Sunday, October 28, 2007

Fun Monday #38: the security blanket edition

The lovely #38 hostess Karina says:

I want to see your security blankets. No, not the kind Linus carries around with him in the Charlie Brown cartoons, although, if you have one of those, by all means share it. What I want to see are the items you just cannot leave home without.

Well now. I do not have a Linus'ish blankie, though I will admit to having one as a baby. But there are several things I absolutely positively will NOT leave home without:

My phone. I feel absolutely NAKEY without it.

My watch. Any day that I walk out of the house without a watch on my wrist is a day that gives me non-stop ootchies (that's a technical term).

My wedding ring. All together now, "Awwwww." Yes, I'm a revoltingly happily married woman, and the ring on my finger is an important symbol.

And there ya have it. The things that give me comfort out in the cold, cruel world.

Now sign the "guest book" (so I know you were here!), and then go check out the other Fun Monday participants.

OK, I'm officially crazy

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Vegging out, a la Roo

The Roo-girl: I think I want to design a shirt that says "Vegetarian Pride." Then maybe it could have, like, a carrot and an apple on it ...
Evil mother: You know, apples scream when you eat them.
TRG: WHAT??!?!?!?!?!??!?!!
EM: *cackles loudly for at least 10 minutes*
TRG: Ohhhh, I'm so gullible.
EM: *ya think?*

Carpool Girl: I'm thinking of becoming a vegetarian.
The Roo-girl: Great idea!
CPG: Yeah, I just don't like the idea of eating something with a face on it.
Evil mother: You know, they don't actually HAVE faces when you eat them.
TRG: Yes, but they DID.
EM: *shakes head sadly and rolls eyes*
TRG: And that would be one less animal with a face that would get eaten.
*pause for dramatic effect*
TRG: Hey, I want to be ONE LESS!
Evil mother: You watch too many TV commercials.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Haiku Friday: the totally decrepit edition

Haiku Friday

Oh, my aching brain,
Now I'm officially old:
Senior discount card

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Tag, I'm it

Never been tagged for a meme before (GAWD, I'm green). I was tagged for this one by Mango Marie. There were originally two options. Marie picked one, but I'm lame and absent of any original ideas tonight, so I thought I'd bore all y'all with both. So here goes:

Rules for Meme #1
1. Link to your tagger and post rules. 2. Share 7 facts about yourself, some random and some weird. 3. Tag 7 people at the end of post and list their names. 4. Let them know they were tagged by a comment on their blog

1- I want an iPhone in the worst way, but ... um ... dollars are not allocated for that.

2- I wanted to be a teacher when I was younger. In fact, I was trying to write the application essay explaining why I wanted to go to education school when I realized I couldn't think of a single reason.

3- I don't have the cleaning gene.

4- I absolutely hate "I Love Lucy." I can't stand knowing that she's gonna get in trouble and have some 'splaining to do. It gives me the total ootchies to watch it all unfold.

5- I believe ice cream (especially coffee ice cream) is the perfect food, even more perfect than chocolate.

6- I once covered a women's boxing bout for a newspaper.

7- One of my favorite dinners is actually breakfast.

Meme #2 - 4 Questions & Answers
4 jobs you've had:
1- Secretary (for a transmission company)
2- Just about everything at a newspaper (reporter, editor, designer) except photographer ... though I did take photos for one of my own stories once.
3- A Gymboree teacher (yes, really -- and a damned good one too!)
4- A "fitness technician" at Curves.

4 movies I could watch over and over
1- Gone With the Wind
2- Dirty Dancing (swoon)
3- the original Star Wars trilogy
4- hmmm, not sure if I have a fourth

4 tv shoes I watch
1- House
2- Grey's Anatomy
3- Desperate Housewives
4- any CSI but Miami

4 places I've lived
1- Philadelphia
2- Los Angeles
3- Chicago
4- Santa Barbara, Ca.

