Are you a good friend?

Our best family friend, the husband is from Nova Scotia.  His dad still lives there.  Every other year, my bestie takes her (2) girls and goes and visits grandma and grandpa in Canada, while her husband remains here to work.  This was the year they left… for 6 WEEKS!

That’s almost all of the summer.  Our kids are used to seeing each other just about every single day.

So the day finally arrived, I suggested making a poster to welcome them back home.  “But mom, I don’t know how to draw and make our letters big on that roll of poster paper.”

Oh, silly child.  That’s what the computer is for…I will design some letters, print out, you both color, cut out the letter, and we’ll glue to the poster paper!  We did all this work, the attention to detail, marvelous!  We drove to their house, the dad let us in, we hung it…he left to LAX to pick the girls up…

…and I forgot to take a photo of our hard work to record that memory.  Luckily, my friend posted it on Facebook the following morning.  Because you see…

…The majority of the year, I’m not necessarily the best-est best friend a person could have, but this instant, damn it – I am!  We rocked it!  And  I needed that evidence to show just how awesome of a friend we are, even if it’s only 1 day of the year.  (but who’s tracking that?)

See…don’t you want to be our friend?  By the way, we got a concert to go to this weekend, can you watch our kids?

 

Power Powder

Coach told the kids, the trick to a tight swim cap is to “sprinkle” a little baby powder inside the cap so it doesn’t stick to itself and is easier to slide on your head.

One day, our 10-year-old daughter was really struggling with her cap and had it partially on her head, and eventually requested my help to pull it down further.  As I was pulling, my fingers slipped off the cap because powder residue had made it to the outside, and a piece of the cap tore OFF. When that happened, the cap snapped back onto her head and a big POOF of powder went into the air. (huh?)

She looked in HORROR at the teeniest, tiniest piece of plastic in my hand, screeched, and ripped the cap off her head and threw it on the ground. Chunks of powder fell to the patio – what the heck?  Looking at her, I couldn’t help but laugh, enraging her further,  as there were clumps of baby powder stuck to her curly hair. In her struggles, she had kept adding more powder to the cap thinking it would help.  I explained to her that only a little bit was sufficient. I suspect the entire mini travel bottle was used, but she insisted only a little was sprinkled.  Then why do you look like George Washington, honey?

 

Persuasive Argument?

A couple posts ago, I blogged about my husband being stuck out of town due to Southwest Airlines not having crews in place, and pilots to fly the planes.  After having his flight canceled twice, two consecutive days…he didn’t want to chance a third night, so he decided to drive home.  Of course,  at 9PM, the car rental place had limited cars, two, to be precise.  His options were a truck or a shiny, red mustang, for just $10.00 more.  I’m sure that was a tough choice there.

He drove from Sacramento to Orange County and had a great time.  He took a picture and posted to Facebook joking that the speedometer goes to 160 mph and he only got to 120.  (oh, boys…)

So, before returning the car the following day, he took me and the kids for a fun ride.  As we were exiting the vehicle, my hubby longingly looked at what I deemed a “ticket-waiting-to-happen,” and I told him to quickly return it because we don’t want anyone to ding it.  No damage before we can safely get it back on the lot.

It just so happens that my husband needs a new company car, something practical, that he can take customers out to lunch.  I could see the gears turning in his head.

Husband:  “That sure is a nice ride.”

Me: “Don’t get any ideas about having that as your next car, we have to pay for sports.” 

Husband, and 12-year-old son: “Yeah, sports…CAR.”

Husband: “It’s called a sports car, because after you buy that, you can no longer afford to pay for kids’ sports.”

My son: “Yeah, we don’t need to play sports when we have that.”

Wait. What? That is NOT logical. Let me answer that with a Hall and Oats tune.

Shake your Groove Thang

Both kids were up watching TV early Saturday morning. I decided to pull my 12-year-old son’s signature move. I ran and jumped in front of the TV (blocking their view) and shook my booty at them…all around… in a little dance. And I tossed my head back and laughed manically while doing it.

My 10- year old daughter was ticked off and yelled out,

“MOM!”

My son covered and rubbed his eyes,

“Ah, come on, I just woke up.”

I laughed even more. That was kinda fun. I can see why he does it to simply annoy his sister. (yeah, I don’t get out much these days)

Lucky Charms, Cat food, and green poop – A to Z Challenge

Letter L of A to Z challenge

Lucky Charms.  Are you certain it’s cereal?  Because the non-marshmallow pieces certainly look like cat food, with a sugar coating?  Just sayin’.

Here Kitty, Kitty. Meow-liciious

Normally, we don’t buy this cereal, but I thought it would be fun.  The thought about the cat food only hit as I was picking up pieces off the floor as my 12 year old son and 10 year old daughter polished off an entire box within a day and 1/2.

Well, except a tiny, itty bitty amount left that I ate… my son came strolling out of his room 30 minutes later, after his first bowl, and had a complete hissy-fit because the remaining tiny portion was gone.  Immediately, he charged his sister’s room to go yell at her.

Just before stopping him to admit my guilt,  the tiny Lucky Charms Leprechaun popped on my shoulder and in his Irish accent said,

What?

 “Oh, my stars!  Quick!  Blame it on the Trix Rabbit!”

But I fessed-up anyway:

“Dude, I ate it.  It was a tiny amount left and I wanted to throw out the box.”

OMG – MOMMMMMMMMM!  He marched into his room and slammed the door.

That was how I was able to compare my day to my husband’s.  Just to put it ALL into perspective for him.  At least, he didn’t have to deal with a Charms war.  Oh, and if you eat too much, it turns your poop GREEN.  Don’t ask me how I know that, not from experience or anything.

Kiddles – A to Z Challenge

Letter K of A to Z challenge

I was completely void of K words/phrases in my mind for the A to Z challenge.  I googled, “words that start with K,” and I’m so glad I did!  I have spent a good 15 minutes on this site that allows people to submit funny words and definitions.

From the site Bored at Uni

If you and your friends/family use words or phrases that only you know the meaning of, STOP BEING SO SELFISH!! Let everyone share your wisdom here and soon people from the other side of the world will be using it, if slightly mispronounced.

I scrolled through just the K letter alone and cracked up several times.  The other day, my 12 year old son told me (while I was dropping him off at school)

“No kiss, mom.  I’m going to give you a side- hug and that’s it, okay?” 

(meaning no full-body hug / kind of lean to the side and bump shoulders/pat each other on the back)  Pretty soon I’ll be lucky to even get a “fist-bump.”

I HAD NO CLUE, there’s a word for this:

Kiddles – That unwanted affection from parents to kids at un-cool times