Football Is Over!
His pic. His post and Facebook status. He was very happy. The last game was actually Thursday of last week, but I am slow. The season ended with the team record of 4-5. Not a terrible finish. Too bad the last game had to be against an undefeated team. Seriously. 8-0? Man, they were good. At least we scored and didn’t get completely blown out like some of the other teams they played during the season. (Granted it was against the third string players but who cares. Points is points. Respect the pigskin.) And it was cold and windy and raining sideways for most of the afternoon. Football in the Midwest. Fun! Anyway. I just wanted to use this picture because he looks so cool and happy and thin. Now I have to keep him slim until the next sport starts in a few weeks. An indoor sport. I will keep you posted. And because I have 2 children, and my girl likes to see pictures of herself whenever possible, and she took a pretty cute picture of herself in his football helmet, I am putting it right below here. It’s not exactly a Pink October post but it will have to do for today. Later.
Your Boogers Are In The Chicken
This is the kind of thing I say on a regular basis in my house. We stay up way too late. When we stay up way too late, we get silly. When we get silly, we laugh and make jokes. When we laugh and make jokes, we sometimes say hurtful things to each other. When we say hurtful things to each other, one of us storms out of the room like a little bitch. When one of us storms out of the room like a little bitch, the rest of us just laugh harder. Don’t make the rest of us laugh harder. Stop being a cry baby. Put in a tampon and get back in the game. Wait. No. I think I might be mixing up my metaphors with commercials and football pep talking. At any rate, this whole scenario just played out in the living room about 10 minutes ago. Well, not that scenario. That scenario was based on the above chicken and my sister’s birthday present to my son. Cash and a box of Boogers. Leave it to my sister Noelle to find something gross and hilarious. And we keep all our “back-up” candy in the chicken. (That’s the candy that won’t get eaten right away, but we don’t throw out because you never know when you might need some sugar in any form available. You know, stuff like DumDum’s, Smarties, LifeSavers, Cheap Chocolate Coins, etc.) Like my cousin Linda just said to my daughter today, “We are silly people. It’s in our blood.” Yes. Yes we are. But sometimes it can be a curse. Deep sigh. Insert picture of “Boogers” here:
See? It’s my own fault. I am not a strict mom. I make too many jokes and am never serious enough. My kids like to run off the rails with their witty humor and fast comebacks. Because I let them. And they can. They have the good sense of humor that will be a bonus when they are older but can get them in serious trouble right now. And they like to use my own words against me. Usually I can get everybody back on track without a lot of effort. But this time there were too many wheels in the gravel and the cars were piling up behind the engine. Nobody was listening to the engineer. Me. And the only way to get the control back is to pretty much do a “Hancock” and stop that train dead in its tracks. What this means though, is that I have to get angry and abruptly end any kind of night we are having to get my point across and then send everybody off to bed. Unfortunately, just like in the movie it causes a lot of extra damage. Actually now that I’m thinking about it, it is exactly like that. Everybody starts complaining about the way the train was stopped and its like the train is still moving but now its slowly sliding down the side of a cliff into a ravine with a rapid river at the bottom. (Say that five times fast) It’s no good. Then the train falls into the water and lays there, still complaining, filling up and sputtering for air instead of just getting up, saying it’s sorry and being glad we are all still alive. I might have mixed up my metaphors again, but you get the idea. Focus is obviously not my strong point, at least not here, or when I write stuff down. I have lots of thoughts and slow typing fingers. And I can really lose my own track when I get going so I am not surprised that my kids may act the same way on occasion. Especially when it’s late. And they are tired. My kids have these crazy, smart, dazzling personalities that I am so impressed and fascinated by. I want them to have the big life. But sometimes they have got to just stop when I say stop. And that’s where our weak spot is. We don’t have a good switching system in place. We need a better way to flip the switch and change the direction of the train before it crashes into the abyss. We are working on that. Everyone is still in bed and this night is most definitely over, but we are all thinking about it a little more. And since we never end the night on a bad note, because you just never really do know what might happen, here’s another picture of that Booger box:
Picked out especially for you! Maybe tomorrow I better just post a breast cancer thing. I have a store display, so unmagnificent, to put up here, that you will be sorry you wasted any of your valuable computer time clicking over to my site to even look at. But it’s like a train wreck. You have to look. The picture. Not the site. Well, maybe the site too. Come on! What else are you gonna do?? Click. Scan. Move on. Oh, hey, one last stopping-the-train thing. Spider Man 2 has an excellent train stopping scene in it. I was going to use that as my movie reference but it’s not really a “dead stop” and the people are all grateful in the end. Not applicable to my situation. Plus I don’t feel tired after. I am just glad it’s finally quiet. Anyway it’s a good part in the movie. And finally, here’s one more, completely random, and unrelated to any of the above 900 words, picture, of my children doing something together, and in sync (Comma alert! That last sentence may be a record holder for me. Count em’ and weep.) Here’s that pic:
Nice Cell!