4 favorite foods
1- Ice cream
2- Linguine with fresh spinach and mushroom and GARLIC
3- Chicken with pan-fried noodles
4- Cocoa Krispies :-)

4 favorite colors
1- Purple
2- Blue
3- Pink
4- Green

4 places I'd love to be right now
1- Tahiti (my dream vacation)
2- Hawaii
3- London
4- An Alaskan cruise

4 names I love but could/would not use for my children
1- Jordana
2- Tessa
3- I don't have any others to offer ...
4- because I already named four kids. I used up all the ones I liked anyway!

Ah, yes, meme heaven, eh? Don't you feel better for having read this crappola? Don't you feel we've bonded now? So... I'm not going to tag anyone in particular. If you want to play, you can pick one or do both and leave me a note.

I'll be here waiting.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Kibble and bit

A woman in line describing to her friend about her Halloween decorations: "Well, I have skeletons and webs and I have Einstein's Monster ... you know, the one with the flat head."

Hmmmm... separated at birth? (Yeah, a little Photoshop knowledge can be dangerous!)

JSongBird4 (03:59:19 pm): how's you?
Z-man (03:59:24 pm): good
Z-man (03:59:26 pm): today was beer day
JSongBird4 (03:59:44 pm): do you learn how to pour it or drink it? lol
Z-man (03:59:51 pm): we tasted
JSongBird4 (03:59:57 pm): really?
JSongBird4 (04:00:00 pm): they let you do that?
Z-man (04:00:04 pm): sip and spit
JSongBird4 (04:01:11 pm): oh

Z-man (04:03:01 pm): and today we uncorked wine bottles
Z-man (04:03:13 pm): so tomorrow is wine tasting
JSongBird4 (04:03:15 pm): hell of a life
Z-man (04:03:20 pm): haha
Z-man (04:03:22 pm): indeed
Z-man (04:06:22 pm): but it's definitely a fun class
Z-man (04:06:41 pm): though I had hoped that a sophomore international cuisine class would be able to churn out good foood
JSongBird4 (04:07:01 pm): uh oh. not getting fed well?
Z-man (04:07:24 pm): some things are okay
Z-man (04:07:28 pm): others are not even edible

Editor's note: The poor dear was used to a previous international cuisine class serving up chateaubriand for lunch. Sad.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Fun Monday #38: the clothing art edition

The lovely Willowtree is our host for this week's Fun Monday, and he wants to see some clothing art.

Meaning: Tee shirts, baseball caps, hoodies, sports uniforms or any bit of clothing that you or your kids own that has interesting, funny or artistic graphics.

I signed up to participate, figuring I could find SOMETHING, but I was not so sure.

Until Wednesday morning, when I opened the front door to find a chilly rain. So I dug back into the closet and pulled out my old standby denim jacket. I have had this jacket for more than 22 years, bought when my oldest boys were mere babies, and I totally love it. But every year I put it away when the weather warms up, and it stays in the closet until the temperature drops again.

It also tends to stop traffic when I wear it. Subtle it is not.

This jacket is truly one of my prize possessions ... and yet I consistently forget about it every summer until I am joyously reunited with it every fall.

So ... what's up with that, doc?

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Happy birthday to you, my love

I am a bad girl.

Thirty lashes with a wet noodle for me.

I was sooo involved in all my recent housekeeping chores for Fun Monday that I forgot (at least online) about the most important thing in my week.

The birthday of a very special person.

So without further ado, 54 reasons (in no particular order of importance) why I love my husband:

1. Random "I love you" text messages that always seem to come at JUST the right time.

2. He is my rock. Always there. Always there for me.

3. His hands. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh his hands.

4. He's a great kisser, too.

5. His even temper.

6. He puts up with my UNeven temper.

7. He puts up with me, period!

8. He checks the oil in my car every week.

9. When stuff breaks around here, no repairman is needed.

10. He does grocery shopping, cooking, laundry and he irons. People, do you understand me? HE IRONS!

11. He calls me during the workday, just to say hi.

12. He has taken on the emotional baggage that is my children -- and accepts it as his own.

13. He has taken the Roo-girl shopping at the mall, and it was HIS IDEA.

14. His spaghetti sauce is killer.

15. He tapes my favorite TV show ("House") on Tuesday nights while I'm at chorus, and doesn't watch it himself ... so we can watch it together the next day.

