Eleven weeks have
passed since I have felt complete.
The college boy's home.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Haiku Friday: the mommy heart edition
Eleven weeks have
passed since I have felt complete.
The college boy's home.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Followup is a bitch, ya know?
So ... after hilarity, then what?
The deepest pits of despair?
Maybe, but really my reasons for that are so immature and lame that I'm embarrassed to speak (write?) them aloud.
I messed up an audition for something I want pretty badly. Ever since returning from vacation, I have been sick -- with the accompanying vocal issues that I know well from years of "everytime I get sick, it turns into laryngitis."
I had postponed the audition once and didn't think a second postponement would go over well.
So I sang with, for lack of a better word, vocal crap.
And it showed.
And it made me feel like crap to sound like crap.
Oh well. Better luck next time.
We now return you to our regularly scheduled hilarity.
The deepest pits of despair?
Maybe, but really my reasons for that are so immature and lame that I'm embarrassed to speak (write?) them aloud.
I messed up an audition for something I want pretty badly. Ever since returning from vacation, I have been sick -- with the accompanying vocal issues that I know well from years of "everytime I get sick, it turns into laryngitis."
I had postponed the audition once and didn't think a second postponement would go over well.
So I sang with, for lack of a better word, vocal crap.
And it showed.
And it made me feel like crap to sound like crap.
Oh well. Better luck next time.
We now return you to our regularly scheduled hilarity.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Birthday dinner: more fun than a barrel of monkeys
Drama King turned 25 last week. Mind-boggling that I could be the mother of ANOTHER 25-year-old.
And yet, it's undeniably true.
Also undeniably true? That where there is a birthday in our family, there is a birthday dinner (all the others are buried in this category, if you need a little memory boost -- or a brain explosion).
So I present to you, with all my faculties about me, the craziness that was DK's party:
Drama King: So, Roo-girl, do you have a boyfriend?
The Roo-girl: *eyeroll*
Drama King: A girlfriend?
The Roo-girl: *glare*
Rocky: Hey, we don't judge here.
*pause*
Rocky: A hermaphrodite?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Drama King: We need to get Drummer Man to play World of Warcraft with us.
Rocky: Ooooh, yeah, we totally do. We can rope him into our obsession.
Drummer Man: Uh, no. I LIKE my relationship.
Fabulous Girlfriend: *giggle*
Drummer Man: You know, there was a whole Dr. Phil show about this ...
Ok, I'll admit, you really had to be there to think this is funny. DK and Rocky were laughing riotously, and Drummer was just so EARNEST.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Drama King: So, Fabulous Girlfriend, when are you going to make an honest man out of my brother?
Wonderhubby: Yeah, so he can stop all that stealing ...
Evil Mother: *smacking Wonderhubby HARD on the arm*
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Waitress: *with dessert tray* So we have a banana spring roll, and this is our flourless chocolate dome.
The Roo-girl: Ooooh. How do you do that? I didn't think that chocolate ...
Evil Mother: It's a flourless cake, Roo. A chocolate cake made in a dome, without flour.
The Roo-girl: *blushes a furious shade of red* Oh, I thought ...
Evil Mother: Oh. My. GAWD. You thought we were talking about FLOWERS.
*turning to waitress*
Evil Mother: Have you met my daughter? She's the BLONDE over there.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Really, there was so much more:
A precious, precious moment when the words "poke the piggy" were followed by "Who has the conch?" -- a reference to "Lord of the Flies" from the most unlikely source of all, J-bear, whose learning issues and reading problems are legendary.
Some kind of conversation that ended with me clapping my hand over my mouth as I uttered the words "When? At your wedding?" to Drummer Man and Fabulous Girlfriend.
A discussion of vagina dentata, a subject that Drama King is apparently obsessed with. Leading to the interesting inquiry by Rocky -- showing bad breeding that he OBVIOUSLY learned at Enemy University -- as to whether I personally was afflicted with such. ("I guess only Wonderhubby would care, huh," Rocky ultimately conceded.)
And there were photos, too, which I will add to this post later.
When I recover from the idea of vagina dentata.
And yet, it's undeniably true.
Also undeniably true? That where there is a birthday in our family, there is a birthday dinner (all the others are buried in this category, if you need a little memory boost -- or a brain explosion).
So I present to you, with all my faculties about me, the craziness that was DK's party:
Drama King: So, Roo-girl, do you have a boyfriend?
The Roo-girl: *eyeroll*
Drama King: A girlfriend?
The Roo-girl: *glare*
Rocky: Hey, we don't judge here.
*pause*
Rocky: A hermaphrodite?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Drama King: We need to get Drummer Man to play World of Warcraft with us.
Rocky: Ooooh, yeah, we totally do. We can rope him into our obsession.
Drummer Man: Uh, no. I LIKE my relationship.
Fabulous Girlfriend: *giggle*
Drummer Man: You know, there was a whole Dr. Phil show about this ...
Ok, I'll admit, you really had to be there to think this is funny. DK and Rocky were laughing riotously, and Drummer was just so EARNEST.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Drama King: So, Fabulous Girlfriend, when are you going to make an honest man out of my brother?
Wonderhubby: Yeah, so he can stop all that stealing ...
