Have a "look" around mine, and then go visit the other blogger's pages. There's always something fun, sentimental, or better yet, embarrassing going on. It's like your house, only we're admitting to the craziness. You have our permission. Get in there!
A., the eldest (daughter, 19)
C., The middle (son, 15)
J., The youngest (son, 8)
Our dogs: Lila and Henry
Why aren't we billionaires?: (convos from the living room)
C. : "You know you're grown up when ring pops won't fit on your finger. Where's a candy key chain when you need it?"
***J. : "I think there should be a sport called 'Dance-ketball'. You could hip-hop to the hoop!"
Me: "You know how to hip-hop?"
J. : Well, I would fancy-dance with a partner. That way I could get double the points."
***Me: (about fire safety) "We need a tube slide to go from your bedroom to the back yard."
A big old collective "No!"
Me: "Why not? How fun would that be?"
A. : "First of all, the cold would get in."
C. : "Second, Hobos and raccoons might come in."
Me: "UP a slide?"
J. : "Plus, during a fire we shouldn't be thinking of fun things like going down a slide."
Me: (to the man after shopping with my friend at a resale shop) "Guess what? I found a table to redo. It was 80% off! Isn't that wonderful?"
The man: "That depends on what it originally sold for. Should I guess?"
Me: "Nope. Just help me bring it in..."
***Me: "Hey Honey? Your sister (from Germany) is coming over tomorrow. Don't you think we should mow the backyard?
C. : "Don't do it, Dad. She's from Munich. How does she know whether or not small trees grow out of fire pits and cement cracks?"
Direct TV came out with a channel solely dedicated to dogs. It's intended as a bit of a babysitter while people are at work. The husband wasn't convinced at the $4.99 a month price.
I send this pic to everyone I know:
Lila watching Dog TV!!
Me.: "It works! Lila loves Dog TV. We have to get it!"
Two days later I receive these pics from the man:
Lila watching CNN!
Lila watching Food Network. It's a Christmas Miracle!
After the urging of many girlfriends and family members, I'm posting a photo of my newest baby. Her name is "Sophia". The man says that it's the ugliest car he's ever seen. It reminds me of my old Chevy Chevette. (Is that a good thing?) The two older kids are mad that it's a stick shift. My husband and daughter's boyfriend do not fit in it unless the top is down. But they all are happy that I can see over the windshield and touch the clutch at the same time. Moreover, they are happy because I am so very grateful for it. The color of the car? Espresso. Kismet?
Well, I have a junior in college starting next week, A sophomore in high school and a third grader that, get ready for it....I'm homeschooling. Yep. That's almost all I have to say about that. The little guy has been a trooper; we really are going to have a lot of fun together.
C.: (to the youngest). "Being home schooled is going to be awesome. The only bully at school will be mom!"
The man: "Yeah. She's going to make you give her your lunch money."
Me: (to the youngest). "Don't listen to them. We'll have long recesses and field trips..."
C.: "I'd be careful. Mom is notorious for pushing kids off the monkey bars and giving wedgies..."
Lessons learned this month:
- You don't have to be a student in this house to get a wedgie.
- Hair appointments CERTAINLY can take 5 hours when you're chopping all of your hair off AND going back to your natural color (What?). So that covers about an hour and a half. Oh yeah, the rest of the appointment took place at the pancake house. God bless girlfriend therapy and strawberry crepes.
- It's a sad moment when you hug your kids over-the-shoulder and realize they are taller than you.
- Old dogs AND old ladies can take stairs two at a time when the pizza guy delivers on Fridays.
- Neighbors that actually watered their gardens this year are good sharers.
- Tears can be shed when the first Dunkin' Donuts opens up down the street. Sheer joy and perhaps dancing may also happen when the man brings Dunkin' Donuts K-cups home for you. Even better? Waking up to your third grader telling you that a dozen donuts equals 11. Yeah, that lemon custard didn't quite make it home.
***For those of you who have been wondering where I've been: I really have no excuse. I love and appreciate each and every one of my readers and online friends. (Yeah, I just used three 'ands" in my last sentence.) I'm just contemplating whether or not this blog has reached its natural end. Please know that I'm going to get to responding to your posts; past and present. Look for me to pop up to the top of your reading list every once in a while. Now that I've typed this, I'll probably become a daily blogger.
Rhetorical question of the month:
Uttered by my truly wonderful (and mostly helpful) therapist:
"What? You are homeschooling this year? Haven't we discussed your blah blah blah? Your youngest? Have you gone mad?"
Here's my check.
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