16. When I sheepishly admitted to him that I had started blogging (about a month after the fact), he grinned and said, "Ohhhhh, you did what I wanted you to do!"

17. He doesn't mind when I need to watch TV after he needs to go to sleep.

18. He doesn't snore (even though I do).

19. He doesn't complain about my snoring (too much), just gives me a gentle nudge to roll me over.

20. He is my personal thermo-nuclear device. No need for electric blankets in my house!

21. He has helped the Roo-girl with school projects, especially the constructiony kind.

22. That way I don't have to (cuz I am not the craft mom).

23. He has a family that loves me (frankly) more than my own does.

24. He sings in a vocal register that makes me totally swoon.

25. And he does it very very well.

26. He loves listening to me sing.

27. He comes to every performance I do.

28. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear.

29. I turn him on.

30. He turns me on.

31. He loves a good pedicure.

32. He tells probably the worst jokes ever.

33. And he cracks himself up.

34. Which is cool, because I love his laugh.

35. His smile lights up a room.

36. And he smiles when he sees me.

37. When we were dating (which wasn't really all that long ago), he would drive by my house early in the morning and leave a rose in my car-door handle.

38. He plays a kick-ass game of free cell.

39. He nearly always wins.

40. He knows the difference between "do me" and "hold me."

41. The twinkle in his eye.

42. He rubs my feet.

43. And my back.

44. He holds me at night.

45. He holds me during the day.

46. He kisses me goodbye every single morning without fail.

47. His patience is never-ending.

48. He always says, "Do you know what you get when you help a damsel in distress? A distressed damsel." But he never means me.

49. In spite of how damaged I was before we met.

50. He wears a wedding ring.

51. He tells me about his day. All about it.

52. Even though I don't always have a clue what he is talking about.

53. But that doesn't matter because he gives me more joy than I ever thought possible.

54. He is my happily ever after.

Happy birthday, baby. I love you for more than 54 reasons ... always and forever.

Friday, October 19, 2007


Let me set the scene for you.

The place: my car

The participants: The Roo-Girl, Carpool Girl and a large teal leopard print tote bag.

(And puh-leeeeeze tell me what is up with girls carrying totes instead of backpacks at this school? As if backpacks didn't interfere enough with posture... now we are all about leaning to one side!)

OK, I digress. Back to the drama at hand:

The Roo-girl: Oooh, cute bag! Is it Betsey Johnson?

Carpool girl: Thanks! Yes, it is. And if I get anything on it, my mom will kill me.

TRG: *nods knowingly*

CPG: I begged my mom to let me bring it. I promised I would do anything.

TRG: Wow.

CPG: Yeah, so I have had to bring her bowls of Trix and little stuff all morning. It was sooo annoying.

TRG: *sighing* The price of fashion ...

Haiku Friday: the bad dog edition

Haiku Friday

Will they ever learn?
They're too old for this nonsense:
Dog poop on the floor.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

A great eye-deah (that I blatantly stole)

My friend Simply Jenn posted something totally awesome yesterday: closeup photos of some of her kids' eyes.

I was totally captivated, and now I am totally stealing that idea because the Roo-girl? She has KILLER eyes. So I conned her into standing still and not glaring at me for 10 seconds and shot this:

They are mostly green (no matter what your computer monitor tells you right now), but they change with her mood and her outfit. I'd like to say she got them from me, but that would be a lie.

Mine are darker.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Trauma drama




Seriously, now I remember why I had writer's block.

Because I REALLY REALLY didn't want to think about this story.

Over the weekend, the Roo-girl and I went with my friend J and her 12-year-old daughter A on a shopping trip. (No, really, I DON'T spend every weekend shopping with the Roo. It just feels that way.)

So A was going to a party, and the dress they had bought just wasn't quite right. It had been purchased at a children's (oh how Roo-girl and A would hate to hear me call it that!) boutique-y store, and J asked us to come along for the return trip.

Apparently the selection of this particular dress had been quite an event, and the store is small (and J and A frequent this place), and so the salesgirl who had helped them knew them by name.

And was oh-so distressed that A had decided the dress was a little too mature for her (yay A!).

So there I am, standing there at the counter with J, A and the Roo, minding my own damned business, listening to the conversation about why A had changed her mind.

