Monday, June 29, 2009
Me and two other PTA'ers are going to start walking together Mon., Wed. and Fri. mornings. They have been doing it for a few weeks...so I will have to build to their pace.
I'm excited for the exercise and for the lady talk.
Went to our next door neighbor's wedding last night. It was very sweet and the reception was great. Yummy food and who doesn't like to sit around and bust on the tipsy people dancing? You think you can read a person....but let the dj play a fast paced dance tune and the predetermined image is blown right out the window.
conservative, polyester pantsuit
hair in a bun...high and tight
sitting with hubby in the corner.
Then the dj starts up Shania Twain's "Man! I Feel Like a Woman"
Oh my goodness.
Strutting, spinning, pelvic thrusts, wiggles, arms in the air, eyes closed, lips puckered.
What a hoot!!!
Friday, June 26, 2009
I don't remember learning anything about Asia in school except for the Korean War and Cambodia.
Going to the beach with my 90lb, 4foot Filipino friend Arlene, makes me feel like I'm in an episode of Rob and Big.
I almost prairie-dogged diarrhea. That would not have been good.
He's happy for any excuse that let's him touch himself.
My kids aren't getting in the bathtub for the rest of the summer.
Hey Kaden...will you kill those birds for me?
I wish Elmo would push that baby down.
We are going to have a meeting and talk about backyard procedures.No matter what happens in the news...Rev. Jessie Jackson is on tv talking about it.
You are cutting my hair with clippers that aren't even on.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Back and forth...back and forth...back and forth.
That's been my week.
From our house to ODU.
Soccer camp is in full effect and Ben and his friends can't get enough.
They go all day, come home from two hours and then head back for more at night.
Sixteen hours in two days so far.
Can you imagine having that much energy?
I need a nap just being a spectator.
Am I complaining...no.
The alternative is a house full of bored ten yr. olds, and nobody wants that.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Why is it when your children become teenagers they feel the need to treat you like crap?
Attitude, snippy little comments and an overall aura of superiority.
I am not a moron.
You are not my boss.
And if you roll your eyes at me again I will unleash all my "wisdom" on you like you will not believe.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Almost crashed my car into a light pole this morning.
Running out to get the boys a biscuit (bogo coupon from MickeyD's).
Going *ahem* around 45ish down the highway.
Crossing through a lighted intersection when...whoosh...a car going the opposite way turns across me.
No time to brake....at all.
I channeled my inner Earnhardt and did the craziest moves I had ever seen off track.
ERRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....Avoided car, avoided light pole, avoided flip (all the time maintaining my speed).....and then drove on...unscathed and undeterred on my free biscuit mission.
My heart is still beating a mile a minute.
The rest of the way home I think I maintained 15mpr...tops.
That kind of a close call will keep you in check for a good while.
Any of you had close calls like that?
Any of you have an accident story to tell?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Nick's party went off without a hitch. Katy and I spied out the windows and even ventured out to grab a hamburger and smoothie. There were girls there....EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! In bikinis...oh my. And the boys didn't seem to be acting like doofuses.
We were very impressed as we were excluded from any of the pre-party planning, setting up, cooking or cleanup. Nick handled everything and we just provided the financial aid.
Swimming, grilling, smoothies, basketball and what teenagers do best....chilling and talking. It went on until 11:00pm and then Nick came in all smiles and hit the hay.
Apparently being popular is exhausting.
I have been forbidden from posting pictures...sorry.
Friday, June 12, 2009
It's the first day of summer vacation.
We slept in.
Ate a good breakfast (biscuits and fruit).
Now heading out to the pool to read while the boys (Ben and two friends) swim the day away.
Nick, my highschooler, is still sleeping. The way any self respecting teenager should.
He was the only one who would stop me from going to the grocery store late at night.
I would start my car and he would run out and bar me from leaving. "It's too late...it's dangerous", he would plead.
That was nice.
Now people would send me out at any hour, for anything they needed.
Late? Whatever....just get me my soda.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I was so proud of Ben this morning.
He was recognized four times in the 4th grade honors ceremony.
Honor roll all year
Accelerated reader 100 point club award
and the most exciting was the Citizen of the Year award for his class.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
I did not want to get up this morning.
Could have had something to do with me being up till 2:00 washing clothes?
I just couldn't pull myself away from all the fun we had this weekend to wash.
So I had to wash a few hundred tubs so the boys would have something to wear to school today.
I am so ready for school to be over! They get out Thursday at noon. Until then they have exams to study for, field day, parties, recognition ceremonies, etc. And pretty much all of it...I am involved in. See why I need school to be over? I need a break too.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
I decided to make Chris some brownies on Friday.
From scratch...which was a first.
He had hinted the night before that he would really love a brownie and I wanted to surprise him.
I gathered all the ingredients and set them out on the counter.
I tried to get the cocoa powder, but it was too high in the cabinet.
I grabbed a big spoon and did my short girl, pinata move. That's how I usually get things from the top shelf. Swat and swing till it gets knocked within my grasp.
Well, I hit too hard and the cocoa powder flew down and hit the counter.
It open and poofed all over the kitchen. It was a huge mess.
I cleaned it up, which took forever, and made the brownies.
They were from an old church cookbook recipe.
When I pulled them out of the oven it was a chocolate cake.
What the heck?
The recipe said Texas brownies....but there was nothing brownie about it.
Everyone loved it, especially with the fudgy icing. But I had really wanted a brownie.
Later that evening Katy remarked about something all over my back.
It was cocoa powder. good grief.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
A shiny, silver Mercedes E Class Coupe ....with three bags of pork rinds sitting in the back window.
A new, black BMW 650 convertible....driven by a woman wearing a confederate flag ball cap.
*I saw both of these freakish wonders on the way home today*
I need to clean today.
I am not in the mood.
I think I will put on a pretty shirt (dry clean only) so I will have to avoid it until tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
"Mom, can I just stay home from school...we aren't doing anything?"
This is the question I have heard from both boys...every morning...for over a week.
They both have summer-itis...bad.
Only 7 more school days left. The last is even a half day. So I think they can make it.
Yesterday I attended a tea party.
It was for MOPS and they do it at the end of every year (MOPS is from Sept. to May).
I forgot my camera and I am so mad at myself for that.
I had a good time and was even full when leaving.
I say that because Katy and I were looking at the online menu and commenting that we will have to grab a bite to eat after we leave the tea. Tiny sandwiches and tea bread just didn't seem very satisfying. But they were and delicious too. Twenty something ladies showed up and we had a blast. Talking (loudly) and laughing (even more loudly) for two hours. We only left one broken tea cup and some stained table cloths in our wake.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
I saw a red balloon dancing down Battlefield Blvd this afternoon.
Low to the ground. Bouncing, spinning over the bridge.
Tucked close to the guard rail, whooshed away from the traffic.
I was thinking that it was a good life for a balloon.
She was careful enough not to get popped, but still free to float wherever the breeze blows her.
Bouncing along...slowly shrinking, yes...but still free.
That's better than popping...right.
I would rather deflate leisurely than pop.