Tuesday, October 29, 2013

What Was I Getting?

I sent Owen in the laundry room to get a trash can liner.

About two minutes later, I heard him say "oh yeah....a trash bag."

He came back into the kitchen with the bag and I asked him if he forgot what he was doing.

He said he did forget.  Oops.

That kinda makes me feel better about myself because I do that at least once a week.  Sometimes I will have to go in there multiple times before I remember what I was going for.

Either that was good for me or bad for Owen.  But at least I can't say it's just me getting old.


Monday, October 28, 2013

Money Well Spent

Back in the day (lol...I hope you hear my voice saying that), when we left the house, we were gone.  There was no way for our parents to track us.  If we were late, we had to stop and use a pay phone and call our parents.

That cost us .25 to make a call.

Not the $75 phone bill that it costs us a month to have the ability to track our kids down whenever we want.

And that money, my friends, is money well spent!

When Shane went to the local amusement park, I was able to track him through his phone.  

Kinda weird, and a little creepy perhaps, but as a parent, I likey!

As a teenager, I would have hated it.  In fact, my friend and I use to joke that her mom probably had her car bugged and was tracking our every movement.

Too bad we didn't foresee the future and patent that idea...known better as a smart phone.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

First World Problems

How many ear buds does my son own?

I really don't know the answer to that question.  I *am* sure it's at least 3 pair.

And do you know how I know this?  Because I just had to uncoil them all and wrap them up.

After I extracted them from the dryer that is.  


Am I the only one who cleans out my pockets before I put my dirty clothes in the laundry basket?

Oh.  Wait.  The boys don't use the basket.  They just leave them laying on the floor.


Thanks daddy for teaching me how to coil wire.

I think I'm the only one who knows that trick.  Most of our technology is a big jumbled up ball of wire.  

Boys.  Sheesh.

I know.  First world problems, right?


Thursday, October 17, 2013

Not Nearly Enough

The best thing ever is to be woken up sweetly by your children at 6:30 in the morning to tell you that they just wanted to tell you bye and to have a great day.

Oh yeah.  That's the best.

Oh no.  Wait.   That's not the best.

The best is when said awesomely sweet child says that (still the best) and then shoves a piece of paper and pen in your sleepy face (in the dark) and tells you that he needs his interim signed.

Yeah.  THAT'S the best.  The very best!


It's not like he was doing it to hide that he was failing the class or anything.  He had an A.

He was just being lazy the night before and didn't bother to get himself or his stuff together before he went to bed.


Payback number, oh who cares.  My mother would say not nearly enough!

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Making Her Dream A Reality

My BFF recently had surgery on her left wrist.  She loves to play tennis but, as a lefty, that's almost impossible right now.  As she also teaches tennis, that has slowed her down there too.

Unless your last name is Poppins and you see nothing but possibilities.  

And rainbows, unicorns and butterflies.

Yes.  Those help too.

So she declared that she would be the best righty ever.  And I begrudgedly humored her and, under protest, went out and (drilled) played with her so she could work on her right handed game.  (Because she's still in a cast and very impatient.)

Oh but then drilling wasn't good enough.  Oh no.  She wanted to play doubles. 

So again, I humored her and we decided which two friends to drag into the chaos.

The fun factor had to be high.

And so the smack talk began.

After we identified the opponents, we had to do it right.  And the smack talk began...via text...because this is 2013 you know.  Lol

Me:  Know what I believe?  I believe that L and I are going to kick your booty in doubles.  Lefties need not apply!  Woot!  

(Our friend is as good of a player as my BFF and she's also a lefty.  That meant that she had to play with her right hand to even the playing field.  We knew she would be game because there is a famous story that she beat H playing right handed.)

Of course, A wasn't going to back down.  She's probably as competitive as L.  And by "probably", I mean she is!   

A:   When we play...Better pack a lunch!

Me:  It's already packed...

H:  Pffffffft

BFF:  Are we playing during lunch time? 

I thought she was smack talking like the rest of us but come to find out, bless her heart, she didn't realize that A was talking smack and she really thought we were playing at lunch time.  :)

A challenge was then formally issued via text.