And then it happened.

"So, is this 'grandma'?" the salesgirl chirped, looking pointedly in my direction.


OK, let's back up here.

First, I admittedly have older -- totally grown -- children, who could easily have made me a grandma a couple times over by now. And I do NOT NOT NOT have a complex about BEING a grandma. In fact, I would love grandchildren. I just don't happen to believe that any of my children are ready to be parents!

Second, I am standing there with my teen-aged daughter.

Third, my friend J is in her 40s and I do NOT NOT NOT look like I could be her mother.

In her defense (if that is possible), the (very very young) salesgirl was mortified, and I admittedly did not make it easy for her to climb out of the cavernous hole she had dug for herself.

And, in the interest of not offending any grandmas out there, let me say that "grandma" does not equal "old" or "old-looking" (my mom would skin me alive if I ever said she looked old!).

I really do believe age is just a number, and you're only as old as you feel, and I do know that I look (and definitely act) at least semi-youthful, all things being equal. (Except ... um ... can someone please explain that old-man grunty thing that happens when I bend over to pick something up off the floor?) And seriously, I can't wait till I can spoil a grandchild of my own one day.


Oh, the agony.

So, I'm posting this photo ... just to prove that the ol' gal still has some moves left in her.

Rock on, Granny Janny!

Fun Monday debriefed

Wow, that was really FUUUUUNNNNN!!

Thanks to all of you who stopped by yesterday for Fun Monday. Hosting was a blast. I got to meet so many new people and found so many cool blogs to read. (Which is exactly what I need! More blogs! Yes!)

It's funny, though, while I was busy hostessing, I had a zillion stories I wanted to tell.

And now?

I can't remember any of 'em.

Writer's block.

Seriously. Total. Complete. Nothing. Zilch. Nada.

What the hell? I'm never at a loss for words.

Except now.

I'm pathetic.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Fun Monday #37: the Meet Cute edition

When people ask me how the Wonderhubby and I met, I always say the same thing:

He picked me up in a bar after he stalked me for a year and a half.

That always elicits laughs, although really it's the truth.

Around the middle of 2000, I had sufficiently recovered from enough of the emotional trauma of my previous marriage to start thinking about venturing out in public.

I confabbed with one of my single friends from chorus, and we decided (we're brilliant that way) that we should go places where we could meet people who shared our same interests/passions. Music was pretty much my world (other than kids and work, of course), so it seemed logical that we would end up ...


Yep. Karen and I started hanging out first at El Torito, which had a pretty good songlist, and eventually a different local Mexican restaurant that turned total karaoke bar on Friday and Saturday nights.

It was scary, of course. We started out hiding in the back of the room at a dark table, but we sing pretty well and got a bit of a reputation for quality. As regulars, we migrated eventually to sitting at the bar, which was where we were THAT NIGHT.

The door to the bar opened, and in walked a man. Pretty good looking, but I was not all that aware ... except ... um ... hey, he's walking across the dance floor directly toward me. And ...uh... WHOA, he's walking right up to me! And HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, he opened his mouth and spoke directly to me:

"Don't you sing with Pretty Decent Women's Chorus?"

Uh, yeah.

"Oh, I sing with Pretty Decent Men's Chorus."


He DID look a little familiar after all. So he sat down next to me, and we talked each other's ears off. He sang "I Believe in You" (a Don Williams country song) and on one of the choruses, he dropped his voice an octave into basso profundo range, and I nearly melted off my barstool. I sang "Looking Through Your Eyes," a song by Leanne Rimes, and he grinned at me like a schoolboy.

So... he really did pick me up in a bar.

(Wait! You said he stalked you for a year and a half!)

And so he did.

Because of the close relationship between our two choruses (many husband-wife combinations, including my director and her husband), he had been around places where I had been, including a chorus party where he saw me walking to my car with my two littlest ducklings (Z-man and Roo-girl) following close behind.

"Who's that?" he asked his friend.

"Don't go there," he was told.

And that was really the best advice ever. I was pretty raw then, and scared (and scarred), and probably would have run for the hills. And there would have gone any chance of the happy world I live in today.

