Tuesday, December 30, 2008
This was a very competitive game between Scott/Kaye and Joe/Lucas (the score was 0-10, so by competitive I mean tense). I'm not sure who was the most revved up - I missed the part where Kaye started trash-talking and her cheeks turned blood red as she used excessive body English on the table! You can see Scott switch their positions once, but he did it about 3 times. I finally said, "Kaye, if you want to win you need to move to the other side of the table!" Scott was not amused.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Here's part of game 3 in the first round of the GFT (Great Foosball Tournament). They put up a good fight but eventually succumbed to the foosball stylings of Dean and Drew, who went on to the finals and came in 2nd place. I can't remember if Tracey and Elizabeth beat Mom and me in the loser's consolation tournament - lost the sheet of paper. But what fun, eh?!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
We're experts at notes explaining lapses in events - see the example below, of which I am particularly proud!
Yo, yo, yo, check it out Dog, check it out….
David Archuleta lost a tooth last night – you know, the guy from American Idol? I went to get it and ended up hanging out with Paula, Simon, and Randy. I’m very sorry I didn’t get your tooth last night, so I left you an extra dollar.
(What you're missing is the giant picture of the Tooth Fairy I inserted from Clip Art - brilliant!) Lucas told us the other night that note made him feel so special, like he was David Archuleta's twin since they lost a tooth the same night!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I can't make it to the actual performance so I went to the dress rehearsal (because I really am a good mother - really), and here's a little sample. I have another clip where he actually smiles at me, but then I apparently develop Parkinson's and it is nausea-inducing for the viewer, so we'll skip that. The great thing about this clip is the kids on either side of him. Who thinks it's a good idea for first graders to stand in hot choir robes for 30 minutes singing song after song? I honestly thought the little girl next to him was fixing to faint at one point.
I think we should get back to the cheesy little plays we used to do. Like in the 5th grade when the "chorus" (i.e. kids like me who weren't cute enough to get a speaking part) had to pass around a plate of cookies and say in unison, "Thank you, Mrs. Claus." Except we were all too shy to actually say it, so the plate just kept getting passed around till the teacher said it for us.
Or in the 6th grade when I actually did get a speaking part as Anne from England where I had to describe the Christmas tree being kept in the bathtub and presents being left in our shoes, and Daddy tried to bribe me to say, "and we have a BLOODY good Christmas!" Mother took me aside and told me that would be cursing, so I better not do it. Another early opportunity at comedy missed....
Monday, December 15, 2008
Two hours later I go pick him up and ask him what he ended up with, and he says, "a cheap yo-yo." So of course I give him a lecture about how he was privileged to go and he should be thankful for anything, etc., etc. I ask him if he had fun and he says yes. I say who did you know there, and he says, "nobody but Dillon's sister" (Dillon was sick) and a precious neighbor boy who shot at 2 of our windows a couple of years ago and used to throw rocks at the boys....and who also mooned them one time. So I'm thinking Drew's more of an optimist than I gave him credit for if he thought that was a fun party!
He shows us the yo-yo when we get home, and sure enough, it weighs less than an ounce and says "I'm drug free" on the side. I think the church got a bunch of free stuff to wrap up as gifts, then requested that the kids bring a $10 donation to a charity instead of real gifts. I've got to call scam on that. At least let the kids pick out the cheap gifts to give each other! His other choice besides the yo-yo was an address book - he pointed out that he doesn't really need to record anybody's anniversary date at this age. I'm inclined to agree.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Video you say? It would've turned out better than the pictures did, that's for sure. All you can tell for sure is that the tree is very small. But you may be able to see that Lucas hung all his ornaments at his eye level, so there were about 20 ornaments there and the rest of the tree was bare. There was the usual little snippiness about whose ornament was whose (because of course you're only allowed to hang up your own ornaments!), but I could usually break that up by pointing out that most of the ornaments were, in fact, mine from 1979 or 1984, etc. You know Mimi always wrote the name and date on there; thanks Mimi!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
The boys and I got the tree today while Dean was working. I sawed off some lower branches using the handsaw (I was tempted to use that electric thing, but Drew can't drive yet and I'd probably exsanguinate before the ambulance arrived), and Drew helped me get it straight in the stand and carry it in the house. We had Christmas music playing while we decorated it and it was a very lovely time. The only thing missing this year was the yelling!
