This morning I went in to check on the boys as they were waking up. Cooper had woken up and since he shares a room with Aiden I waned to get him out of the room before he woke Aiden up. If Aiden is woken up and doesn’t wake up on his own, we all pay for it the entire day. He’s the musician in the family. Oh, come on you all know it’s true.

So anyway, as I was walking out of the room Aiden started to look around and I patted him on the head to tell him to go back to sleep.  When my hand touched the side of Aiden’s head I felt a little bump deep in his hair that felt like something stuck in his hair.  Not wanting to wake him up, I just let it go until he woke up.

About an hour later, Aiden came into our room and I asked him if I could take a look at his head.  I started digging around in his curly hair and found the tiny bump that I had felt earlier.  I noticed it was a little brown thing that looked like a mole or something like that, but I knew he didn’t have anything like that on his head.  I’ve seen his head with no hair on it and it’s never been there before.  I started to realize that it looked more like a little creature and decided to pull it out.  I grabbed it with my fingernails and did the twist pull thing that they tell you to do with ticks and out it popped.  

A freaking tick on Aiden’s head!  I wanted to throw up, but I was holding this little tiny creature that was, just moments ago, was sucking blood from my three-year-olds skull.  I knew that these little guys are tough to kill so I pinched it between my thumb and middle finger nail.  As soon as I did that I felt a quick, light spray all over my face and looked at my fingers that were now covered in smooshed bug and child skull blood.  If I had eaten breakfast yet it would have been on the floor.  So gross.

I checked the rest of Aiden’s head, and Blue’s and Coopers.  They are all good to go now, but I haven’t stopped itching yet.  I have a new understanding for that lame country song about the ticks.  You know the one with the guy that plays amazing guitar, but sings lame lyrics.  Yeah that guy.

It’s been a long couple days. I haven’t been in a great mood. I’ve been distracted and annoyed at several things. I’ve been tired and my brain has been somewhere else. And most likely I haven’t been that fun to be around, but I have been thinking about a few things.

**A song was just played on The Grammy’s, where music awards are given away. Awards given away for what record label people and other folks here in America have decided are the best songs of the year. Do you know what song was just played in front of thousands and thousands of people at the Grammy’s where these awards are given away? Something about some idiot wanting to check a girl for ticks…. on the Grammy’s…. for ticks.

**I missed all the snow this year at home. I was gone every time it snowed. I love the snow, and wish I had been here for that. Maybe it will snow this week but I doubt it.

**If you felt you could, what would you say?

**I’m not sure what businesses are thinking, and I never noticed it in California but it has driven me nuts since we moved to Tennessee. Businesses, on a regular basis, leave one of their double doors to their business locked. Typically it’s the left door. The one someone would use if they were leaving the establishment. The one that causes awkwardness every time you slam into it in full stride, only to bounce backwards after hitting your face and spraining your wrist into the glass. Why do businesses do it? Don’t they want people to enter their business? Are they sending the message that they only want fifty percent of the customers that they can handle? Are they trying to make me look like an idiot every day?

**This is funny. I don’t care who you are.

**I think I’d eat at Baja Fresh more if it didn’t feel like a sterile hospital every time I walked in there. The lights are so bright and everything is white. Plus I’m not really keen on black and white checks.