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I Am the Butt of Every Joke

Posted in Boys, Conversations I've had Recently, Ed the Awesome, Family Stories, I Couldn't Make This Up on May 17, 2013 | 2 Comments »

I’ve tried all manner of diets over the years and now, I’m trying the paleo diet.  It’s working for me and I feel good.  I haven’t made a big deal out of it with Ed or the boys, but it is obvious when I don’t eat some of the same things they eat.  I have told the men in my house about the finer details of my diet and they have run with it!

A couple of weeks ago, we were eating a big weekend breakfast at one of our favorite restaurants and I ordered coffee.  Here’s the thing though:  I don’t like cream in my coffee.  I like milk.  Cream is too thick for me.  So naturally, I asked for milk instead of cream.  My milk versus cream issue has absolutely nothing to do with my current diet, but my guys had to add in a few details for my request.

Ed started, “The milk should be whole milk from a cow that has only eaten organically grown grass.  It should also be a white cow with three large black spots.”

“The cow should be one born only in the month of October and not more than four years old,” said Logan.

Trip couldn’t be left out.  “And the cow should only have lived in Texas or in an adjoining state.”

I just smiled and asked if they could meet all of those requirements.  The server laughed and said, “Of course!”

Last weekend, we ate at the same restaurant.  I ordered an omelet and asked for a couple of things to be left out.  My requests were not unreasonable and the server said it would be easy to accommodate my requests.

Trip piped up first.  “The chicken which laid the eggs should be a white chicken.”

“It should have black spots, but the spots should only be on the chicken’s face,” supplied Ed.

Logan finished, “The chicken needs to have been born in the summer time of the last year.”

Our server was the same one who had heard their routine about the cow a couple of weeks prior and she was giggling at the onset of it.

My omelet was delicious!

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I Took the Boys to an Amazing Theater and They Made Me Feel Really Old

Posted in Boys, Conversations I've had Recently, Ed the Awesome, Family Stories, Parenting Awesomeness on January 27, 2013 | Leave a Comment »

Ed the Awesome has been working on a play for quite some time now.  He plays Rochefort in The Three Musketeers at our local community theater.  He has had to learn to stage fence and has grown out an amazing, mountain man beard, which he intends to shave a full thirty minutes after the last play is over.  Since he has been so busy, the little boys and I have had a ton of time to spend together.

Last Friday, the little boys and I went to the Rialto Theater in Denison with a friend of mine and her son.  It’s a fabulous old theater in downtown Denison which fortunately made it through all these years intact.  A couple of local guys bought it and renovated it, keeping the feeling of a fabulous old theater still in place.  The theater still has the original seats (I’m assuming) and curtains that can close across the screen.  The movie screen can be removed for stage performances.  It’s a really magical place and I’m glad they spent the time and energy to bring it back to life.

So Friday night, the boys and I went to see the original Superman at the Rialto with a couple of friends.  I told them in the car on the way home what our plans were for the evening and they had a few questions about the movie.

Logan:  “How long ago was it made?”

Me:  “1978.”

Trip:  “Was it in black and white?”

Me:  “Just how old do you think I am?”

Trip:  “You’re 34.”

Me:  “When do you think they started making movies in color?”

Trip:  “1993.”

Me:  “You little demon!”

Logan couldn’t speak because he was laughing so hard.

So we got there right as the movie was starting.  There was no one else in line, so we bought our tickets and helped ensure they would remain open by buying stuff at the concession stand I would normally have insisted we get at the grocery store first and three drinks instead of one.  The three boys raced up the stairs to sit in the balcony and my friend and I dutifully followed, while I said just loud enough for them to hear as they were going up the stairs that there were ghosts up there who might get them.  They ignored me.

We sat on wooden seats and watched Superman on a far bigger screen than would fit in someone’s house with theater quality surround sound.  I laughed at the hairstyles from the ’70′s and at some of the special effects.  The boys were entranced, or at least they were during the action scenes.  Not one of them cared for the romantic scenes.  My friend and I must have been asked 12,837 times during those sweet, romantic scenes when the movie would be over because they were grossed out.  Fortunately, action scenes followed.

Being the dutiful blogger I am, ahem, I took more pictures in the dark with no flash.  You’re welcome.