Thank you low census Monday and Columbus Day. I get to hang with my kids and they finished all their homework! Then we got to bowl, have dinner, watch movies and football and go to bed way too late when we all have to get up early tomorrow. From one, many. Goodnight all.
Cereal For The Cure
Saturday morning! No work! Getting another post in for Pink October! Didn’t even realize I had bought the “pink” cereal. So there’s the front.
Here’s the back. This is part of the Save Lids To Save Lives campaign. Yogurt is expanding out to cereal boxes. And other General Mills products. I’m not endorsing any one company, charity organization, or food group. Well maybe the food group. Boxed food is my kind of cooking. Anyway, this is just putting info out into the world. You pick your cause and how you want to contribute.
And since it is Saturday and all my original plans got canceled, I think I might post some other stuff too. For fun. Plus it turned cold on us here in the Midwest. Summer is over. Just like that. Thursday afternoon 82 to Saturday morning 34. I took Mason to football practice and then sat in a quiet house, in the overcast living room, on the big couch in the corner, drinking coffee, reading random written materials and playing games on my phone. It was nice. I think I might go shower now and put on a clean set of comfy clothes and get ready for a night in. The girl is going to a friends house and the boy is going to homecoming. My job is to drive and pick up and take pictures. I will also prob update some of the feature pages to the right there. Every now and then I like to add a new pic or change some wording around. I haven’t posted any street money in awhile, or a NY coffee cup, or even a magazine collection upgrade. I’ve recently added nursing mags to the growing pile of “things I look at every day but never actually read”.
I must also throw in a quick side note of thanks and appreciation to my fabulous and tolerant BF who only complains a little bit at a time and lets me squirrel away crap like this without totally blowing a gasket. I got rid of all the End Of The World clippings today and three magazines so far! (I bought the BF a semi-serious, humorous mix of facts and fun, daily desk calendar counting down the days to the end of the world this year, and he brings them home for me periodically to read. Good material. I have some posts in the hopper dedicated to our last days on Earth. But time really is running out, and at the rate that I post, if the world does end in December, none of this will matter. We will all die never knowing what hilarity I had in store for us! Oh, the humanity!) Anyway…3 mags and the loose papers. This might be the weekend honey! (OCD is a disease. Hoarding is a mental disorder. Don’t judge.)
Alright the day is moving forward. Let me wrap this up and try to go for the record of two posts in a day. After I take care of kid and house business. Until later then, I leave you with my pink kids. They took this pic of themselves just goofing around, but it’s good. They look happy and healthy and it’s one of my favs now.
Pink Feet!
I hope you don’t mind, my beautiful little girl! This pic reminds me of the pink ribbon. And I always liked this shot. These are good sturdy feet that will take you far! Be proud of everything that you are and that you will become! I know I am! Have to go work now! XO
just shy of pretty 