Note to self...

I am going to begin making a list of how to be a better and more prepared mom. My list will start with those great mom's of preteen boys who have come before and are going boldly where no moms should have to go. Of course my list has to have my own personal adaptations

1. Don't have spanish club study groups-at my house, send them to some other mom's house (like Karen's)
2. Prepare for lots and lots of eating
3. Possible Dance moves-I will start learning them now so I can teach my sons-the competivite part of me cannot let them lose in any kind of middle school dance off.
4. Get a dog for middle school girls to fawn over and share their secrets with me
5. Learn how to yell so middle school boys will study-Oh wait take that one off, I got THAT covered

Ok there is the first five, I think I am good to go!

funks...

I hate funks, especially weekend funks. I hate the funks for which there is no known cause. Maybe it was having a wisdom tooth pulled and not being able to exercise, or the laying around I had to to, or the pain killers. Maybe it is my yearly "February" Funk. Who knows... So what do I do, I put on the mix of music I made for the BIG reunion this summer and blare it all through the house and think of each and every one of my friends and why I picked the songs I did...and I feel better

Here are some tidbit lyrics, can you name that tune/artist

Jesse is a friend....
Learning to fly, but I don't have wings...
On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses...(think hard gals)
Johnny used to work on the dock...

Owl watching

When I came home at dusk a couple of weeks ago and pulled into the garage there was this big "thing" on the eave of our house. I mean big. I get out and see that it is an owl. I rush in to tell Big Fry and he frantically comes out with his binocolars. We have seen him one other time fly off of our house so I offered to take him on an owl watching hunt. We get bundled up and trudge out through the bug field binoculars and camera in hand. We sit on a log and wait, enjoying the sunset and silence. No luck so we head back, where I glimpse a really big thing on the neighbors house. We secretly sit in her back yard and spy on it until if flys away. Big fry turns to me and says, "Wasnt that the most awesome, beautiful thing...I hate to say it mom but I almost felt like a tear want to come it was just so....I can't explain it"

Another lesson if we take the time to stop, observe, and enjoy. You are right big fry sometimes the most awesome things just can't be explained and shouldn't have to be.

a box of chocolates

Today was like a box of chocolates and I didn't like any of them. They were all those nasty hard pecan type ones, yuck

dimples

I love these wonderful deep thinking and reflecting posts you are doing. Why? Because the last few weeks by the time I get home I have nothing-I mean nothing-to give intellectually in my original thoughts or on my comments to you-sorry about that. All my reflecting and mental energy is gone by the time I walk out of the school doors. So if there is no deep thoughts to share I can at least provide you with some off the color humor.

Small Fry-(In the cartoon voice some of you have heard) Dohhhhhhh! mom today we were playing wall ball and I got hit right in the DIMPLE!
What makes this so funny that you ask?
1. He doesn't have dimples
2. He pointed to his nipple when he said it

Text from a 7 year old...

A little background info, I am texting hubby when the conversation turns weird:
Hubby: Q and I are watching everest
Me: Ah cool
Hubby: When you come home can you call my friend
Hubby: M
Me: Ummmm what friend
Hubby: My skoo
Me: Is this Q
Hubby: Yes
Me: I will call from school tomorrow, pinky swear
Hubby: You promise
Me: yes
Hubby: Ok
Hubby: Ok
Me: Almost home
Hubby: My party is at 3

Can you see why I am glad to I asked WHO was texting, this could have gone very badly between a husband and wife.

Boys....

And the men they will eventually become. I walk in to the swimming pool at the Y to pick up big fry, who of course did not remember to bring his swimming stuff. He is in the corner with some other 4/5 th grade boys who did not bring their swimming stuff. They are sitting on the bench in jeans with their shirts off intently looking at each other's under arms and belly buttons. I casually walk up and say "What's up guys?" Big fry looks at me and says, "Do I have black dots? Really do I, Look see, if I do it means I have hair". Me-"Ummmmm OK"

Still pondering...

So far Bobbi has posted new beginnings, Karen has posted about resolving, and Carey has posted about re-evaluating. I sit here with nothing...just pondering or really lacking of pondering. Haven't even sat down to think about the new year, new beginning, resolving or evaluating. It comes across my mind, like a small cloud shadows across a sidewalk-like OH I should be THINKING about what I want to do, be, change, improve or make better. And then it is gone..and then I think what is wrong with THIS, just my life, as it is-here and now. I would love to worry less, be grateful more. Exercise more and eat less. Relax and read more. Stop striving to be perfect and sometimes just stroll along instead. Then I think, but this is ME, all these things are ME. I may not be a perfect me or always the person I think I should be but here it is the whole package. The imperfect and human me-and I like her most of the time.

(OK I do really need to be working on the not worrying excessively and being grateful and the exercising and the....oh that would be the second guessing me-love her to!)

The Invisible Woman

I sent Karen an email my dad sent me, I tried to post it here but it just wouldn't go. It is a video from youtube called the Invisible Woman. If you type it in you should find the clip that has a blonde woman speaking. It is incredible, I cried-and you all know that takes alot. Watch it...her message reminds me of many of you and others who think their actions and words go unseen in this world, when in truth there is nothing farther from the truth.

The last feast...

The last feast was wonderful and NEEDS to be the end of it. Here is the menu:
"Nana" ham which is something similiar to Mel's meatballs and Sue's banana bread-it is the one thing you try to make but no one makes it as well as the person it originated from.
Honey Chipolte Baked beans-which will one day be "Cher's baked beans" I am no bragger but they rock
Cranberry Con-something or other from the barefoot contessa
Turtle cheesecake-ummmm the Sam's club variety-I just didn't have it in me to make a dessert.

There it is the inlaws went home full, we are all full and not it is time to take down the xmas stuff-doh Suree just texted hmm go out or undecorate.

PS I am still working on those new beginnings....

The last feast of the season

Note to self-do not make an annual dr appt where you will be weighed 2 days after the holiday season OR a couple of days during PMS. The number is not pretty.
With that in mind tomorrow is the LAST feast of this holiday season. The in-laws are coming up for a post-Christmas gathering due to bad weather last week and my parents are here also so planning a traditional dinner with all the trimmings. The goal is for everyone else to eat all the food and then I can start over!