I know anybody with a spouse must go through this every Christmas if you get a live tree: toting it in while it's dropping needles everywhere and crashing into furniture that your spouse didn't get out of the way, getting it into the stand which your spouse has put in the wrong spot, holding it straight while your spouse dinks around and takes too long with the screws on the stand, etc., etc. Maybe you take turns being the one who's competent in this situation vs. the nincompoop, but I have to play the nincompoop every year. So this year I cast Drew in that role.
I only took a nasty tone once. I gouged my finger really good when the tree guy shoved it in the car with my help, so both boys were nauseous on the way home because I showed them the flap of skin that came up by my cuticle (I didn't even cry). I went to the sink to wash my finger and asked the boys to get me a bandaid. Lucas ran to his bathroom and came back saying, "I'm weally sowwy Mom, but I'm out of bandaids." Drew is just sitting there, so I ask him, and he says, "Yes, I have bandaids." Still sitting there....HELLLOOOOOO! I said in a very acid tone, "Well I'm standing here dripping blood in the sink - any speed you can muster to go get me a bandaid would be much appreciated." What's with these 12-year-olds?
Anyway, it was a very peaceful Christmas-type atmosphere and Drew helped with the lights while Lucas put on the star, plus Dean was very happy to have avoided that whole scene, so Joy to the World!
Friday, December 12, 2008
At any rate, I shall continue here relying only on your comments and constructive criticisms - feel free to let them fly; at least I'll know somebody's reading this, and that's all I really want.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
And didn't I learn my lesson about using the word "buzz cut" before? No, apparently I didn't, because she whipped out the trimmer faster than you can say Semper Fi and piles of hair were flying before I could issue a retraction. Not that I didn't try, mind you. I did yell out, "I don't want to see scalp, he just really wants it off of his forehead!" But he was all smiles at the end, so I guess it went over okay. She actually made a joke about it at the end. She said, "There, isn't it nice when they can comb their hair and wash their face at the same time?"
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Because there were paparazzi, people! (Okay, 2 cameramen and 3 photographers only qualify as paparazzinni I guess.) I looked at them really hard but didn't recognize them, so maybe they were just models on a shoot, but there was a mighty big party there later that night, so something was definitely up. Of course, maybe the paparazzini were there for moi, lithe and nimble, able to go to the knees in a split second with nary a flinch, then rise to towering height with the force of one quadricep alone....stumbling just a bit as said quadricep rarely gets used.
(Who remembers the Looney Tunes where Daffy Duck as Robin Hood is merrily tripping...tripping...TRIPPING along? It's really funny in my head.)
Monday, December 8, 2008
(Oh, see what I did there? I made up a funny joke that would embarrass normal people, but I don't ever have gas or fart, so I can say that and not be embarrassed, because everybody KNOWS it's not true.)
The other funny thing was that I fell down in the lobby Friday night on the way up to my room after dinner. Now that was really funny, but don't tell Dean or he won't let me out of the house without an aide! I was coming down 4 little marble steps to the bank of elevators in the huge grand lobby, and somehow my left foot went into space instead of that last step, and I found myself falling gracefully to land on both knees just as pretty as you please. It must've looked like I meant to do it - there was no flailing or gasping, although there's no telling what my face was doing. Two British ladies were getting off the closest elevator and one of them said, "Are you alright there?" while turning to come to my aid. But my expression must've been so peaceful and I said, "Yes, I just missed that step completely," and somehow rose back to my feet without using my hands, so she quickly diverted back to where she was headed. (That or she thought I was dangerous.)