Evil Mother: *smacking Wonderhubby HARD on the arm*
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Waitress: *with dessert tray* So we have a banana spring roll, and this is our flourless chocolate dome.
The Roo-girl: Ooooh. How do you do that? I didn't think that chocolate ...
Evil Mother: It's a flourless cake, Roo. A chocolate cake made in a dome, without flour.
The Roo-girl: *blushes a furious shade of red* Oh, I thought ...
Evil Mother: Oh. My. GAWD. You thought we were talking about FLOWERS.
*turning to waitress*
Evil Mother: Have you met my daughter? She's the BLONDE over there.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Really, there was so much more:
A precious, precious moment when the words "poke the piggy" were followed by "Who has the conch?" -- a reference to "Lord of the Flies" from the most unlikely source of all, J-bear, whose learning issues and reading problems are legendary.
Some kind of conversation that ended with me clapping my hand over my mouth as I uttered the words "When? At your wedding?" to Drummer Man and Fabulous Girlfriend.
A discussion of vagina dentata, a subject that Drama King is apparently obsessed with. Leading to the interesting inquiry by Rocky -- showing bad breeding that he OBVIOUSLY learned at Enemy University -- as to whether I personally was afflicted with such. ("I guess only Wonderhubby would care, huh," Rocky ultimately conceded.)
And there were photos, too, which I will add to this post later.
When I recover from the idea of vagina dentata.
Monday, November 17, 2008
XX marks the spot
I knew I was in trouble when the results of my amnio came back with X chromosomes and no trace of Y.
I had three boys (and two stepsons at the time). I knew boys.
What is this pink, frilly thing of which you speak?
Please come visit me at Mid-Century Modern Moms.
I had three boys (and two stepsons at the time). I knew boys.
What is this pink, frilly thing of which you speak?
Please come visit me at Mid-Century Modern Moms.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Weekly Winners: November 9-15
What I did on my winter vacation, part 2 ...We got on a helicopter -- without doors ...
... and flew over waterfalls ...
... and felt the heat from red-hot lava flows ...
... and flew over lava-created coastlines ...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
'Ello, poppet!
This one was for her
Spikey Hawaiian flower:
Oahu blowhole:
And of course, the week would not be complete without a trip to the football field ...
Go --->here<--- for more weekly winners.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Haiku Friday: the airborne again edition
Are you sick of my
girl in the air? Well, too bad ...
Because I am not!
girl in the air? Well, too bad ...
Because I am not!
Final JV game of the season
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Fail and fail again (until I don't)
Ok, this is me in the confession mode again.
Perhaps it is that post-vacation thing. Or the fact that I brought some kind of creeping crud home with me from Hawaii. *cough sniffle hork cough*
Or perhaps my muse took a hike.
Whatever it is, it's SOMETHING. Back here, I announced fairly publicly that I had signed up for NaNoWriMo because it was time to tell my story.
Ask me how many words I have written of the 50,000 that I am supposed to have by Nov. 30.
Go ahead. Ask me.
Answer: zero.
It didn't help that we left for Hawaii in the early early morning hours of Nov. 2 and writing a novel about THAT subject while vacationing in paradise seemed a little ... ahem ... off-topic.
And yes, I could start now and muddle forward, but right now, I'm not really in the mood. Why? Dunno. Just not as ready as I thought, I guess.
I have the first line in my head, but that is as far as I could take it. I think it needs to percolate for a bit.
So I've put it aside.
Maybe next year.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
On a more pleasant topic, the ladies at Three Bay B Chicks bestowed on me this lovely award:
Those three chicks are pretty hip themselves. Check 'em out!
And ... my bbff (best bloggy friend forever) Holly is having a click fest at her place. All her ad revenue for the month of November is going to Food For the Poor.
So if you don't already read Anglophile Football Fanatic, go there immediately and click through her archives. Those who are hungry will thank you for it. (And I hear a rumor that on Monday, she will have a giveaway. Just sayin'.)
Perhaps it is that post-vacation thing. Or the fact that I brought some kind of creeping crud home with me from Hawaii. *cough sniffle hork cough*
Or perhaps my muse took a hike.
Whatever it is, it's SOMETHING. Back here, I announced fairly publicly that I had signed up for NaNoWriMo because it was time to tell my story.
Ask me how many words I have written of the 50,000 that I am supposed to have by Nov. 30.
Go ahead. Ask me.
Answer: zero.
It didn't help that we left for Hawaii in the early early morning hours of Nov. 2 and writing a novel about THAT subject while vacationing in paradise seemed a little ... ahem ... off-topic.
And yes, I could start now and muddle forward, but right now, I'm not really in the mood. Why? Dunno. Just not as ready as I thought, I guess.
I have the first line in my head, but that is as far as I could take it. I think it needs to percolate for a bit.
So I've put it aside.
Maybe next year.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
On a more pleasant topic, the ladies at Three Bay B Chicks bestowed on me this lovely award:
Those three chicks are pretty hip themselves. Check 'em out!And ... my bbff (best bloggy friend forever) Holly is having a click fest at her place. All her ad revenue for the month of November is going to Food For the Poor.
So if you don't already read Anglophile Football Fanatic, go there immediately and click through her archives. Those who are hungry will thank you for it. (And I hear a rumor that on Monday, she will have a giveaway. Just sayin'.)
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