Danger, Danger, Will Robinson...yup, they sure 'nuf love me!

Earlier today I read an article about how great hula hooping is exercise-wise.  Made me crave it super big time.  Tonight after a thorough homework nag session with the little guy, I went outside and got my favorite hula hoop...the pink and black one with skulls and crossbones...I seriously love it!  I started hooping and did one left hand above-the-head trick and was immediately admonished.

"No tricks, mom!!" little guy yelled at me.

Theory is that I got my blood clot from crazy, radical, obsessive-compulsive hula hoop practicing, right hand over-my-head, specifically.

"I'm using my left hand, babe."  Surely that would excuse my behavior, right?

"You don't want to have a clot on that side, too, do you?"  Little guy is sounding like the adult in this situation for sure.

So I stick to doing it at my waist.  Still super groovy fun.

Dave walks in, "No hula hooping!"

Gee...

"I'm allowed to do this."  It's true, the doctor told me I could!  So there!

I get a little wacky, dare devil vibe and let the hoop go down to my knees, and I'm workin' it.

"You don't want to get a knee clot, do you?"  Dave points out.


OK, OK, I get it.  My family LOVES me!!

But I can't help but picture Robby the Robot, arms all a wagglin'.  "Danger, Danger..."

Symmetry is WAY Overrated

I was sitting at the table this morning.  Little guy was eating his bagel and I was making my daily mad attempt to contain my big Texas hair.  I had the left side in a loose knot bun and the right side in a braid.


Little guy:  "Mom, your hair's not the same on both sides."

Me:  Yeah, I'm gonna braid the other side, too.  You may have to tell me stuff like this when I get older and I end up going out looking like this."

Little guy:  "That'd be funny."

Me:  "You could walk with me and explain that I'm your crazy mom."

Little guy:  "No way...I'd walk behind you and ask, 'Who's the crazy lady?'"


Good to know he's got a plan.

Dave's grandma's monkey and my childhood owl nightlight...

they're kitchen shelf besties.

Boom, Boom, Fire Power!

So it's possible that I'm a little jumpy.  Tonight I was in the kitchen making chocolate chip cookies for my little guy's winter band concert reception.  Little guys says, "Hey mom, it's one of those things."  I hear a "BOOM!" and see a yellow/orange flickering outside of the front window.

"There's a fire outside...a fire outside!!!" I yell.

Dave and little guy run over and look out the window.

"It's a utility truck," one of them says.

"Oh..." I say turning my attention back to my cookies, being sure to make no eye contact.

"Fail," little guy puts me in my place.

In my defense, the "BOOM!" was real.  One of our dogs bumped into the wall or a cupboard, or something.  OK, so it wasn't a "BOOM!" rather more of a "boom."  And those yellow/orange flashing lights totally looked like a flickering fire would through condensation-covered windows.  And our transformer thingie on the pole outside HAS exploded in flames before.

So...perhaps not a total "fail"...right?

When you assume...

Tested our couch's strength again tonight.  Dave and the boys were huddled together on the couch and mom (that's me!) was called over.  Little guy scooted over about 6 inches...that was supposed to be my spot.

Me:  "I think you've made a seriously wrong assumption about the size of my a**, kiddo."

Dave:  "Shouldn't that be a**umption?"  (kids roll eyes)

I leap into the space and said a** only fits about half way.  Fine by me, all the more snuggly, right?

Dave and little guy start singing the "I love you" song from Barney, big guy runs off (he must've had something pressing to do...couldn't possibly be that there was too much love in the air, could it?). 

Date Night

Ya know what's cool about having kids who are 13 and 16?  I'll tell ya...you get to go out on TONS of dates with your husband.  And is romance alive?  You betcha!  Here's how it went:

We started with a lively debate about whether men's wrestling outfits are a good idea or not.  Dave is pro, I'm not a fan.  He's threatening to get one.  Perhaps he thinks me getting the chance to see him rockin' one of those things will swing my vote.  I'm skeptical. 

Game of Rummy 500 at the coffee shop.  He lead throughout the first three quarters of the game and then I turn it around and royally stomp him.  He was not amused.  Highlight of the game?  Israel "IZ" Kaʻanoʻi Kamakawiwoʻole was singing "Over the Rainbow" on the stereo.  We're just sitting there holding our cards and playing, swaying slightly to the music, and we both pipe up at the exact same moment and start singing along.  Dorks!  Awesome.

After I skunked him at cards, we kept the romance going by making a trip to Walgreen's.  I'm sure you're assuming we were getting supplies for the boudoir, right?  Well, you have no idea just how HOT allergy meds, blood thinners, and new reading glasses can be.  You should give it a try.

Yup, date nights rock!!!  I'm seriously one very lucky lady!  Love you, Dave!

That's Entertainment!

Sometimes you get stuck in those circular conversations where there is simply no end, no closure, no resolution...this just happened to me.


Me:  "Why is it fun to fart on me?"  (Yes, I was just backed into and farted upon.)

Little guy:  "Because it's entertaining."

Me:  "Why is it entertaining?"

Little guy:  "Because it's fun."


Second verse, same as the first....

Ya can't eat just one...

When I got home from work today I remembered something I'd done this morning and didn't take to completion.  OK, here's what happened.  First thing this morning I trudged into the kitchen to let the dogs out and to turn on my water for tea making.  Little guy had left a bowl of uneaten chips (yes, this mom is all about nutritious snacks) by the sink.  There was a cockroach right in the middle of the bowl munching, munching, munching.  I thought for a moment and came up with a brilliant plan.  I reached over the bowl, all sneaky-like so as not to send the roach a scurrying, and grabbed a small plate out of the cupboard.  I gently placed the plate on top of the bowl, trapping that little bugger.  As part of my cockroach capture and release program, my plan was to wait till after I bathed and dressed and then toss the contents of the bowl in the front yard.  What actually happened was that I totally forgot about that trapped creature and rode my bike off to work, leaving it on the counter for someone else to discover.  That someone was Dave.  I only asked him if he found it, I didn't go any further.  Figured I'd just be asking for admonishment and a tale of the roach's demise...I'm quite sure Dave's not a fan of my insect capture/release program.  Oh well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?

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