Anyway, I don't think I'll travel alone to big cities too much more by myself. Between the clutziness and the Mad Cow I'm a danger to myself and others. And if I ever do go back with an aide, we sho' won't be stayin' at the Hyatt!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
That is all.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Tonight was the dance exhibition for Drew's ballroom dance class (don't ask - big hoity-toity tradition apparently). The boys and girls sat on opposite sides of the room, then stood and began "The Grand March" when the instructor started up the music....which was an instrumental version of It's a Small World (how old are these kids?). They met up with their partner and continued to march for several minutes for some reason, then proceeded to do the 3-count swing, 1-count swing, cha-cha, and box step or something. (Sadly, there was no tango.)
It's so sweet to watch your son escort a girl to her seat, or spin her during the dance. (A tiny tear came to my eye - shhhhh - don't tell Dean.) And the music wasn't too bad - Drew said it was "crazy music," but it was actually Maroon 5 and some other popular stuff I didn't recognize. The 2 stinkers were Mony Mony by Billy Idol (what were they thinking?) and Under the Boardwalk (really, how old does she think these kids are?). Then the final dance was with a parent, and she chose I Like That Old Time Rock'n'Roll (how old does she think we are?).
Drew did a great job, but I pulled a typical faux pas. When we rocked back (1-step swing) I soundly stepped on another mother's foot who was also rocking back.....and I mean soundly. Lucky for me we all had to sign waivers prior to dancing!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
That's okay, I think he/she was up to no good - I checked out their blog and it was all about American movies with Spanish subtitles. It did have some good Latin music playing in the background - that was a nice touch. I'll have to see if I can do that here....
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Scott and Tracey, no pressure on you people!
I might call this "Stool Dancing" in the Olympics. Drew taught us the move of beating your fists in front of your chest with elbows out and Lucas took it a few steps further, which should get extra points for higher level of difficulty. I was wondering if he was going to stick the landing or fly off.
Who knew the fun you could have building houses of cards? But that CAN be fun; especially when you've been kicked off the computer, the DS, and the cartoon channel, and nobody will play with you. Here at the Dr. Fun Penitentiary for Wayward Boys we encourage self-reliance as well as manual dexterity, demonstrated quite well by Drew, our oldest inmate.....I mean son. (I think the fact that he could remove 2 cards from the bottom row indicates a need for more frequent vacuuming.)
And Lucas was proud to show off his house, but even more eager to demonstrate the fruits of his labor in the prison weightroom. Unfortunately, his tats washed off in the shower and his shank was confiscated when he was overheard saying, "Jake, don't you mess with my cards or I'll cut you!"
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
(What the hell?????)
He said he learned that from Dory....you know, from Finding Nemo? When is the last time the kid watched that movie - like 3 years ago???? Show-off!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
But I have to ask - why did our parents leave us with her overnight when she had to work the next day? Did she work on weekends or did they just go out a hell of a lot????? Of course, they were in their 30's, so there you go.
Monday, November 24, 2008
There was also something called "Shadow Dancing," possibly by the Gibbs, that a girl at Shorter College used to re-enact (remember, that's when they sent me away in the 5th grade and I only lasted 3 or 4 days out of 2 weeks). I think her name was Frannie and we called her the "Shadow Dancer," so maybe that wasn't the name of a song, just that she danced to the Gibbs' music behind opaque glass walls in the cafeteria, and finally got caught. Yes, apparently that was against the rules. Now it's a very popular thing to do in clubs at Vegas......I'm told......I've certainly never seen it for myself.....why would you think that?......please stop looking at me now.
And while I was talking to Scott one day, he said, "Remember this one?" On his radio, somehow (must be satellite), was "Billy don't be a hero." I had to belt it out since the only person around was Lucas, who understands that sometimes Mom needs to sing rather loudly. "Billy don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife. And as he started to go....I said Billy keep your head low-oh-ho, Billy don't be a hero; come back to me...." I asked Scott if he was impressed I knew the words. He said he had a headache from my being behind his radio by a couple of seconds due to the cell phone delay.
I think Tracey's really the only one who can appreciate my singing. Right, Tracey? Hey, right Tracey? Uh, Tracey?
