Bright Sun and Finally Gone

This child is 7 1/2 years old.

This child just NOW lost his two front teeth.

This child has a mother who had 6 baby teeth pulled as a child herself because they wouldn't fall out.  Attached to the teeth were 1/2 inch roots.  

This child's mother took those "baby teeth" to show and tell in the 3rd grade and showed them as baby shark teeth.  No one questioned her.

This child was forced to look into the sun while I took his picture.

This child said, "Are we done?" 12teen times.

This child was a baby wanting his "baba" only yesterday.

This child will receive spankings with a paddle tonight for growing up.  I told him not to.

The rare aligning of stars

There's gotta be some kind of award given for a time in your life when everything falls into place.  Some kind of trophy or certificate to prove to yourself and those around you that it CAN, in fact, happen.  Or maybe to just remind yourself of such a time on a day when, say, your kid wakes up puking at 3am, the hair dryer breaks mid-dry, and you run out of gas.  

I'd frame that award and proudly display it in my entry way.  

With a spotlight.

That kind of stuff just doesn't happen on a regular basis.  So, when Veteran's Day approached you can imagine my delight when all of these things fell into place.

1. AV brilliantly and successfully honored Uncle Visor with pins for all to wear.

2. All of the Parks kids, gramma, and grand kids were healthy and happy and patiently waiting.

3. Brains tried out for and received the highest honor an 8th grade symphonic band member can achieve---Drum Major!  And he got to lead the band during our local Veteran's Day Parade.

4. PS. It didn't rain.  

What are the odds?

I'd better head to Vegas pronto.

Not a huge fan

Of Halloween, that is.

Orange and black?  

Least fave color combo. (unless you count peach and teal)

Spiders and bats?  

Least favorite creatures. (unless you count cockroaches and everyone knows that's a given)

Candy busting out of every seam? 

Least favorite thigh addition. (unless you count those high waisted, pleated Z Cavariccis from 1989)

But then something   magical   happens.  

Halloween night arrives and I get me some of this:

A little of this:

Some of this:

And a whole lotta this:

And I officially declare Halloween my most favorite holiday!! (for right now)  

I put a lot of thought and pondering into my opinions.

About as much thought and pondering as I put into those over sized shirts with the throw-pillow-like shoulder pads I wore circa 1990.

And we all know how that turned out.

By The Numbers

327--Number of times in the past 10 days that I've squealed or moaned while in the process of sitting or standing.  (I'm doing an 8 week Boot Camp with some friends and let's just say some of my muscles are re-introducing themselves to me.)


4-5 on average--Number of times I el-oh-el at something Char Char says to me each day.  For example, the other day while trying to figure out "popularity" he says to me.  "Well mom, I think that kids think I'm popular because of what I do at recess".  Me - What is that?  Him - "Well I started a club with my friends where we walk around real slow and gangster-like around the playground at recess.  I'm the president and I named it the Chuck Norris Club."


0--Number of times I've made my bed in the past week.  It's a block I'm having.  Sort of like writer's block.  But without creative thinking and staring at a computer screen.


1--Number of soccer games we've won while playing on the Adult Co-ed Soccer team (C league even). We've played about 8 games so far.  Math is hard but I'm pretty sure that's not a high percentage.  


Infinity--Number of times the jeans come out of my front loading washer twisted up into ropes/knots.  Any advise you may have would be appreciated.  I've tried different methods of  placing the pants in, re-shaping them before drying, letting them air dry, and even screaming at them and nothing helps.


3--Number of times I've walked past a tiny dog Halloween costume and considered buying one for our rat....ahem....terrier/chihuahua.


0.48--Numbers of seconds it took me to realize what the heck was I thinking and reason that I'm this close ::holding fingers together:: to losing all of the sanity I may have left.


4:30--Numbers on my clock when the alarm goes off every Mon-Fri for above mentioned Boot Camp.  Funny story about that.  When Boot Camp is over and we are driving home it's just after 6am and I've caught myself thinking, "They are just now exercising?"  What's happening to me?!

7--Number of days until myself, Aunt Visor, and my BabyBaby Sister (I know how much she loves it when I call her that) attend SYTYCD right here in B-town!!  I plan on taking video when AV shrieks with delight.