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You Just Never Know What Might Be Hiding Under The Bed…

Posted in Boys, Conversations I've had Recently, Dogs, Ed the Awesome, Family Stories, My freakish delusions, Oma on July 1, 2012 | 1 Comment »

Ed’s parents have taken a little vacation, a long weekend, just the two of them.  They asked Ed to look after their dogs while they were gone.  Of course, he said yes.  Said he’d even be happy to do it.  It’s a real honest-to-goodness vacation for them and it’s been far too long since their last one. 

So tonight, after Ed and the boys and I watched a movie (Brave–loved it!) and had dinner (Tex-Mex–awesome!!), we dropped in at his parents house to feed the dogs and give them some attention.  Sir Patrick Mayo is a standard French poodle.  He’s champagne colored and likes getting his hair cut and styled like a fluffy 80′s perm until Ed reminds him what a waste of time his pride is and then he sulks.  There’s Julie the Boston Bulldog who is absolutely positive that she’s the top dog and she will take down any male dog who tests her authority.  Yes, being a Boston Bulldog, she only weighs 20 pounds.  She’s still top dog!  :)   And then there’s Burban, the pup of their pack.  He’s a full blood mutt who happens to be mostly black with a small white patch on his chest.  He was named Burban because my in-laws found him sleeping in their garage as a puppy underneath the suburban.  If my mother-in-law had accidentally put the car into drive instead of reverse, things would’ve turned out badly.  Fortunately for all of us, she didnt’.   Burban most enjoys chasing after cats and boys and Julie and wreaking havoc wherever possible.  It’s just that everything is so exciting and he has too much energy and he’s really not sure what to do with all that energy!

Once Julie and Burban had licked their bowls clean and Patrick refused to admit there was food in his bowl or that his body required any sort of sustenance, we let all the dogs run through the house and chase after the boys.  That is why you have children, right?  To wear down the dogs?  Anyway, the dogs and the boys made multiple trips up and down the long hall and scattered the rugs and absolutely nothing fragile was broken.  After the dogs and the boys looked sufficiently tired, the young dogs were put in the back yard and Ed and I went to find Sir Patrick Mayo.  Sir Patrick Mayo was cowering on top of Ed’s parents bed and shivering because he absolutely knew he had been abandoned and his people were never coming back.

And then, I noticed it.  My dear in-laws, most likely my father-in-law, had taken louvered doors-the quarter width ones you might have found on a closet door back in the 80′s- and propped them up along both sides of the bed.  There has always been a wooden box at the foot of the bed so the dogs could easily climb onto the bed. But this, this was too much.  Their bedroom has a dark, gothic feel to it anyway, but now, you can’t see under the bed at all!  It totally freaked me out!  You have no idea what might be hiding under the bed waiting to grab your foot while you’re sleeping!  Mummy?  Vampire?  Crazed Murderer?  Werewolf?  Zombie?  Alien?  You have no idea!  Any one of them could be under the bed and you would be totally unaware!

I told Ed and the boys about this.  I described the fear with which one might be jolted when said unknown creature grabbed their sleeping foot and pulled them under the bed and started eating their organs.  I even demonstrated the scream which might slip from their mouths.

They all looked at me like I was crazy.

“Where do you get this stuff?” asked Logan.  (He can be a cynical little monster some times.)

“Dude,”  I said, “You don’t understand!  Oma made me watch all of the scary movies when I was your age.  She wouldn’t let me go to sleep.  She made me watch every single scary movie ever made just because she didn’t want to watch them by herself.  She said she was preparing me for a potential attack.  I mean really, if a poltergeist was going to target just one person, it would be her and not me.  The point is, I know all about these kinds of things and you always leave the space under the bed within clear sight so you can see any monsters under the bed!  It should be a law!”

“Mom,  you’re weird,” said Trip.

“I don’t want to watch any more movies with you, Mom,” said Logan.

I think Ed just rolled his eyes at my histrionics.

I might have seen a zombie hand pushing the louvered door out of its way.

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Ranger Games and Family Meetings

Posted in Baseball, Boys, Family Stories, Trip on May 9, 2012 | 1 Comment »

There’s something awesome that happens when you have seventeen first cousins (I think it’s 17, it might be more) on one side of your family and most of them live within driving distance.  There’s a fairly good chance you can end up at the same sporting event or movie or any other activity or restaurant imaginable just because there are so many of us.  For the first Ranger game that Ed and I saw this year with the boys, my cousins Ashley and Crista were there along with their SO’s and some other friends.  I found them on their side first.

And then they found us in our seats.  Trip got to ask Ashley about his newest cousin/her son.  That little boy loves babies!