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
But what I discovered on these dry runs is that there's something wrong with my face. Everybody has always told me you can read me like a book - every emotion shows on my face. I finally understand what they're talking about. I also understand that I can never be taken seriously as a performer with all the nostril-twitches and eyebrow antics. Every time I hit a wrong note with my hand, it traveled up to my brain and sparked a facial tic.
Who's read Blink? Here're the 5,000 combinations of facial expressions he talks about. He talks about one video of Cato Caelin (sp?) on the stand at OJ's trial where he's talking to the lawyer and looks like he's growling at her in one freeze frame. I found some odd expressions in these freeze frames and had no idea I was doing them.
Another freaky thing is to see if you can sync them all up so you have a trio - NICE!!!
Oh yes, now it's YOUR turn! Hey Scott, the 80's called and they want their Izod knockoff back. (Oh, wait, this is from the 80's.)
There he runs; there he goes, boogadad boogadad......and he ain't wearin' no clothes....It was too late for Tracey, she'd done been in-censed!
Aren't underwater cameras fun? Not too much in the way of striking poses, but fun nonetheless. And dear Tracey....I don't remember how her audition for Kabuki theater turned out.
Also, now I know where Drew gets a little of his messiness. I thought I was the perfect child, but what is all that CRAP on my dresser??? And look at old Sherry Nell. How old were you in this picture, about 29? Just wait, sister, I've got a MUCH better picture coming shortly!
He also is going to change his name when he turns 18......to Dry Bones. Apparently that's a character in Mario Kart. He asked me today if I thought Dry Bones Henry Batten sounded better than Dry Bones Yoshi Batten. Apparently Yoshi is another character, but not as fast as Dry Bones. Drew handled the rest of that conversation, pointing out that with 2 first names you don't need the middle name.
After conversations like these, don't I deserve a little drinky-poo tonight???? You betcha!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Yes, of course Lucas lost interest in helping me with the tree after about 10 minutes. And to be honest, it's not much fun unwrapping wires till your fingers bleed....(maybe I exaggerate).
Oh, but isn't she a thing of retro beauty? Who knew the purple balls would go with the paint!!!
Remember that tree Momma and Daddy had when we lived in 406? Same damn thang! Just as perty! JUST AS PERTY!!!
First one to email me with the movie title wins!
Monday, November 17, 2008
There's nothin' like a good dance party, and Low is a pretty good dance song (if you overlook the verse that talks about the pole in her livin' room). These boys have pretty good moves (one's got a little better rhythm than the other, but I'm not sayin' who). You'll have to watch this video 3 times: the first time your eye will naturally be drawn to the biggest bootie on the flo', the 2nd time you should concentrate on Drew's technique, and the 3rd time check out Lucas's stylings. He likes to take it face down during the chorus. Drew demonstrates strong quads at that point. I think we could've all made it on MTV's TRL.....uh, there at the end where the ratings were down.
Get up and go have a dance party of your own - there's no bettah fun!!!
P.S. For a better dance video - check out Saturday Night Live's parody of Beyonce's video for Single Ladies with Justin Timberlake - HILARIOUS!!!!!!! This was the best SNL of the year!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Comments from top left down then top right down:
1. Yes, Momma, I think white hose with a white dress and white shoes is beautiful! And here are some blue bows to put on my shoes and tie in the blue belt around my ribcage. Now why don't I have any dates?
2. Who's that boy with the bowl cut sitting next to Janet?
3. "I have a cat, her name is Kitty. She is a stray, but she's real pretty.
She's got black fur and a white tummy tummy. Like I said, she's really yummy.
She jumps on my bed almost every night. She likes to play and she likes to fight.
I forget the rest of that song - anyone? Repeat the chorus.
4. Drew thought my braces were "ugly." So did everybody else apparently.
5. Lookin' good, sexy girl!
6. Scott's first day driving us to school after procuring driver's license. Why didn't the cops pull him over - he looks 9!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
The campout was a success according to the boys. Their mother isn't so sure. But let's be fair, it depends on what you call successful.
