Hee hee hee . . .

Weekend Plans

Another brilliantly funny commentary on married life. This is SO my daughter and son in law and their friends. LOL

It's Business Time

Ahhh, married love. . . This made me laugh so hard I nearly peed myself. Enjoy.

This is the future of our country?

Curlyboy is in a senior level AP Government class (i.e. college level work). They had an extra credit assignment to do a campaign poster for either presidential candidate. One of his female classmates did a poster that said: No experience, no citizenship, Nobama.

Yes, you read that right friendo. No citizenship. Curlyboy pointed out to her that you must be a U.S. citizen to be a senator or to run for president. My vote would be that this girl NOT get any extra credit. If you are in an AP Government class, as a senior, I'm thinking you should KNOW this little piece of trivia.

Lawd.

Word Up!

THIS is who I want to be for Halloween! My kind of superhero!!!!

Doggone it, Joe, this is funny!

Jilly Tales

You have not lived until you have heard a 2-year old girl singing the Imperial March from Star Wars . . . dum dum dum, dum da dum, dum da dum.

This child is already familiar with the music and all the characters, because her big brother is totally obsessed with Star Wars at the moment. They are going as Princess Leia and Darth Vader for Halloween. She refers to herslf as Yoda all the time, and they both do a pretty mean Yoda imitation. And, she has a keen sense of humor already. If you ASK her to do her Yoda imitation, she will say "Hmmm. Yoda" but rather than sounding just like Frank Oz (which she can), she says it, intentionally, in a high-pitched girly voice. And then grin from ear to ear and laugh. Cracks me up.

Overheard last night, a lovely tune sung by Jillian:

Darth Vaaaader, why are there so many songs about rainbows . . . one two three, four five six, ten eleven twelve, ladybugs came to the ladybug picniiiiic.

Like I said, a three ring circus. Of joy and laughter.

Chronicles of Sam

Overhead from my guest bathroom, where Sam was taking care of business:

Sam: Oh MAN!
Me, stepping around the corner in alarm . . .
Sam: Yeah, I think that will be enough. (as he pulled off one more foot or so of toilet paper to add to the bigger than a softball wad already in his hands . . .)
Me: Let me help you with that (laughing hysterically).
(Note: We used the appropriate portion, left the rest of the wad on the counter for the next seven or eight users . . .)

It's just a three ring circus, all the time. I love it.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy . . . (john lennon)

Here are some senior pics of my beautiful baby Curlyboy (I can call him that here cuz I don't think he reads my blog . . .)

These were done by Major Images in Arlington, Texas, by an amazing gifted photographer, Bobbie Jo Majors. We had so much fun at this photo shoot, and she really captured his true personality. He loved the photos, and so did we!

Proud much?

Jilly Tales

Conversation between Jillian (2) and her mother today:

Jilly: Can I take my shoes off?
Mommy: No.
(Sound of velcro coming loose)
Mommy: I told you no, leave your shoes on.
Jilly: Off.
Mommy: I said no.
Jilly: (scowling hilariously) Raaaaaarrrhhhhh.
Mommy: That was not nice. What do you say?
Jilly: Sorry.

Me: Struggling mightily NOT to laugh out loud at this exchange. Her facial expressions were priceless.

I suspect this is the beginning of many anecdotes to report . . .

Cardboard Testimony

This was sent to me by a good friend. It moved me more than anything has in a while.

Enjoy. Think. What would you write on your cardboard?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvDDc5RB6FQ

And now for the rest of the story . . .

So, Curlyboy is a senior at Martin High School. A longstanding Homecoming tradition for senior boys at Martin is the Fundancers. (And, if you happen to be reading this and are not from Texas, you might want to Google "homecoming" or "homecoming mums" just to read up on this Texas phenomenon of ridiculously oversized corsages/arm garters and all the other over the top traditions that accompany this most hallowed of all traditions in the most hallowed of all sports in Texas - high school football.)

So, Fundancers is a wholesome and heartwarming tradition where the senior boys, of all shapes and sizes, including big hulking football players (are you getting a visual here yet?) dress up as cheerleaders and the real cheerleaders teach them a dance routine, which they perform at the Homecoming pep rally. Hence, the aforementioned skirt - I should probably say the first one he's ever worn (that I know of . . .). Curlyboy advised me that "I've been waiting four years for this." So, being the beanpole that he is, he actually fit into a REAL cheerleading uniform, as evidenced here:

You know, you wish and hope and dream about all the wonderful things your child will accomplish in their high school career, and then they get to be part of the proud tradition of dressing up like a girl . . . makes a mother proud . . .

