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
Micah, Alex's husband
C., The middle (son, 17)
J., The youngest (son, 11)
Living Via Text:
C.: "Mom, there's a sale on 2 liter sodas. Do you mind if I pick up a few?"
Me: "Just a few."
Alex: "Okay, but don't let your words be broken promises like The Atkin's treat boxes that say they're filling."
***Me: (feeling sick) "Ugh, Alex, I look three sheets to the wind."
Alex: "What in the world does that even mean? Are sheets blowing in your face? Are you doing laundry? Is there a storm?
Me: "No. It means I'm pale. My grandma and mother always said if you looked sick or drank too much you "Looked 3 sheets to the wind."
Alex: "Did your grandma say that to you when you lived back in the cabin in the woods? The one Pa built you for the winter?
Me: "Very funny."
Alex: "Was your big sister Mary there? Was she fond of the sheets before she went blind?
***Texts from down the hall:
Me (in my sewing room, texting Mark): "When you want to sit on the sofa, but mom just says no."
Cramming in the warm weather:
Usually I'm a stickler for all the rules. Call when you get somewhere. Text before you leave. Don't drive toward the sun. Blah Blah Blah. Today, however, I let some go. Like letting J. play hockey with out his knee pads, without dinner or any homework finished. It's not often Dad gets the chance to run out and play along; so, the rules went out the window. They had a blast, and J. and the man made it through sweaty and scrape-free.
I threw caution to the wind at the same time by sanding down this 50+ year old door that my mother in law gave me. Was the glass going to splinter onto the cement below? (It didn't. Whew!) Was the old paint made of lead? Only my future lung doctor and the innards of our little Shop Vac know. Still, working on projects at the last minute are my favorite.
What's the rush? I'm racing the old winter winds that are sure to be coming our way...
C. was rapidly sending off texts to someone and laughing. This was during his hour off to study for college classes. When I asked him what he was up to, he told me he was helping a friend who needed characters for his Creative writing class.
Me: Well how many characters does he need?
C.: "None, anymore. I'm just bothering him with as many topics as I can until he gets into trouble for his phone going off.:
Me: (sarcastically) "You're a great friend. Start telling me some of these 'characters".
C.:"OK, but I don't want to see them on your blog."
We both laugh. Well, I laugh.
Here were the texts:
- Antoinette, the feisty baker who poisons her clients when things get out of hand.
- Derek, a man. But instead of hands, he has Wolverines.
- Yuri, a walking, talking, feeling skeleton with an attitude.
- Nathaniel, vampire that struggles with his family when he reveals himself as a vegan.
- Franklin, a geography teacher who doesn't play by the rules of the map.
- Carlos, an Argentinian massage therapist with a dark secret.
- Megan, despite her horrible accident, still decides to win the Stanley Cup.
- Arnold, the nature enthusiast who will go to the ends of the earth to be with his crocodile soul mate.
- Forklift, a quirky robot that just wants a heart, no matter how many he has to consume.
- Pete a lonely botanist who wakes up one day with the realization that he is more plant than man.
I'm leaving blog topics up to C. from now on.
Have fun checking out everyone's Fly on the Wall posts!
Nichole Mom of 8
Happy Friday, friends.
Happy Friday, friends.