So he waited. And he watched. And he waited. And he watched. And he waited some more.

And then he walked into that bar.

* * * * * * * *

It has been fun getting to meet you all. I'm off to read everyone's stories now! Next week, Willowtree from A Dingo's Got My Barbie (love that name) will be hosting. So go check him out and see what fun he will have in store for us next Monday.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Fun Monday #37: Meet Cute (edited)

The people have spoken and I must bend to their will!

So after a tough fight, which was neck-and-neck for more than 24 hours before option 2 broke away from the pack this afternoon, here is your Fun Monday assignment this week:

Describe your meeting with your spouse/significant other. I especially want to hear "meet cute" stories. And it doesn't have to be your actual current sig/other. Perhaps the "meet cute" story is a former boy/girlfriend... or even a best friend. Illustrate with photos, of course.

So get out there and dazzle us with your stories on Monday, October 15. The list of the participants so far is below. If you want to participate and are not on the list, leave a comment or email me directly.

Here's the scoop:

Pamela of The Dust Will Wait
Deb of What's the Magic Word?
Swampy of Anecdotes, Antidotes and Anodes (and oh, Swampy, you do make me laugh ... in an interplanetary sort of way)
Dawn of Colours of Dawn
Lisa of Lisa's Chaos
Nikki from Antics of a Crazy Mom
Simple Chic at Life So Simple (first-timer)
Patriot from Made in the USA
Kaytabug from Lady K
Joy T from A Spot of T
Beckie from Give It a Try
Libsmom from Bubble Writes
Her indoorsKaty from ... ahem ... her indoors
Karisma from Karisma and Kids
Retrohipster from Excrements and Chuckles (first-timer)
Peter from Holties House
Kerith from The Momdum Chronicles
Walker from Subtle Oak Flavor
Bethany from Ice Cream Mama
mjd from Return of the White Robin
ChrisB from Ms Cellania
Happy Working Mom from Happy Working Mom ;-)
Hootin'Anni from Hootin' Anni's
Dallas from
Misslionheart from A Place for Everything
Susan from A Slice of Life
Karmyn from Dreaming What Ifs
Alix from DC Days
Anglophile Football Fanatic from ... erm ... Anglophile Football Fanatic
Sayre from Sayre Smiles
Crown Princess from Ooh, a shiny pen
Sandy from Myanderings
Debs from 1 Crazy Stitcher
Min from Mama Drama
Robin from My Two Blessings
SwampAngel65 from A Florida Journal
My4kids from My 4 Kids ;-)
Fianna from Fianna's Little Internet Space
Robinella from Robinella's
Willowtree from A Dingo's Got My Barbie
Blue Momma from Life in the Fish Bowl
Karina from Candid Karina
Robin from Pensieve
Nora Bee from Whopping Cornbread (first-timer)
Christine from Are We There Yet?
Jenni from Prairie Air (posting Tuesday)
Kitten from Kitten's Homeschool
Tiggerland from Tiggerlane, the Neophyte Blogger (oh I loooove that name!)
Lil Mouse (Jill) from The Name Was Over the Door
Sirdar from Sirdar ... Just Sirdar (first-timer)
Deborah from the Humble Housewife
Stephanie from Mama Drama
Latecomer Serina Hope
and of course, ME:
Janet from From the Planet of Janet

It's not too late to join in the fun. Just let me know. (And if you are a first-timer, and I didn't designate you as such, let me know that too!)

(And -- obviously I'm addicted to parentheses -- I did take down the vote post. Otherwise it would bury my very funny Potty Talk post! Heh.) (*edited to add: kaytabug saved me and I have now put my original post back. Thanks, k!)

(AND ... because I obviously can't shut up ... can anyone who uses Blogger tell me now to change the dates on these damned things? In trying to keep THIS post at the top, I tried to trick it by making fake entries so I could just "edit" the fake ones into real ones.... and then, um, that made all my entries dated Saturday, Oct. 6. HELP!) (*edited to add: ok, that's fixed. Now, can anyone tell me how to do the strike-through? I'll figure out this blogging thing yet!) Yay. I know EVERYTHING now!