That's So Random

1. Have any of you watched the show "That's So Random" on Disney Channel?  I've found myself doing dishes or cooking dinner and suddenly I realize I've been standing still for 15 minutes not scrubbing a single dish or browning a single piece of meat.  I guess I'm still a kid at heart?  It's like a clean, younger version of Saturday Night Live and it makes my kids lollerz.


2.  Char Char is obsessed with Halloween.  Have I mentioned before?  He wants to DAILY decorate/craft/do something having to do with this holiday.  I'm not a huge fan of the deco for this one.  So, it's a stretch for me.  But I do enjoy seeing him do a happy dance in the kitchen when I show him the light up skeleton I got at TJ's today.  My only lament is that he no longer pronounces it "Hayoween".


3.  One more day of wearing these granny compression stockings!!  I knew you'd want to know.


4.  I've had a strange desire over the last 10 years or so to punch someone in the face.  Don't get me wrong, this isn't an anger issue.  And it really doesn't matter who it is (although if the local news weather person were standing in front of me that'd make is easier).  I just want to know what it feels like.  And, to be honest, I want to know if I throw a good punch or not.  So, maybe that local news person wouldn't be a good judge of my right hook.  Any volunteers let me know.


5. I've been sick for almost a month.  Not the lay-in-bed-can't-move sort of sick.  The just-enough-to-be-really-annoying-and-make-you-drag kind of sick. Still functioning in real life and stuff. Got a blood test.  Turns out I have mono!!!  I guess I've been kissing too many boys?  Either way, this is the note my child left me yesterday (spelling and punctuation exactly as written):


"mom i'm so sory that your sick so I desideed to rite a fu sentensis about you starteing now    
roses are red villets are blue shuger is sweet and so are you
heres another one       why are you sick you sholde'nt be sick because you sueer are nice and your the best mom in the whole world not because your butifull because you you and I love you so much your hair is made of medall"


6.  It finally changed weather around these parts.  63 high today.  Brrrrrr!!!


7. Prepare for the season of scarves on Memzy cuz I'm obsessed.


8. On a scale of 1 to 10 how lame is it to be obsessed with an accessory?


9. On a scale of 1 to 10 how amaze-ball are scarves?


10.  I hate cooking.  Did you know?  I DO it.  Trust me I do.  But I find no joy in the task.  I think my perfect world would be one in which I had a personal chef cook my families meals for us.  Also, I'd have a Diet soda fountain in my house......with foam cups and crushed ice.  And in that perfect world I could also run 5 miles a day and look like this:

Just Kidding.  I'd want to look like this actually.

It's happening

This is my gift to you.  A visual representation of my getting old.

What's that?  

Some glow in the dark paint accidentally fell on my leg?

A new fashion trend that Memzy is starting?

A sunblock application gone bad?

Nope.  I finally got my gargantuan varicose veins taken care of by way of injection last Friday.  I now get to wear these support stocking for two weeks.  Round the clock. I only had veins on the one leg, which goes against mine and my dad's very sound theory of body symmetry.  But I digress.  

I also have a pair in nude that cover both legs and look like granny pantyhose.  Very thick and reflective looking.  I wore those to church yesterday.  Without explanation.  I'm hoping there were conversations at the dinner table about it after church.  

One can only dream!! 

Motion Sickness

You might wanna take some dramamine and put on your finger brace cuz this getting back into the swing of things on my blog can produce motion sickness and finger cramps.


::ba da bum......CHA::

Team Captain Bossy Pants

Swagger wagons

Skuzzy hotel, er.....::throat clear::......MOtel

 J. Lightning and D. Firepants

J. Chop-Chop

Ummmm

B-Rad and A. Speedyface

K. Swiftly (aka Birthday boy) and wife J. Lightning

D. Firepants and P. Thunderdome

E.Z. Break-for-it and A. Hotfoot

Van 1

S. Meteor-Man and E-Dub CaptainPants

D. Cannonball and T. Hightail-it

Oh the places we ran....

Thanks to all my teammates who sent me their pics.  It was a group effort in more ways than one.  Now have a great weekend.  I have a feeling this is going to be the best Friday you've had all week.