Lucas helped me put up our tent. Drew put up his own tent. My new queen-size extra tall airbed did, in fact, fit inside the tent (although I relived a childbirth experience in getting said airbed into the tent) and did not deflate overnight. We ended up eating our grilled sausage-dogs inside due to the Alabama game going into overtime and the Florida game starting shortly thereafter. The boys roasted marshmallows over the gas burner of the grill and we had delicious s'mores.
Lucas and I retired to our tent early with several books to read (none scary) and Deanie even brought us out a bowl of popcorn to enjoy, while he and Drew watched the Florida game inside. Once it was sure to be a whitewashing for the Commodores, Drew retired to his tent with Jakey, who was a-might skittish about being zipped up in the tent again. It took 3 tries for Dean to keep him in the tent while he zipped it up! Then the boys went to sleep and I set about the task of keeping Lucas in a sleeping bag lest he freeze to death.
That task went on all night. At some point I decided that if he was sound asleep, he couldn't be freezing to death, so I tried to sleep myself, but I WAS freezing to death. Plus Lucas kept rolling onto my head and we ended up very close to the open screen door of the tent, where the winds of the Arctic tundra entered. (I had left it open to keep an eye on Drew and Jake, good mother that I am.)
At some point in the wee hours, I was ready to throw in the towel. I figured Jake must be miserable and I should put him in his kennel inside, so I whispered to Drew to see if he was ready to go in, but he was dead asleep in his 20-below sleeping bag Mimi and Mr. Jim gave him. Lucas was also dead asleep (somehow still ending up completely outside his sleeping bag every 30 minutes) until some point around 7AM when he reportedly had a little accident that initially warmed him up, but then made him very cold. When I sat up and looked over at Drew's tent, Jake was sitting and looking at me through the screen just a-shiverin. Poor baby.
So I stayed in my long johns most of the day and have been ready to go to bed since I showered and got dressed. On the plus side, Dean had breakfast waiting for us when we trudged in. (And why not, since he got to sleep in the cushy warm comfort of our warm toasty bed!)
Remember how I said it's the simple things that make Lucas happy? Well, true to form, he found a Whoopee cushion at the bookstore yesterday and as it was the only thing he could afford, he had to have it. Once I showed him how to inflate it, we were all treated to a symphony of GI distress, a veritable cacophany of gaseous melodies. Colonic strains issued forth from the backseat as we ran errands; so true to life that I had to ask him to refrain from playing his new instrument while in parking lots with our windows down. He spent the rest of the day perfecting his craft, fine-tuning it, experimenting with differing amounts of air and various amounts of pressure applied to the cushion, all to achieve the most sublime sounds possible.
Please enjoy the concert. And above all, "DO NOT...go in there!!!!"
Saturday, November 8, 2008
And for the past 4 years Santa has also brought pajamas with feet in them. Now ordinarily a kid would be heartbroken that one of their Santa gifts was clothes, but Lucas has always loved his warm soft pajamas, and he told me the other night that he sure wished Santa would bring him some new footie-pajamas like he got a couple of years ago. (I had to make him quit wearing last year's footies because his toes were curling under and he couldn't stand up straight when fully zipped. Underestimated his size, din'cha Santa?) It's the simple things in life that make Lucas happy. He said if Santa didn't bring them, could Daddy and I maybe get him some?
Oh, yes, sweet angel Lucas, Santa sure can bring you some warm fuzzy footed pajamas for your precious little body. 'Cause there's free shipping from Land's End until November 11!
Friday, November 7, 2008
This is Drew's new 2-man tent. He's now ready for the Boy Scout Shooting Campout on November 22. I'm not. It's one thing for Momma to go to BOW and blow a shotgun, but I don't know about my baby doin' it. Anyway, he had to put this together by himself last night as a dry run for our campout tomorrow night in the backyard.
Yes, they were supposed to go on a county-wide Cub Scout campout at the Battleship this weekend with Dean, but who's got early Alzheimer's and mis-read the date? I don't know - I've got Alzheimer's! So that was tonight, and neither of us could take them tonight, so the consolation prize is the backyard with Mom again tomorrow night - woohoo! We did this in the summer and what fun! Sweating to death, not a breeze to be had, but we did read a scary story by flashlight and, really, that's all you need.