And that was the sweet face Trip showed them!  Yep, he was covered in cinnamon and sugar from his pretzel.  Kids need sugar at an event like this!  It should be law!

It makes them crash harder on the way home! 

Now you can say you learned something today!

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Jacob’s Birthday Celebration

Posted in Family Stories, Parts of this may be true on April 23, 2012 | 1 Comment »

This is the blueberry cake with raspberry icing that Jacob’s girlfriend’s mom, Pam, made.  It was fantastic!  Raspberry icing is every bit as delicious as it sounds.

(This was several weeks ago, but Brie asked so sweetly if I’d put our night up on my blog and how could I refuse?)

On Jacob’s birthday, there were eight of us who went out to dinner:  Jacob (obviously), Brie (his girlfriend), me, Ed, the boys, Mom (aka Oma), and Brian (our baby brother).  We went to one of those Chinese restaurants where they cook fried rice and meat in front of you with enough salt and butter to make our Mom happy and we also had some sushi.  Jacob and Brie had early Easter plans for the next day, so after dinner, we went back to Mom’s house and the little boys played video games while the adults sat around the kitchen table having a great conversation and trying to make each other blush.  (I may have been the only one who blushed.)  We all took turns trying to make Mom laugh so hard she choked.  We were successful!

I had plans with Mia and Misty from Ed’s office to go out for drinks and possibly a drag queen show at the local gay bar.  Mia assured Misty that I am great fun when you drink with me.  I’m not quite sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.  (Am I such an ass that it requires drinks to make me tolerable or am I the life of the party?  I’ll go with life of the party!)

Jacob and Brie suggested  that we could all go out together the next night and it was a fantastic idea!

I met Jacob and Brie along with one of Brie’s best friends and a friend of Jacob’s from high school at a local pub.  Mia met us shortly after she got her kids up to her sister in Oklahoma.  There were plenty of drinks shared.  Brie declared it a boys night because when Jacob had previously declared a girls night, he got sloppy drunk and Brie wanted to get a little tipsy and not have to babysit her boyfriend.  I told her that was a fantastic idea.

(Everything that she says is a fantastic idea.  I love her!  Can I have her for a sister?)

We all piled into my suburban and headed to the gay bar.  I had no idea where it was, so Mia in the last row was yelling directions at me. 

At least we live in a smallish town and I know my way around pretty well.

(As the responsible adult (read old as hell) that I am, I didn’t drink since I was driving.  Blah!  It’s a good thing my kids go to bed early so I can drink at home!)

So we finally ended up at the gay bar and apparently, I am a geriatric old fuddy duddy because I expected the party to be in full swing.  It wasn’t.  There was hardly anyone there.  Normal people would have realized that at 9:30 on a Saturday night, no one has left their house yet, let alone started the party!

So, we stayed there.  Everyone else ordered beers.  The bartender offered to pay all of Jacob’s bills for life.  (He far underestimated how expensive it is to keep my brother happy.)

Jacob’s friend from high school (he’s my friend too) and Brie’s friend were overwhelmed by the ambience, so they went to play pool at the one pool table in the joint.  The pool table was in a secluded room behind a curtained wall.

The pool table room also turned out to be the dressing room for the evening’s entertainment!

We stayed for an hour waiting for the show to start.  Jacob asked Brie repeatedly where the “strippers” were and told her he was so excited that she’s brought him to a strip club for his birthday.

And then the bartender who had taken such a liking to my dear, sweet brother passed behind Jacob and oinked at him.  Like a pig. 

I’m still not sure what that meant.

And then the show finally started.  The first performer was at least 6 1/2 feet tall and was wearing 6 inch heels and had another 6 inches of hair.  She danced and lip synced to the music.  Mia gave Jacob a dollar and Jacob found a place to put the dollar.

The first dancer, whose name now eludes me, turned out to be the emcee for the night.  The first thing she demanded to know from the audience was where all the straight men were.  Jacob yelled and pointed to himself and may have gotten on top of a stool to make himself taller.  (We’re some short people.  He had to do something.)  Then she asked about straight women, lesbians and gay men.  There were significantly more whoops and hollers than there had been for the straight men.

Like any good emcee, she approached Jacob who had proclaimed himself to be the one different person in the bar.

“What’s you name, big boy?” she asked.

“MY NAME IS JACOB!  IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” yelled Jacob into the microphone.

Their conversation went downhill from there. 