L and I are formally challenging you two to a doubles tennis match this Monday morning at 10:00 (til 11:30) at the YMCA.  The guest fees for you both will be handled and there is a nursery that E can go into.

The stipulation is that L and A both have to play right handed.  

The following is the beginning of the set of rules that will be in effect for the match.

1.  There will be no left handed forehands allowed on the court.
2.  A tie break will be determined by singles between L and A.  
3.  If either L or A plays with your left hand, that team loses a point.
4.  Smack talk will result in a penalty and a singles point being played between L and A.
5.  The offender MUST play the penalty point.  The offendee may phone a friend to sub in for her for that point from either her partner or someone in the gallery or on another court.
6.  If a patron walks by and says "wth?", a point is awarded to the team that caused them to say that.
7.  The chair ump may call a penalty point at any time and force a singles point to be played.
8.  If you hit a winner, you may do a victory dance.  
9.  The chair ump will keep score and has the authority to dole out penalties and punishments as she sees fit.
10.  If anyone walks onto the court and asks us to tone it down, match over and we ALL win! 

I have asked another friend to attend our match as chair ump.  I'm awaiting her response.

If you should have an addition to the rules or request a change, now is the time to do it.  

The winning team shall walk away from battle with these shiny trophies and first place ribbon.  The second place team gets a consolation ribbon.  

If you should say yes, I guarantee you the fun factor will be high!

We await your response.

Woot!  Woot!

Of course, as with all games, there were rules.

Ours just had a twist of sarcasm and fun in them.  Because it was all about the fun!

They accepted the challenge and then it was game on!

There's no way for me to even describe the match.  

H may have called me an asshole for getting a drop volley winner on her.

Then I may have taunted her for having to run it down.

And if that happened, she may have retaliated by throwing some water in my direction.  

And if all that were to happen, I *may* have to do some retaliation myself.  In about 6 months that is.  Once she thinks I forgot.  Oh.  But those that know me know that I *never* forget anything.  Ever.  lol

I mean.  If something like that happened.

The one thing I *can* confirm is that there was a lot of smack talk and even more laughs.

There were also trophies and first place ribbons (that they had to sign) presented to the winners from the second place team.

And second place ribbons presented to the second place winners.

There were no losers that day.

My BFF sent me this quote later and I think it best fits that day.

"May your memories be greater than your dreams!" 

L worried that she wouldn't be able to play tennis again after her wrist surgery.  She dreamed (and hoped) that she would.  

And the memories we made that day was definitely greater and better than she could ever dream.  

And the four people on the court that day have something to remember and laugh about for years to come.  

I have the best friends ever!  They are more than I deserve.  Love, love, love!

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Get Off My Lawn!

We definitely have a teenager.

And I'm glad that I live in the lazy era of texting.

Me to him:  

"Your music is too loud.  Shut your door please."

I thought about shaking my fist at him and telling him to get off my damn lawn.

But that would have taken an additional 10 seconds to type.  

OMG!  I've turned into my mother!

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Just A Small Peek

Shane asked me about some family history the other day as part of his World History class so I pulled out some files that I had on the research that I've done.

In the pile of papers, he found an old essay that he wrote.  It was about 2006 and he was obviously confessing about his scheme to sneak and unwrap a Christmas present while we were asleep. He would have been about 7.


What a gem and unexpected treat!  Makes me smile!


It says:

"Next Monday I will see if my mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa are up and if not I'll sneak out of my room and have a small peek in a pressint.  Oh did I sae I whad peek.  I ment open one and befor my dad and mom wake I will clean up and play with my present and hide the toy befor my dad, mom, Grandma and Grandpa are up."

He did a written confession!  I guess no one ever told him not to put things in writing.  Lol!

Little stinker.

Monday, October 7, 2013

He's So Tired!

Ken: I love you.

Me: Thanks. I love you too.

Ken: Shuuuusssshhhh. I was talking to the bed. 

He was tired!