So I'm trying to pick out the scary story tonight (is a Stephen King shorty too intense for Lucas?) and tomorrow we'll shop for s'mores supplies. Then we'll set up camp, roast hotdogs and s'mores over the gas grill, and force Jake to sleep in the tent with Drew. (I don't think the panic on Jake's face at being zipped into a tent conveyed very well in the picture.) More pictures to follow!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Live and learn....
We had fun shopping with Drew's gift cards today. He got Ninja Gaden for the DS at Gamestop thanks to Aunt Tracey and Uncle Joe, and a 2-man tent and this Nerf game at Academy Sports thanks to Aunt Beth and Uncle Scott. The Ninja game is awesome I hear, but the Nerf game makes for more engaging video. Lucas was thrilled that it was a 2-person game and he actually got invited to play. Drew said this would be like paintball without the pain. Lucas proceeded to shoot Drew in the face from 2 feet away with a Velcro-covered dart. So much for painless....
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
He was chalky white with a virtually nonexistent pulse, but after about 30 minutes of being sprayed with water and lying in reverse Trendelenberg (or was that Trendelenberg?), he felt like a new man, ready for action. Enjoy the 2 clips - 1 is only 30 seconds and demonstrates the stealth of Drew (in the light blue shirt) and Liam (who is tall in the dark green shirt); the other is 1.5 minutes but shows the strategy employed by the team taking the fort.
Okay,so just enjoy the one clip, because the other one took too long to load - so sorry!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Well, here are the initial pictures from Halloween at the office. There should be more later when somebody emails me some pictures, since I forgot my camera. These were made after the patients left. Don't we have fun decorating the rooms!!!!! This year was "Disney movies" in case you didn't get the underlying theme. Don't forget to click on the picture to get the full effect of black nail polish, which I rather enjoyed wearing! I'm thinking about a lip piercing next.....
Monday, October 27, 2008
Before I forget, last night I was tucking Lucas in and he said, "I wish underwear had pockets." (Oh, Lucas, you and every other man on the planet!) Meanwhile, he was trying to figure out if that thing on the front WAS a pocket or not. It sufficed, as he got his whole hand in there, but it's probably not a good place to store soda pop-tops or coins and rocks you pick up off the ground. I guess he'll figure that out.
This picture was after he got his Bobcat badge last week, where they made the parents turn the kids upside down for the warpaint application, as expressly forbidden in the Tiger Cub handbook. I felt like I was participating in a college hazing after that....I nearly turned myself in. It looks like being upside down for a while had some kind of effect on his brain, doesn't it?
Sunday, October 26, 2008
I didn't make it in to my usual church today. Do you think I missed anything? By the way, there were 4 dolphins who joined me in the congregation at the dock. I caught 3 in this picture - the 3rd one is far to the left. And the squawking pelican took away a little bit from the mourning doves - I think the choir director needs to work on that. But the sermon was most excellent - we had the Big Guy himself in the pulpit, wouldn't you say?
Jake had a very relaxing time at the beach, as you can tell by the photos. He likes just kicking back after a busy week and taking it easy. Oh, the peace and quiet out there lulls one into such a contemplative state. And there is so much for Jake to contemplate, like the pelicans, the cranes, those damn ducks that won't sit still for 2 seconds, and of course, the dolphins. He barks and barks, but they just swim on by and never stop in for a quick bite.
Of course, he didn't have on his Jimmy Buffett loungewear, but he was still wasting away. Come Monday.....back to the daily grind.....
He was dancing non-stop at the bowling joint, despite it being 11 pm when we left. Could it have been wrong to let him have a root beer for dinner and that ice cream at 10 pm? Anyway, we also saw them Saturday, and when they left that afternoon a deep funk settled in. Lucas got tears in his eyes at dinner and said, "Do they ever eat at this restaurant?" Drew held himself together a little better, but he was obviously smitten, too. He said, "They're a lot older than I remember," with raised eyebrows.
