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. Buzz on over!
Alex, the eldest (daughter, 21)
C., The middle (son, 16)
J., The youngest (son, 10)
The man, C., and I were watching a TV show. Something really "saucy" came on and I was uncomfortable. That doesn't happen too often, but still. A few awkward sexual innuendos, an elbow shove from the man, and I blurted out "Hot Pockets." I didn't just say, "Hot Pockets." I sang the words. Like the comedian, Jim Gaffigan. C. and the man started laughing and rolling and none of us could look each other in the eye. It's become our thing. Any topic that's a little inappropriate? Someone sings "Hot Pockets." That's how we deal with the hard stuff, folks.
From the kids:
Alex: "Mom, now I understand why you love puzzles. I know you told me not to touch yours, but I couldn't stop! When I put together the border, I felt empowered. There should be background music for that kind of glory."
***J.: (eyes closed, he holds his finger up to stop me mid-sentence) "Wait...Okay, go ahead. I was singing 'Don't stop Believing' in my head and I had to wait to finish the song."
I was helping C. study vocabulary for his Anatomy class. I'd say the word and he would tell me the definition.
Me: Pre...Pres..(looking closely) pres-by-opia?
C.: "It's 'Presbyopia'. That's poor vision caused by aging, mom. Go get your glasses."
***Alex: "I'm graduating from college!! On May 1st! Feel free to tell everyone you know, including any person you pass on the street, see at Target, meet at Costco or happen to friend on FB."
In my fight to "Use up the paper goods", I've vowed to not buy any paper cups/plastic forks/napkins until we've used up our old ones. That means Thanksgiving napkins for last Sunday's dinner or Gold graduation napkins for Superbowl Sunday. The best came this weekend. I reached in the closet for napkins to use on Valentines day and found these:
Only two of my three children had Elmo-themed 1st birthdays, which means: These napkins are either ten years old or twenty. Wow.
First off, let me say "Thank you" to the big man above for blessing my little part of the world with unusually mild weather. There is no bragging here. After 25 years of living in Michigan and almost twenty years living in Utah, I know snow and cold. And grey and wet. Wind chills, dreariness, and snow days... all of it. Somehow, we've dodged major storms and I couldn't be happier. After I publish this, we will probably have a blizzard of epic proportions. But for now, I'm smiling. Current weather: Sunny and 55. Practically balmy.
Alexandra texts me about an elaborate Valentine's Day plan for her husband:Michele:
It's a cute idea :)
Haha I tried to make a treasure hunt around the house but it's too small to divert him so I could make breakfast haha
Nah. Just buy donuts.
Hahaha mom... It's our first Valentine's as married people.. I need to at least try this year. I figure I have the next 95 years to buy donuts. Plus, deep in my heart I hope one day he will catch on to these romantic gestures and he'll realize that he should be doing them, not me ;) LOL
I get it. I hope dad brings donuts.
Superbowl Sunday. Commercials and food galore. One commercial is for the "Little Blue Pill". Great commercial; not kid friendly.
J.: "Mom! You need one of those blue pills for your Fiat!"
Me: "Nope. I like my car just the way it is."
J.: "Come on! It would be so cool. Where can we buy those pills?"
The man: "Ask your Grandpa."
C. and me: (in unison) "Hot Pockets."
Happy Friday, Friends!
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