Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Things that make you go ... HUH????

When you have adult children, there are some ... ahem ... things that you don't want to know.

Like I really don't want to know about my boys' sex lives. I mean I REALLY don't.

It's all better left to the imagination. Or not to be thought about at all.

When you LIVE with adult children, there are things you don't want to find in your laundry basket.

Like ... what the heck is THIS???


Let's get a little closer:


Ok, starting to get a little weirded out. What IS that?






Uh. WHAT???


So. Um. Yeah. Well.

I know what that LOOKED like ... and I wasn't sure I wanted to be touching it. So I approached Z-man's room tentatively.

"Is this yours?" I asked.

"NO!" he said loudly. "EW. What are you saying? God, please go away. No that is NOT mine."

"You know what it looks like, right? You're sure it's not yours?"


"NO NO NO NO NO. Gross."

So I walked away, less sure what I was holding in my hand.

And, as a shot in the dark, I walked to the Roo-girl's room.

"Um," I said hesitantly. "Is this yours?"

"Yeah," she said immediately.

Uh.

"It's my sock!"

Ohhhhhhh... yeah, now I see ... it's one of a pair. Like this:


Whew. I feel so much better.

I think.

Monday, September 20, 2010

If I only had a brain ... or her sense of humor

It's no secret that I've had a few problems with my back and sciatica since the middle of July.

It's certainly no secret among the members of my family, who are treated to a concert of whimpering and complaining and the pleasant visual of watching me hobble around, clearly favoring my left leg.

They alternatingly find me amusing and annoying because -- good golly Miss Molly! -- this has been going on for a looooooooong time already.

And so it was that I attempted to rise from a horizontal position to answer the beck and call of a certain Miss Roo, who needed to be driven somewhere.

Oh, wait, she needed to drive HERSELF somewhere, which, of course, required me in the passenger seat. But I digress.

"Come ON, Mom!" she urged.

"Wait a sec," I said crabbily. "I have to unhinge my joints or something."

She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and, through clenched teeth, she intoned in her best Tin Man voice:

"Oil can! Oil can!"

She really is hilarious.


Crossposted at Mid-Century Modern Moms

Monday, September 13, 2010

Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon

I believe in karma.

I believe that if I do something to someone, eventually the karma wheel will swing around and smack me upside the head.

I believe this with all my heart -- especially since I have seen it in action time and time again.

That karma wheel. It's the real-deal equalizer, at least in my experience.

Which is why I was a little surprised at myself when I despaired at being able to help the Roo-girl extricate herself from her mean-girl situation.

The usual excitement at the start of a fresh school year had been replaced by panic when she discovered that she and Ms. Mean Girl shared a math class in addition to cheer. We tried to move her schedule around to make it go away, but we were unable to find a solution.

Instead, Roo went to school with her head held high, determined to make it work somehow. She seemed to have the math class situation under control, but cheer? That was another story.

The situation was uncomfortable and showed no signs of solutionalizing itself. (And yes, that is TOO a word!)

Until the first official football game on Friday.

The coach and the adviser caught up with me as I raised my camera to start my job again as official team photographer. "Did you hear?" they asked me.

"Hear what?" I asked.

"Ms. Mean Girl quit the team," I was told.

WHAT?????

It's true. For whatever her reasons, the mean girl has turned in her uniform and removed herself from the squad, leaving Roo breathless with relief.

"Now it's my team, my friends, MY safe haven," she crowed after the game when we talked about it.

And the karma wheel swings around once again.

 Crossposted at Mid-Century Modern Moms

Thursday, September 9, 2010

May you be inscribed in the Book of Life ...

I posted this last year on Rosh Hashanah and wanted to share it again this year. It's not original -- it came by a friend via email -- and if I could source it, I would because it's brilliant.

May you enjoy your apples and honey



May you find it easy to give and receive



May you know when to surrender, and do so with grace



May you remember that some people's lives are parched dry ...
and be grateful for the abundance in yours



May you find beauty in unexpected places



May you carry your loads with ease amid sweetness



May you learn and teach well



May you move with as much joy and ease as you can



May your home be filled with fresh air and light



May your tense and angry times be short-lived ...



so that you come back quickly to your comfortable ol' self



May you be startled and delighted by new beginnings



May you find your uniqueness



May you play with friends...



and hear beautiful music



May you come to the surface for air when you need it



And may everything that hurts you also be a little funny

Have a wonderful 5771!!

L'shana tova ...
To a good year for us all.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

I have a few well-placed words for you, friend

I hurt in ways that I can't even express.

Not heart-hurt, although that never has been far from the surface this summer, what with mean-girl issues on the Roo front.

No, this is actual pain hurt. The kind that doesn't leave you alone no matter which position you sit/stand/lie in.

My sciatic nerve is on fire. It's an aggravation that originally started in my back but now crawls painfully down my left leg. It's also an experience I've had a few times before, but never this bad.


I have gotten relief in the past from swimming and even from the Eastern side of medicine -- acupuncture.

This time? Nothing is doing it. And living in pain on 800 mg of ibuprofen a couple times a day isn't the answer.

So I bit the bullet and actually went to a doctor, who ordered steroids for the inflammation, something a little stronger for the pain and x-rays so we could actually SEE what is going on with my back.

My doctor is a young guy I happen to like a lot. He's easy and approachable.

And we play Words With Friends together.

Words With Friends is an iPhone app for crossword/Scrabble freaks that is very addictive and consumes a fair amount of my phone playtime. I have a lot of games going -- and I have my good days and my bad -- but it is ALWAYS satisfying to whup the young doctor's highly intelligent kiester.

Another side benefit to WWF is the chat feature. It allows players to gloat about a 123-point word, moan about the lack of vowels, or just say hi.

I have occasionally traded conversation with the good doctor, but I try not cross our imaginary line between friendly game rivals and free medical advice.

So I'm just gonna say that I found his method of letting me know the preliminary results of my x-rays to be HILARIOUS:


And if you want to play WWF with me, it's Jsongbird4. Game on.
 
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