In case you were wondering (and you know you were), he is wearing boxers AND for extra coverage, a pair of white girls' Soffe shorts UNDER the aforementioned (in previous post) SKIRT. Said shorts had the letter R painted on them, as one highlight of the "dance routine" involved the boys lifting up the back of their skirts (or whatever else they had on if the skirts didn't fit) to spell out WARRIORS (the mascot) and some other words I could not read from my vantage point - this during a particularly slinky portion of the dance where they were sort of crawling forward on the floor in what might have been intended to be a "catlike" manner. SNORT.

At one point, he was also wearing some sort of sparkly silvery mask which you can see atop his curly head in the photos above. I particularly enjoyed the Caution Tape/Pageant Sash accent, and the red knee socks and matching headband are a jaunty touch (all his own idea - I did not have any input into this getup . . . er . . . ensemble). (Sorry, when I uploaded the pictures below, most of them are pretty small - I got them off Andy's Facebook so I can't make them bigger.)

Of course, the highlight of the routine, aside from the skirt-lifting, letter-embossed booty showing part, was the two boys who did tumbling runs across the gym at the beginning, and of course the stunts which involved tossing "flyers" in the air, a la REAL cheerleaders, and catching them. There was only one small problem - I believe the laws of nature dictate that if a bunch of very strong boys toss a smaller boy in the air, he will, ergo, fly VERY HIGH in the air. Meaning, 10 feet, maybe more, ABOVE THE HEADS of the tall boys doing the tossing.

This of course caused most of the adults in the room to gasp and say a quick Hail Mary that said flying boys would in fact be caught on their way back down. And they were. Mostly. One group had a bit of a stumble, but I don't think they actually dropped the boy, they just sort of fell over in a slow motion heap. But I did hear that a few were dropped during practice. They don't know their own strength, apparently. And high school senior boys will generally do pretty much anything, if someone suggests it and it sounds particularly ridiculous or foolhardy. In fact, the higher the exponential ridiculous and foolhardiness factor, the more you are pretty much guaranteed that they will do it. Fortunately, for the most part, this was just good, clean, ridiculous fun.

And of course, another Homecoming tradition is various theme days. Here is the Camo Day picture . . . see if you can find him hidden in the photo . . .

And just to show that Curlyboy cleans up pretty well when he wants to, here are a few photos from his regular Homecoming day attire and Homecoming game attire. The guys are all friends from school, and his date for the game was a girl he's known since they were babies in the church nursery. His girl is in college in Oklahoma, and the date is single, so they just decided to go together along with a big group of friends. Big fun was had by all.

Should have a few pics soon of his senior photo shoot, done by a totally gifted photographer who did some amazing work.

Can't believe it's his senior year. Fun. Exciting. Busy. *sniff*

A Little Teaser . . .

Overheard last night . . .

Andy: Well, this is the first time I've ever used the bathroom in a skirt . . .

Me: Laughing hysterically . . . I think I need to blog about this.

Andy: No, wait until we have pictures.


So, check back soon for the rest of the story, WITH PICTURES.


LOL

A New Chronicle of Sam

Walking down the hall at church on Sunday evening. Sam is lying on the floor outside his preschool choir classroom.

Me: Sam, what are you doing?
Sam: They made me come out here.
Teacher 1: (just inside door) Yes, he doesn't want to be part of the class today.
Me: Oh really, why not Sam?
Sam: They made me come out in the hall to sit.
Teacher 2: (Mom Lindsay) He would not behave himself. To Sam: Are you ready to come in and participate? This class is for big kids.
Sam: I want to PLAY.
Mommy: We are learning our songs now, we'll play later.
Sam: I'm HUNGRY.
Mommy: We'll have a snack after we learn our songs.
Sam: Starts kicking feet on floor having a small conniption.
Mommy: Okay, you can just stay out here since you won't be a big kid and participate.
Mommy goes back in room. Couple of beats of silence pass as I look at Sam.
Sam: Where are you going?
Me: I'm going home.
Sam: You can go on then. Waves dismissively.
Me: Well okay then.

