We made a quick trip back to the hardware store for nails, wood glue and a hammer and then went back to the house to fix a bed. I am proud to say that bed will never break again. There are so many nails in it and so much glue on it that it is easily 10 times stronger now than it was before it broke. It’s been about 17 years since then and so far as I know our repair still holds. If anyone ever decides to climb under that bed they will be in for a surprise but it’s not my worry any more.
Thank you for your friendly greeting and personable manner. I really thought you were the exception to the usual indifference I normally get at the register. That is, until you scanned the Snickers bar that sat between the rye bread and shampoo and asked me if I wanted it. Oh wow. How rude. What makes you think it's for me (it was) and what makes you think I was going to eat it the minute I got in the car. ( I did.) You don't know me. You don't know that I had to eat lunch early so I could go to a meeting so by the time I dropped by your store on my way home from work I was starving. You don't know that I made it past the potato chip aisle without adding anything to my cart. Those crunchy salty little bastards were calling out to me but I stayed strong and moved on. You don't know that I spent a solid two minutes staring at the doughnut case trying to decide which was more fattening, glazed or chocolate frosted . You see I'm trying to eat better and make healthier choices. I'm trying to avoid sweets and things that are not good for me. I was pretty darn proud of how well I had navigated through your aisles and made it safely to the register with nothing bad in my cart. I would have been fine too if the woman in front of me didn't have an issue with her credit card. While you and she ironed it out my eyes wandered over to the candy display and most specifically to the Snickers bars. Unfortunately, Snickers are one of my favorites. In my mind I heard a voice say "Snickers really satisfies" and as if in a trance I picked it up and threw it on the belt. Well you know what happened next. So let me tell you something about me Lady…next time I've got a candy bar on my belt don't bother asking me if I want it for my purse….just give me the damn thing and no one gets hurt.
I like rocks. I’ve always had a thing for them. I have a bunch of them in my jewelry box and other places around the house. I’ve been accumulating them for years. I have a pretty decent sized one in my glove box. My family refers to it as my “rape rock” meaning if someone menacing ever comes near me they are going to get a rock upside the head. You can do many things with a rock. Did you know that if you are hiking in the woods on a hot day and you run out of water you can put a small stone in your mouth and it will help alleviate your feelings of thirst? I learned this from a scout leader on an actual hike in the woods. I didn’t put a rock in my mouth when she suggested it because I wasn’t actually dying of thirst; however this crazy lady was popping them in her mouth all day long. She only took it out when she wanted to eat her GORP. (GORP = good old raisins and peanuts which by the way would make you more thirsty in my opinion) Every time she said “Want some of my gorp?” I would seriously crack up. There may be a reason none of my kids stuck with scouting.
We've all heard the saying “A son is a son til he takes a wife; a daughter’s a daughter the rest of her life.” As the mother of two sons I have issues with this statement and now that my oldest is engaged to be married I like it even less. It’s true that my daughter and I remain very close and in fact having the shared experiences of being a wife and mother may have made us even closer. But who says I can’t stay close to my boys too? Why is a man supposed to only have room in his life for his wife? Doesn’t whoever wrote this understand that my sons wouldn’t be who they are today if it weren't for their mother? I didn’t pour my heart and soul in to these boys only to see them on holidays and at the occasional family gathering. I pray my sons’ future wives will see me as friend not foe.
A rock. If you have a rock why on earth wouldn't you take a picture of it?
The Wii remotes. Maybe he was trying to point out that I need to dust back here.
|His foot. Now this is a seriously cute foot.|
His puppy Spot. That Spot is always getting in to some kind of jam.
|His shoe and socks. See my beautiful daughter in the picture below? He gets his stinky feet from his Mama.|
|A picture of a picture of Mom and Dad.|
|He did this on purpose. He knows she gets on my nerves. Where are her parents and why is she allowed to go out exploring without an adult?|
This is sock puppet Mom. She has dread locks, listens to Bob Marley. eats tofu and doesn't shave her pits.
|Bob the Builder. He says "Can we fix it? Yes we can!" but I'm still waiting for this lazy SOB to hang a shelf in the guest room.|
|Random toys on my livingroom floor.|
|My favorite picture that he took. Lord how I love this face.|
I know everyone's favorite day of the work week is Friday but mine just might be Wednesday. No matter what kind of day I've had, the minute he gets in the car my troubles melt away. If that doesn't make for a favorite day I don't know what does.
What's This For?
Who the Freak?
Where's the Fridge?
Where's the Fish?
What's This Foolishness
Where's the Fire?
We’re Tasting Frosting