ANYWAY, back to the point: I have had a great time hosting so far. If you would like to take over the duties for next week, please email me at jsongbird4(at)aol(dot)com. *Edited to add: Still looking for a host for next week. Come on, guys. Don't make me have to stop this car! We have a volunteer! YAY!

It's a sickness (times two)

Hi, I'm Janet, and I'm a pedi-aholic.

There, I've said it out loud. Given a chance to do nothing or something, I pick pedicures. There is nothing on this planet like having your feet rubbed and then having your toes painted pretty colors. And today was no different. Plus I deserved it. (And no, I'm not being petulant because the Wonderhubby is STILL IN FREAKIN' IRELAND and I'm not! Oh, well, maybe a little.)

My toes are beeeyoooteeeful! The Roo-girl picked out an unusual color (light purple) and said I should do this. I know she was just yanking my chain, so she nearly choked on her gum when I said "OK, cool."

So here are my toes. Complete with flowers and sparkles. Ohhh, I'm in heaven. Just look:

The other sickness is just my warped sense of humor. The Roo and I were out (before the toe expedition) and wandered into a pet store. There on the racks of doggie toys was something that made me fall over in hysterics.

A little background: The two sister doggies are really getting on my nerves this weekend. For some reason, one or both of them have decided that the proper place to do their "business" is right outside my bedroom door. Or in the kids' hallway. Or on the couch. You getting the picture here? I'm living in Poo-ville and I'm definitely the Grinch about it. In fact this morning, I stumbled into the dark hallway in my favorite boots (fake Uggs) and stepped on what felt like a rock.

It wasn't. Lucky for you I couldn't bring myself to preserve the moment with photographic evidence. It was bad enough to have to clean it up. I really didn't want to remember it. My boots are ... oh ew.

So back to my story. Roo and I are in this pet store, and this is what we found in the dog toy department:

Omigod, it's a PLASTIC POO CHEW TOY. And you just GOTTA love the packaging. Please examine it closely, and you will see the joke.

And yes, we bought two. After all, we didn't want the pups trying to beat the crap out of each other.

I am special!

My friend Melodyann has quit smoking. It is a very hard thing and she is doing a good thing and I am using run-on sentences to tell everyone that I got my first EVER award from my friend Mel, who thinks I'm special because I listen to her whine about how hard it is.

So I am giving her a post of her very own. Because I'm special like that.

And I also think the award doodad is really cute. So there.

She's Melodyann ... and I'm not.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Haiku Friday: the I'm So Lonesome I Could Die edition

Haiku Friday

I'm not sleeping well
With my Wonder-hubby gone.
I count stars all night.

He's so far away,
Enjoying Ireland's beauty
Without me. Bastard.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Potty talk

Let's start with this premise: After years of being outnumbered in the boys-to-girls department, I have finally reached the moment when the estrogen empire overwhelms the testosterone tribe in my own home.

My oldest two boys are long out of the house (as well they should be at ages 23 and 26!); my Z-man is currently edumacating himself in faraway collegeland.

That leaves J-bear, the Roo-girl, two girlie dogs and me. (All those fish and turtles don't count, so don't go there.)

And in the other corner: Wonderhubby.

Now, I must say, when it comes to putting the seat down, Wonderhubby must have been well-trained as a child. I never have to worry that I will FALL IN in the middle of the night. Plus, he has been gone all week, and the ambient estrogen level in our house is rising by the second.

So it was with the utmost confidence that I raced to the bathroom after I got home from work today. (Side note: What the hell? Why is it that I never go before I leave work so I am always running straight to the bathroom when I get in the door? Second side note: How come the Roo-girl DOES THE EXACT SAME THING when she gets home from school? Is this genetic or something??)

OK, I digress.

To bring us back to the issue, it was (again) with the utmost confidence that I raced to the bathroom after I got home from work today.

And promptly FELL IN.

Yes, the cleaning lady had been here today.

Betrayed by one of my own kind.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Manly men, a la Roo

Little Miss Roo-girl has a part in the school musical. It's a small part (a featured singer and a can-can dancer... heh), but she is happy to be participating. And I, of course, am happy she is happy with what she got.