We stayed to watch 6 or 7 more dances and Jacob put dollars down the dresses of every dancer.

He’s a gentleman like that!

We finally acquiesced to our friends’ pleas to go somewhere a little more mainstream.  (I think they were really just miffed that their pool table was stolen.)

We piled back into the Suburban and headed to a local bar which had a live band playing.  Everyone else had a couple more rounds of beers and ciders.  I got a diet coke BECAUSE I AM A WILD WOMAN!!  (Someone had to drive.)  There was a little arm wrestling match at the table just like back in high school.

My exciting discover of the night was  that if you clink a full beer bottle onto the mouth of another beer bottle with a little force, the beer on the bottom will spray beer foam for quite a distance.  Jacob was lucky enough to miss me with the beer foam!

We must’ve stayed there for an hour.  It was long enough for Jacob to arm wrestle and spill beer on the table at least four times.  The ladies discussed leaving and then informed the guys that it was time to leave.

As we were leaving, Jacob yelled, “My name is Jacob and it’s my birthday!”

Neither one of us is an attention hound.  He just can’t hear.  There may have been some broken beer bottles and bouncers chasing us out of the bar and threats of violence and the usual, end of a magnificent birthday party bloodshed. 

So really, kind of like a normal Saturday for us.

And that, dear friends, is what happened for my little brother’s birthday.

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Jacob’s Upcoming Birthday

Posted in Family Stories, Parts of this may be true on March 21, 2012 | 3 Comments »

My brother Jacob will be turning 31 on Friday.  He has requested a family dinner at P. F. Chang’s and a blueberry cake with raspberry icing and the word “Razzmadazzle” on this monstrosity of a cake from his girlfriend’s mother.  And her mother is willing to do this for him.  Her mother will also be enjoying a quiet evening with her son and his family, so she will not be eating this cake. Jacob has requested that the dinner be followed by a viewing of The Hunger Games with me and Ed and his gorgeous, tolerant girlfriend.  Friday also happens to be the opening night of said movie which generally makes Ed refuse to go anywhere near a theater, so I may neglect to mention that to my dear husband.  The boys will be sent home with their Oma after the family dinner so the young adults can go to the movie.  (Yes, I just called Ed a young adult.  I also called myself one.  I’m not sure which one is more shocking.)

Why am I writing about this event before it happens?  Because I know what will happen.  I have been to a movie with Jacob before.  Many times, in fact.  That generally happens when you grow up with someone.  Ed, however, has never been to a movie with Jacob.  Ed has also never been to a movie with my mother.  Jacob and my mother act exactly like my Logan did on our recent movie night, except Mom controls herself a little better in public and Jacob thinks the general public enjoys hearing his commentary during the movie.

Do you remember the comedian Sam Kinison? Do you remember the way he would scream into his microphone? “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH??? OOOOOOOHHHHHH??? OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!” Well, Jacob does that in same thing in response to different scenes in the movie.  He does the yelling thing throughout the entire movie.  He ends up tossing popcorn everywhere because he feels compelled to jump out of his seat when the action gets too intense.  He talks to the characters on the screen.  He talks to the people around him about the movie he’s watching.  He does this perfectly sober. With even one drink, no one will allow him into a theater. Or, at least no one will accompany him into a theater, so he generally doesn’t go to a movie after he’s had a drink or seven.

So Ed and I will be going to watch a movie with my extremely loud and attention seeking brother for his birthday. I don’t know whether or not Ed will be speaking to me afterwards. I doubt he’ll talk to Jacob until the next family event. The night does promise to be very entertaining though!

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Movie Nights

Posted in Boys, Ed the Awesome, Family Stories, Home on March 11, 2012 | 3 Comments »

Ed, aka Big Daddy Awesome, has decided that the boys should see some of the movies that he enjoyed from his childhood.  Most of these happen to be more kid friendly than what is currently available and I enjoy these movies too, so the early part of their spring break has been spent watching these movies.  We’ve watched C.H.O.M.P.S. and The Toy and Transylvania 6-5000.  We also watched Saturday the 14th, which happens to be a tiny bit scary, but only in a spoof movie sort of way.  We spent a rainy Saturday afternoon watching it.  Trip sat cuddled up to me.  Ed was laid out on his couch with back pain and a good view of the television.  Logan spent the entire two hours of the movie standing in the kitchen at the top of the two steps screaming at the television.

Logan,  “GET OUT OF THE WAY GIRL!  THE MONSTER IS GOING TO GET YOU!”