Did I mention that Anna plays the electric guitar and Amy plays a bass, and they have their own amp? Hubba hubba!!!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
But I get ahead of myself. After wiping a tushy for the 5th time today (1st time was at 5:30AM, thank you very much), I was a bit snippy with everyone and so left the house in search of dinner and a breather. Despair was setting in, because I love Foosackly's but these kids don't, so what are you gonna get at a drive-thru? Then it hit me - MILO'S!!! Now these kids DO love Milo's when they can get it, which ain't much because Dean HATES Milo's. I think it's more the principle of it than the taste that he abhors, but my principle was the one buying dinner tonight, so I headed that way.
Now open up some car windows and get some Milo's and turn this song on and you'll get right, as Daddy used to say. This has been my favorite song for the past 3 months; just go down to "Play the song" and select how you want to play it, should you accept this mission. And I don't say that lightly, as this is a RELIGIOUS song and NOT for the faint of heart. No, you won't hear "Jesus" in it, but "mercy" and "grace" do make appearances and the name of it is "For Your Glory," for Heaven's sake! Ahhh.....a religious pun.....go girl!!! So, Scott and Dean (I know you're reading this), you should avoid this; but Mother and Tracey, do check it out. It's rocking and I've picked it out on the piano and you should hear Lucas sing it! Plus you can also dance to it - always important.
Needless to say, I walked back into the house a new woman, ready for more stomach cramps and wailing and skipping my Sunday school teaching gig to take somebody to the doctor tomorrow! Rock on!!!!
Anyway, I tucked Lucas back in and said to think about great things like camping Friday night at the beach, and wouldn't he like his music on? So what would be the greatest song to be on the radio at that moment for a scared kid to listen to lying in the dark?
You got it....Hotel California! "What a nice surprise."
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Lucas shared with Mimi and myself tonight that when I was away at BOW last weekend, he dripped the tears he cried into the pencil sharpener I had given him from a previous trip to North Carolina. Drew said maybe that's why the pencil sharpener doesn't work anymore - it's rusted out. That Lucas is a con artist - when I asked him about it later, he said he was just joking. Although maybe con artist isn't the right word; just think about the lines he'll feed his wife about how much he missed her, etc. Romantic would be a better term I think.
Monday, October 13, 2008
THIS is actually the purpose of a bra in my book (or on my chest). Forget all that lift and separate crap, or that support nonsense. My bra creates and projects! And by that, I mean it creates the illusion of brestesses and projects the notion that I am indeed a woman and not just a very cute man.
I have to thank Victoria's Secret for this wonder of science. So much cheaper than a breast augmentation, and virtually pain-free, the only drawback is that they do come off at night, and sometimes I have to ask, "Has anybody seen my boobs? I laid them right here!" But I simply look for the most voluptuous piece of clothing in the laundry hamper and there they are!
Lucas has even put my bra on and declared that he had boobs, but I'm pretty sure all teenagers do that at some point.....oh, he's 6 - just seeing if you were paying attention!
Now, this last picture is what can go wrong with fake boobage. I walked out of a patient's room several years ago and looked down to discover that my stethoscope had landed between my bra and myself when I put it around my neck! I'm hoping the family just thought that I had a creative place to store my stethoscope, a shelf if you will; a stethoscope cozy, as it were. That was near the beginning of my journey on the road to full-figured womanhood, and lessons had to be learned. Ah, but those are stories for another day....
Now you tell me, but I think Jake would much rather waste away in Margaritaville than go look for buried treasure. But maybe he was just trying to strike a pirate-ly pose. Or maybe he was mad at the camera hogs on either side of him. But do please click on the picture and note the tiny hook for his left hand - you can't get cuter than that for only $4.08!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
He said, "What is that for anyway?"
I said, "You know, it's to hold your boobs."
He said, "But why do you need that? In case they're very long so they won't hang down like this and go boomba boomba boomba? Like that man we saw in Mimi's neighborhood who didn't have a shirt and his big belly was going boomba boomba boomba?"
Yes indeedy, to avoid the boomba boomba boomba; or in my case, the boomba boomba boomba.