But here ... is ... what ... she ... said ... tonight:

"I'm so mad at Suzi (names changed to protect the guilty). She was SO mean to Martin today. I mean, she went right up to him and said, 'You probably would have gotten Frank (the male lead) if you were a little more manly.' "

And here, she stamped her little foot in aggravation.

"I mean, SERIOUSLY, that's just not cool to question Martin's masculinity!"

Uh. Yeah. Cuz 13-year-old boys are the very essence of masculinity anyway.

Monday, October 8, 2007

Fun Monday #37: you pick it!

Hi y'all. In a fit of bravery (or total stupidity), I have volunteered to be your hostess with the mostest for Fun Monday, the October 15 edition. And as is the custom, I will attempt to keep this post on top through the week.

I am pretty new to the blogworld and totally new to Fun Monday, though I really really enjoyed my first foray.

Anyway, I'm kind of a Nervous Nelly about this so I am asking for your kindness and assistance with picking next week's topic. (I am also a virgin on the poll thing, so if this doesn't work right ... well, that would kinda be typical!)


Here are some choices. I really did like the book one that has been kicking around for a couple weeks, so I am leaving that one as an option. I totally think that one is still viable. Eventually, it will be picked as the topic du jour!

Option 2: Describe your meeting with your spouse/significant other. I do understand that one blogger has an ongoing serial happening (I see you, Willowtree!) on a similar topic, but he could complete it as a Fun Monday grand finale! Anyway, I am really looking for "meet cute" stories. I have one that I am anxious to tell about how I met the Wonderhubby. Perhaps you have one, too. And it doesn't have to be your actual current sig/other. Perhaps the "meet cute" story is a former boy/girlfriend... or even a best friend. (I have a story for that too!)

Option 3: Weird pet behavior. We all love our pets, of course. But some of them are a little ... ahem ... weird. They drool, they take over your favorite chair, they sleep in poses that, er, show no shame. So, does your cat use the toilet? Do your fish swim upside down? Does your dog suck on stuffed animal noses and march her front feet up and down all freakin' night????? (Sorry, forgot myself there for a second. Yes, I have a story for THAT one too!) Write about it and document with photos, of course!


So there are some choices. What rocks your world? A decision will be made by Wednesday night to give you plenty of time to get yourself together for next Monday. And be kind. I told you I'm new at this! Also, you can start leaving your "I'm in" comments on this post. (You're in, right?)

What should the October 15 Fun Monday topic be?
The first book that impressed me or that I remember from childhood
How did you and your spouse or significant other meet?
My wonderful -- but TOTALLY WEIRD -- pet free polls

So, now that you have voted, see below for my Fun Monday: the view from my porch edition (finally!).

Fun Monday: the view from my porch

Things in my part of the country don't change much when it comes to the seasons. In fact, we have four rather unique seasons: Warm, Hot, Hotter'n Hell and Partly Cloudy With a Chance of Showers.

I jest, of course.

But I wouldn't know Fall if it fell on me. We don't get colorful leaf changes. We get green ... then dead and on the ground.

However, there is one thing that we get most of the year and was the reason I fell in love with my house. We had roses, roses and more roses.

Roses to the front of us.

Roses to the back of us.

And my trellis! Sigh.

But lest you think it's all gorgeous where I am, I leave you with this image of a project-in-progress. Eventually, it will be a fenced vegetable garden with new grass. But for now, it's just ... well ... gross.

OK, Wonderhubby, time to get digging!

Saturday, October 6, 2007

College and the family way **Edited! With Pictures!**

There is nothing -- and I mean NOTHING -- like spending the weekend with your college son and his little sister.

We are faraway collegeland for their family weekend. The planned "weekend" part is pretty dorky, but the "family" part is the best ever.

The Roo-girl and I flew in Thursday night/Friday morning (no lie... it was 2 a.m. before we got settled in a hotel room), so we didn't get to see Z-man until the next morning.

And let me tell you, there is nothing sweeter than a hug from a man-child who is happy to see his mother. Oh man, I could live for days on the feeling of contentment alone.

So here are some high points:

Listening to my children bicker in a loving way. ("You're DEAD to me, Z-man." "So's your face, Roo-girl.") Oh yeah, I have seriously missed this. (Really!)

