.

I remember.

I was on the air at the time. We saw the first plane, thinking it was a horrible accident. Then, during my newscast, I saw the second plane hit when I looked up at the tv monitor. We all knew then that life had forever changed.

After an extended-hour morning show broadcast, I left the station and drove to my parents home, where Mom was caring for 7-week-old Griffin. All morning, I had the urge to get to Griff and hug him. And there he was, being held in Mom's arms, with tears streaming down her cheeks. She had been watching the news footage.

I will never forget that image.

I also will never forget the voicemail a young newlywed left for her husband when she realized she was trapped in one of the Twin Towers. Or the desperate look on the faces of relatives searching for loved ones at Ground Zero.

Just as I remember my first childhood friend, my first date, and my first attempt to shave my legs (I shaved my arms, too...why?), I will always remember where I was on 9-11.

Keith Calls Jim, Deb, and Kevin!

New Daddy Keith Urban is taking a break from changing diapers to call his favorite morning show!

Tune in to WFMS Friday morning to hear Keith chat about his upcoming show at the new Lucas Oil Stadium and his CMA nominations! We also plan to ask Keith about his middle name, which is "Lionel." Who knew?

WARNING: Sexy accent could be a distraction from work.

Right Place at the Right Time

Today was a tough day. Just when I was feeling sad, I passed a truck that had a bumper sticker on the back. It read...

"Don't Tailgate Me Or I'll Flip a Booger On Your Windshield."

Enough said.