Ed, “Logan, stop screaming and sit down.”

Logan, jumping up and down, “I CAN’T!  THE MONSTER IS GOING TO GET THEM!  OH MY GOSH!  THERE’S ANOTHER MONSTER!”

Me, ”Logan, calm down!”

Logan, “IT’S SCARY!  CAN’T WE WATCH SOMETHING ELSE?  I DON’T LIKE SCARY MOVIES!”

Ed, “Logan, QUIT SCREAMING!”

Logan, “GET DOWN BOY!  THE MONSTER IS AFTER YOU!”

It was like watching a movie with my mother.  She’s never once watched a movie that she enjoyed without screaming at the television.  I am fairly sure that Logan hasn’t watched a scary movie with her yet.  When that does finally happen, I don’t know that anyone will actually hear any dialogue during the movie.

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Oatmeal Dreams

Posted in Boys, Family Stories, I Couldn't Make This Up, My freakish delusions, Oma on January 22, 2012 | 8 Comments »

Growing up, Mom would cook breakfast for us every weekend.  Cereal with milk was the norm for the week, but once Saturday rolled around, Mom would break out her Betty Crocker cookbook and open it to the breakfast section.  She didn’t really need the cookbook, but I think she opened it out of habit.  Mom would make pancakes and french toast and lots and lots of bacon.  Her repertoire also included some fantastic cinnamon toast, peanut butter and honey toast and oatmeal.  She would only ever cook one thing for breakfast, but whatever she cooked was bound to be delicious.  And what got me thinking about Mom’s Saturday morning breakfasts?  Well, I’ve been on a cleanse in an attempt to lose the holiday weight I have gained and I get to eat almost nothing.  In my food deprived state, I saw a breakfast tray for a patient in the hospital and it had oatmeal on it and the oatmeal seemed  absolutely decadent.  After drooling over hospital oatmeal (and not stealing a nibble from my patient!), I decided that the next weekend I was off, the boys were going to have hot off the stove oatmeal, made with butter and sugar.

That happened to be today.  I got out of bed at the perfectly reasonable time of 10:30 a.m. because the boys were begging for chicken nuggets and I told them they would be trying oatmeal today.  They moaned and groaned and made faces.  They whined and said they just wanted chicken nuggets.  I told them Oma used to make oatmeal for me with lots of butter and sugar.  Their ears perked up a little after I said sugar and butter, but only slightly.

So we all tromped down the stairs and I turned on cartoons for them and filled a pan with a bit of milk.  I then promptly forgot about the milk as I was getting the oatmeal and got distracted by my phone and the milk may have scorched a little bit.  I added in the oatmeal as the boys started whining again about starving to death.  I told them the oatmeal only had six more hours to cook and that I’d get it right to them.  They may have rolled their eyes at me, but i ignored them.  I stirred and stirred and then added more oatmeal because my concoction didn’t have the right consistency.  After it reached perfection, I divided the oatmeal into three bowls, added butter and sugar and brought breakfast to the table. 

And even I was a bit disappointed and I think I’d have been happier if I had just taken a bite of my patients oatmeal.  I don’t think she would have cared.  The oatmeal was good, it just didn’t live up to my expectations.  And my demon children hated it.  Logan absolutely refused to take a bite until I threatened him with housework.  Trip, who is a people pleaser and doesn’t like to hurt anyone’s feelings, ate as much as he thought was necessary to make me happy.

And Logan stopped after this bite.

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Our First Date

Posted in Ed the Awesome, Family Stories, Flatulence, Oma, Parts of this may be true on December 2, 2011 | 4 Comments »

Yesterday, Ed and I celebrated the twelve-year anniversary of our first date.  I pointed out the significance of the date to Ed and he got a little misty eyed and said, “Yeah, I remember that night so clearly.  It was like I was being arrested that night.  Three months later, I got arraigned.  And then in late July, I was sentenced to a lifetime of incarceration.”  I looked at him and smiled and said, “You say such sweet things to me!”  So he raised his eyebrow and said, “You know, if I’d committed murder, I’d already be eligible for parole.” He’s such a sweetheart!