Going out to dinner with my two youngest children and laughing our butts off.

Walking the city's famous pedestrian mall with my kids, arm-in-arm.

Watching a bagpiper play on the corner and seeing the unbridled joy on my daughter's face as she listened.

Listening to my little boy rattle off a zillion French culinary terms and knowing that he knows what he is talking about.

Taking a city tour, sponsored by the college, and seeing some really cool historical sites and amazing architecture.

The Roo-girl's first-ever cherry limeade from Sonic. (We get the commercials for Sonic at home, but I don't really think there is one in our half of the state. And no, I don't know why we get the commercials.)

Eating brunch at the campus dining room ... where, you will excuse me, they have an omelet bar, fresh fruit, pancakes, a belgian wafflemaker, any kind of eggs you want AND a cappucino machine. Did someone say dorm food?

Just hanging out in a hotel room, watching TV. Doing nothing is an underappreciated art.

And knowing that my children are enjoying being with me as much as I am enjoying being with them? Priceless.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Haiku Friday: the teen edition

Haiku Friday

But she's my best friend!
Now she isn't! Now she is!
Adolescent angst.

Rooty tooty fresh and fruity

Out of the mouths of babes ... and, er, teenage girls:

"There's a show called 'The History of the Bra' on the National Geographic Channel? Yeah, that's geographic, all right."

After seeing a commercial for a weight-loss product with an embarrassing side effect:
"Anal leakage? That's like urine ... What do you mean, it's not? It's what? Oh my gawd."

"Those jeans look really good on you, Mom. They make you look younger. You know, darker jeans are usually worn by younger people. And, it gives you a butt!" (Oh great)

Vocabulary test preparation
Mom: Next word is "prodded."
Roo-girl: I have no idea.
Mom: Um...
Roo-girl: Mom, I know Prada, not prodded.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Animal house

Our humble abode holds more pets than people -- if you consider fish to be "pets." I am iffy on this.

Personally, fish make me gag. I always dreaded the annual carnival when the kids would without fail bring home a goldfish. They would live ... oh, I don't know ... 24 hours. Then somehow, they would DIE. How that always happened, I'll never know (and will never tell).

Well, when the Wonder-hubby and J-bear moved in with us, her red-eared sliders came with. In a big-ass tank. Two of 'em. I don't like them any more than I like fish. I think I just have a problem with things that live in their own toilets.

Two red-eared sliders became three because, of course, the Roo-girl had to have one to join the turtle family. (Yes, I am going somewhere with this story.)

Carnival goldfish became sustenance for the turtles. Aha! At last, a place for fishies -- in the food chain!

Then, when she turned 16, J-bear got a job -- at a pet store -- and found herself in "fish and small animal care." Fish? Did someone say fish?

So first, it was just feeder fish for the turtles.

Then it was another BIG-ASS tank, with an oscar in it. The oscar needed friends, of course, so now there were some orange-y blood parrot fish things that come in pairs. And some other fish.

Let us not forget the turtles (although we did lose one of the originals, leaving only two now).

And of course, not to be outdone, the Roo-girl has her own tank of itty-bitty cutie fishies:

So life goes on with a bunch o' tanks. But before you know it, there are EVEN MORE tanks. J-bear's room is literally lined with tanks. The humidity in there is incredible. How did this happen? And have I mentioned that I hate fish?

Meet the occupant of tank no. 2:

And tank no. 3:

Now meeet Jack:

Due to my fantastic photography skills, you can't really tell that Jack is the biggest, baddest of them all. Jack is also the nastiest fish on the planet. Vicious. With fish teeth! that bite! It takes two to clean his tank: one to actually scrub it and the other to distract Jack so he doesn't bite your finger or GNAW ON THE AQUARIUM BRUSH!!!!! Ech.

I'm not done, either. In addition to the water creatures, there is a dry-land thing in that room too. This is Moe, the bearded dragon:

And don't forget the wonder-pups. And yes, it's OCD dog who is running away from the camera, and the normal one who just watches and shakes her head. Nut job.

And pay no attention to the Minnie Mouse sheets on the 13-year-old's bed. I don't know what came over me this week.
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