To my one faithful reader,
Sorry I haven't been blogging. I have not been inspired. I will continue to take a bloggy break until next Monday. Hope you come back.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I signed the boys up for the Pizza Hut book-it program. I received the coupons for a free personal pan pizza (monthly) but due to my wonderful organizational skills, I can not find them.
So I promised them that I would treat them to Pizza monthly if they did their reading.
Last night, I took them to a local Pizza place. I do believe it was senior citizen night because the room was full of them.
I notice several different kinds of pizzas on the buffet table. Cheese, pepperoni, sausage, sausage w/jalapenos and Canadian bacon. I bend down to ask UB which one he would like. "I'm thinking mom" he kept telling me. When he finally decided he wanted pepperoni, I look for it and it is gone.
I tell UB to pick another one. "Pepperoni mom" I explain to him that during the time that he was thinking about it, it finished.
He settles on sausage and cheese.
When I sit down to eat and look around at the seniors in the room, I notice a table with two senior couples. They have plates loaded full with pizza. I then realize what they had done.
On an empty chair next to one of the men is a pizza. The pepperoni pizza that mysteriously disappeared from the buffet table.
I then notice another empty chair with another pizza on it next to the other man.
So, I ask you, is it still considered a buffet when you have the pizza's at your table and don't share with anyone else?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Dear Speed Racer,
I'm not sure you are aware of this, but striped lines in front of the doors at the grocery store mean that pedestrians are walking and you should SLOW down.
Now, I'm no expert on line color and line details, but I do know that when you are driving and you see people walking with grocery bags in their hands or in the their shopping carts, you should slow down and not try to run them over.
The only reason that I didn't roll my shopping cart in your path is because my kids were with me. And I don't want them to think that it's OK to do that.
The only reason that I didn't walk straight onto your path and end up on your hood is because I was trying to keep my kids from getting run over.
So be prepared speed racer lady, next time you come zooming in front of me be hoping that I don't have my kids with me because I will jump out in front of you. And if you don't stop, then I will end up as your hood ornament and hold on for dear life as you either speed up
or stop and see if I have damaged your beautiful speeding car.
But don't be surprised if my shopping cart full of groceries paid for with Hubster's hard earned money ends up accidentally hitting your beautiful speeding car. It won't be my fault, the slope of the road made it go down by itself.
I'm warning you speed racer lady, be afraid , be very afraid.
angry mom with two kids who you almost ran over at the grocery store
Friday, November 14, 2008
10 years ago I married a wonderful man.
A man that has been encouraging when I've made mistakes.
A man that has been been a spiritual leader.
A man that has been supportive of me.
A man that has learned how to deal with a hormonal wife during two pregnancies.
A man that is a wonderful husband and a loving father.
A man that is my best friend.
While we have had our differences during these 10 years, we have grown closer together.
I thank God everyday for this wonderful man the He has placed in my life. This man that I look forward to continue to get to know as our likes and dislikes change with age.
As I celebrate my 10 years, I will look forward to many more years with this man called Hubster.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Yesterday, I had to have a procedure done that involved dropping my pants , taking deep breaths, then laying still.
I am taken from the waiting room by this young guy. Mid twenties at least.
He takes me to a cold, semi dark room and tells me to lay down on the table.
He then puts a sheet over my lower body and tells me to pull my pants down to above my knees.
I'm a little nervous about this whole thing so it doesn't amuse me at all.
I then have to take a deep breath, let it out, deep breath and hold it. Lie still.
This is done twice.
When It's all finished, the young man comes back to my side and says "We're done now. You can pull your pants back on."
By this time, I'm feeling relieved about the whole thing and look at him. He didn't realize how it sounded, but I couldn't hold it in anymore.
I burst out laughing.
He of course looked at me strange.
The whole thing was just funny to me at that time. Dropping my pants down, taking deep breaths, laying still, and then being told we're done.
And all of this just for a CAT scan.
For those of you that didn't know I was having this done, bet y'all thought it was something else.
Monday, November 10, 2008
The boys speak in two different, distinct slangs.
AB doesn't have one and UB has an Okie, Mexican slang.
Being from Texas, we say y'all, wanna, dontcha, yontoo and several more.
AB thinks he's from some upper class Okie area. He only speaks in complete sentences and corrects those that don't.
UB on the other hand, likes his slang.
He speaks just like the Okie's do. With a Mexican twist.
I try to encourage him to speak in complete sentences and use proper words because as much as I like my friends from Oklahoma, their hick slang is rubbing off on UB.
For example, people here say "I done did that" instead of "I already did that"
Or "let's go that a way" or how about "We done gone". Done is a very popular word 'round here.
And UB adds his hick language as well.
The sentence "The first man was Adam" is said in UB language "Thu fuirst ma-yn wus Aeedum"
With a strong Mexican accent finishing it all up.
So I guess I need to work on his English before he goes off to college because then he'll be telling his professors, "Y'all know I dun diyd thaut, so leut's go fiind the ma-yn thaut stole my horse. He dun goun and weynt that a way."
Friday, November 7, 2008
My mom used to be a teacher's aide. When the teacher's would get new stuff, she would be given some of the stuff that was not wanted anymore.
At this time, I was attending college and studying to get my degree in Elementary Education. I was working at the time and the job offer where I was working, along with the pay offer was more impressive than a teaching job.
So mom kept all these things hoping one day I would use my degree.
Here I am, using my degree, but not getting paid for it with real money. But I do say, the benefits are better.
Anyway, I have these little wooden figures that come in sets. One set is of Community workers, another set is a family and another set is of farm animals.
Even though they are old, they have come in handy. The boys enjoy playing with them.
The other day, the boys had all three sets all over the dining room table. They had their own little village going on.
I was working in the kitchen and AB kept hollering at me to tell me that UB was being 'sick'.
"What do you mean 'sick'" I asked?
"Well," he says "he keeps saying that the grandma is going to marry the little boy. That's just sick mom, she's too old for him."
Hmm, I say
"And he says that the old man is going to marry the little girl. That's even sicker. Tell him to stop being grosse mom."
So I tell UB to play nice.
Later, I hear this from AB "My horse is going to poop all over your living room. Then he's going to pee all over your couch."
Evil laugh from both boys.
I just love living in a house with boys.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Here is Jake. The boys made this scarecrow and named him Jake. I think Jake is going to be my riding companion in the car from now on. I'll use him as my target for adult conversation. That way, I know he'll never talk back, or correct me. I will always be right. At least to him. The boys had a blast going door to door begging for candy. Instead of saying Trick or treat, they would say "please". I've got some explaining to do.
I'm not really sure what or who they are supposed to be. Army guys with glow in the dark face paint that didn't really glow in the dark. Although, I'm not sure if they allow red chucks and flip flops in combat. Happy the clown joined us for some action.