I met Ed because my mother knew he was a sucker he would be a good man for me.  Mom said to me that there was a cute young lawyer who was just out of law school and she knew he was single because he didn’t bring a girlfriend to work or church with his parents, so I needed to get dressed up in my new blue suit and come to church with her.  So I did.  I didn’t get to meet Ed that day, but he did see me from across the church.  After church, Mom dragged me over to Ed’s parents and introduced me as her daughter who was of legal age and who would soon be able to bring in a respectable income.  No, really, that’s almost what she said verbatim.   Several weeks later, Ed came by Mom’s office to ask if I would think he was too old to date.  Mom said absolutely not even though I’d never dated anyone nearly as old as he was.  Ed got my phone number, along with half a dozen other ways to get a hold of me because Mom wanted to make sure that we started dating.  He called me a couple of days later and we talked for about an hour on the phone.  We arranged to go out the very next night because all first dates should happen on Wednesdays.  Ed picked me up in his white Dodge Ram.  We talked non-stop for the hour drive down to Dallas.  We had a three-hour meal at a fabulous steak house which was shockingly empty and had the most fantastic meal I’d ever enjoyed and we talked the whole time.  There was never an awkward silence.  Or maybe I am incapable of keeping my mouth shut.  Either way, there was great conversation between us.  And, I managed to only drop three pieces of silverware!  We then headed over to a theater to see the worst first date movie in the history of movies.  The last thing you want to see on a first date is marital discord and faked murders.  It just doesn’t set the right mood for romance.  You also don’t want to fart in a theater where you and your date are the only ones in the theater, especially on a first date, but I think Ed made up that part of the first date.  Or I blocked it from my memory.  Either way, I think Ed engages in revisionist history.  So after the horrible first date movie (which was a decent movie, just not for first dates), we started the hour drive back home with me yakking his ear off the whole time.  Towards the end of the drive, about ten miles from our town, Ed had to pull almost all the way onto the shoulder of the highway and I barely noticed because I was still talking and maybe because I was still a little tipsy and he asked if I’d noticed the SUV weaving all over the highway so I shut my mouth finally and watched as the SUV swerved and weaved and we were glad that there was so little traffic because the driver surely would have hit anyone who got in her path.  The SUV went over a hill and within seconds, we saw headlights bouncing all over the night sky as the SUV rolled over and over.  Ed slowed his truck to a crawl as we approached the  wreck and we were both sure that we were about to see someone critically injured or dead.  Instead, the driver opened the door and got out.  She was limping and we went over to help her.  The glass had busted out of most of the windows, but she was largely unhurt.  We stayed until the ambulance came to take the young woman to the hospital and then proceeded back to my house.  Ed walked me up to the front stoop and gave me a gentlemanly hug and asked me if he could take me out on another date because he had enjoyed talking to me.  At least, that’s the way I remember it.

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My New Project

Posted in Family Stories, Oma, The Hotness that is Me, Uncategorized on October 20, 2011 | Leave a Comment »

Hello everyone!  I have a new pet project and my poor blog has been neglected.  I am attempting to write a short story to be published on amazon.com!  Have you heard about this?  You can self publish on amazon!  I’m almost to the point where I can send my little story to my ‘editors’!  There is a story about this little short story I’m writing.  It started out as a competition between me and my brother Jacob.  The goal is to write a scary short story, get it copyrighted, and publish it on amazon.  The stories would then be given to our Mother to judge.  The winner is the one who scares her the most!  As of right now, it looks like I’m going to be winner by default, so I figured it would make a really good Christmas present for Mom.  Why would this be a great Christmas present for her?  Because she loves all things scary!  She used to make me and my brother stay up late on the weekends so we could watch scary movies with her because she didn’t want to watch them alone.  Poltergeist for a 6 year old?  Absolutely!  I can still remember the opening music for the Hitchhiker series.  So anyway, I’m hoping to clear up the middle part of my story, which is the part giving me trouble.  I’ll make an announcement when I finally get to publish.

In boy news, the munchkins have started playing flag football!  They’ve enjoyed playing and they both have scored a few touchdowns.  First grade is treating them reasonably well.  Trip remains as clumsy as ever.  One week, he bumped his eye on the corner of his table and managed to black his eye and exactly a week later, he managed to break his finger!  It was a hairline fracture and only required three stitches.  Trip watched the doctor put in every stitch because he’s not about to let someone do something to him without watching.  He might have some control issues.  I have no idea where he gets them.  I asked him if he wanted to be a doctor when he grows up and he said absolutely not!  He’s a trooper though and played football the next weekend.  He even scored a touchdown and ‘tackled’ quite a few of the opposing players.  Logan, try as he might, still has not managed to get a single scar anywhere on his body.

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