As he should have been from the sprint tri that he and our friends Pete and Jen did that morning.

That's where you swim, run and bike a certain distance.  Not sure what that distance is.  *I* will never personally know.  LOL!  But they do and they had a blast!

Go Ken Go!  Woot!

Sunday, October 6, 2013

You Never Know What You're Going To Get

I love fortune cookies.

You just never know what you're going to get.  Sometimes they're stupid and sometimes they're spot on.  But the fact is,  you never know what you're getting until you open it.

My BSF (best snarky friend) stopped by to see me on my birthday where I was watching Shane play tennis.  She brought me a few birthday presents.

One was a Care Bear "mystery" package where you don't know which Care Bear "collectble" figurine you're going to get until you opened up the package.  Note that it's for ages 3+.  :D

I was sure I was going to get "Grumpy Bear" because I definitely woke up on the wrong side of the birthday bed that morning.

But no. 

It was something better!

It was Birthday Care Bear!

I'm not even kidding you.

Just like a fortune cookie.  You never know what you're going to get.

And sometimes it's just PERFECT!

So, we sat there and watched Shane play (because birthdays aren't the same when you have kids!), drinking the "juice" that BSF also brought. 

In the best birthday cups ever!

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Feeling The Love

From my Facebook status update:

I woke up on the wrong side of the birthday bed...not looking forward to it at all. The day got better after a morning of tennis with my ever so patient friends (I didn't cry in my beer...I drank it...lol...you know who you are and thank you!), followed up with some time with the best BFF that a girl could ask for who always seems to know what to say and how to say it and knows how to make a friend feel way more special than they deserve. Thinking that my day couldn't get any better, I get a surprise visit from my favorite Asian friend (lol) who brought the absolute best present in the whole world (you know who you are and what it was) and ended the evening at one of my favorite restaurants (Sunken Well Tavern) with my favorite hubby and kids who I am now speaking to again (after last night...which should explain which side of the bed I woke up on) who gave me the sweetest cards and best present ever. (I was always speaking to Ken ....just for clarification. lol.)

I have to wish Susan Eckhardt-reed a very happy birthday! I know that yours was not as fun as mine (to say the least) but I hope that you found some joy in it. You are one of the strongest women I know and I hope that the next year is a positive year filled with good news and love! 

Thank you fb friends for all of the birthday wishes. I feel the love and I thank you for it!

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Can't Help Herself

My BFF has been known "occasionally" to get frustrated with her hair and cut the bangs herself.

The conversation between us usually goes something like this:

ME:  <looking sideways at her>...um...did you cut your bangs again?

HER: <giggle> Yeeeessss.  How did you know?

ME:  Really?  Um.  Oh I don't know.  <Making the shape of scissors with my fingers and waving them wildly over my bangs while giggling at myself.>

HER:  They look AWESOME!

ME:  They sure do girl.  "Awesome".  

HER:  Thanks!

ME:  /giggling...sarcasm is so lost on you.  /rolls eyes 

HER:  Thanks!

ME:  You're welcome.  Lol!

So she recently had wrist surgery on her writing hand.  I told her NOT to cut her bangs before her hair appointment with another friend of mine.

She promised she wouldn't.  PROMISED.

"How could I cut it with my right hand?  That would just be stupid."

Then she had to cancel the appointment.

And then she couldn't help herself.

HER:  "I cut my bangs".

ME:  "Yes.  So I see."

HER:  "It only took 35 minutes."

ME:  "Lindsay's going to kill you.  I told you not to cut your bangs with your right hand.  You promised her."

HER:  "I know.  I couldn't help myself.  I'm sowwwwwy.

/big fat lip frowny face 

ME:  "Don't give me that look."  

HER:  /spongebob smiley face

ME:  "Ugh.  You're killing me.  Don't cut it again.  Lindsay's going to fix it."

HER:  "Ok.  I won't."

ME:  "Liar."

HER:  "I know."

ME:  "Me too."


I told on her to Lindsay.

She has an appointment in two weeks.

She promised she wouldn't cut it again.


Uh huh.  I've heard THAT one before.