Some of the readers of this blog may be unaware of my lifelong dream to be an FBI agent. When I was 16 and family friend (and retired Agent) "snuck"out an official FBI hat for me -- way before it was cool and the DC cart-vendors started selling them for $15. I wore that hat everywhere and loved the attention I got for it. But then life happened and while the dream never faded, just became unrealistic.
Why the walk down memory lane? Well, a former coworker of Zack's just started training at Quantico a few weeks ago. I am completely thrilled for her and, well... just alot, envious and jealous.
Today, I sent her a care-package of homemade muffins, cookies, cheesy tabloid mags, and two pictures. These pictures hopefully will give her a grin as they did for me.
"Something Special"
Recently, my dear son, Alexander, has whined and fussed about "doing something special" every flipping day. It is really wearing on me and driving me nuts. When I pick him up from school, he walks out to the hallway and starts to immediately fuss/whine if I don't have something special planned for lunch. When he goes to bed at night, he always asks me after the goodnight kiss -- "Mom, what's something special we can do tomorrow?" ENOUGH ALREADY!!!
Today after going to the "boring" YMCA and the post office (to mail the above mentioned care package), we drove by the stables where I take lessons. Being the super cool mom that I am, I decide to spontaneously stop by and see if the kids could pet a horse. Not only did I get the woman working there to rope a horse and bring her into the stable, but THEN I let the kids pet, brush, and give treats to the sweet old mare. Really, how cool is that for a 2 and 4 year old? So, cool.
As we went to hop in the car to leave, I asked Alexander: "So, was that the something special for the day?" He turned, looked up at me with his one eye squinting, smirked and said, " Yeszzz, Mommmmm."