I walk down the hall laughing silently to myself. Don't know if he was embarrassed or just didn't want me bothering his time out. LOL

Yeah, yeah, I know . . .

I haven't blogged since June. Been working full time and just never seem to find the time anymore. Trying to do better. So here's a short one.

Seen at my son's high school during open house: A sign posted outside the Little Theater asking cast members to go over their bios to make sure they are right. Here's the handwritten caption:

Please proff your bios.

I'm not lyin. I laughed out loud right there in the hall, then called Andy and told him. Higher education at work . . .

Yep, Pretty Much

I know, I know, I haven't posted in weeks and weeks. And I will, I promise. I'm in the throes of withdrawal from my lovely work-at-home job, having gone back to work full time out of the house. Sniff. My free blogging time has been considerably diminished.

But I just had to post this little gem, which I found on another blog . . .

ROFLMAO

I don't need to add anything to this one . . .


see more crazy cat pics

Seen recently at a local park . . .

Yesterday afternoon: Young boy alone in the middle of a huge grassy park, doing exuberant somersaults in the grass. Oh to have the joy and energy (not to mention the flexibility) of a child . . .

This morning: Two men, one with a fly fishing rod and one obviously instructing, practicing fly casting in the middle of this grassy park. Odd? Yes, but somehow appropriate. I stood and watched for several minutes. The motions of casting a fly rod are just lyrical.

I park right next to this open grassy park every day. I am curious to see what little slice of life it brings me next . . .

Whiny McWhinington

Sigh. I am in a weird mood. Not really a funk. Just a creatively blocked corner of frustration at not having endless amounts of time to actually deeply delve into figuring out which path of creativity I really feel the most passionate about. Writing, photography, painting, drawing, collage - whatever. I have hardly spent any time in my office lately - the office I so carefully arranged and partially decorated.

This going back to work thing came at a time when I was just getting going on the creative thing, and now . . . I'm just too tired to do much after about 8 at night. That's just how it is. And every weekend seems full of stuff. Perhaps summer will be better. No school activities. I don't plan to go to camp, maybe mission trip but not sure. I just want to spend my hours doing what I want to do for my own pleasure - is that too much to ask . . .? Don't answer that. Waaahhh.

I am not good at making efficient use of small blocks of time. I've figure out about myself that in order to do something creative, to get it flowing, I need to have a chunk of time where I don't have the thoughts of something else I have to do on the tail end of it chattering away in my mind. And when, really, is that EVER the case? Bleh. Even when I was home all the time, all the stuff I have to do was chattering in my mind. I need to go to a hypnotist and have them do something so that I can just let stuff GO, without it bugging me that it's not getting DONE. I seem to find time to email, and I've broken through my blogging block and do that pretty often now. But the rest . . . I think it's going to take a radical change in my DNA or something - or at least a radical change in how I approach my daily life.

Sigh.

New Books Have Arrived! Huzzah!

Just got my copy of Nice to Come Home To, by Rebecca Flowers, and Change of Heart, by Jodi Picoult. Most of you probably know who Jodi is, but if you do not, you must read something, anything, by her. She is fast hurtling toward Stephen King territory in name-recognition and number of bestselling books. She does not write horror, she writes what I would call "moral dilemma" fiction. No two books are the same, but they are always about hot button issues that get people talking.

Rebecca Flowers is an author I was not familiar with until I read an interview with her on Joshilyn Jackson's blog. Nice to Come Home To is her modern take on the Sense and Sensibility story, about two sisters and whether it is okay to "settle" rather than wait for your soul mate. I am really looking forward to reading it and posting my review here.

I currently have four books I am dying to read, and about ten more I want to read when I'm done with those. Plus I'm listening to The Mermaid Chair, by Sue Monk Kidd, in my car. And reading some really deep stuff for my online writing class.

Speaking of that . . . I still haven't set up my new writing blog (where this post really should go). I gotta do that . . .so I can post about my really amazingly cool and fun class.

Domani. (I'm going to start practicing my handful of Italian words, because Italian is my very FAVORITE language, and since reading Eat Pray Love, I want to learn more of it.)

Arrivederci. (that's two. . .)