In The Mind of A Thirtysomething Mom

Merry Christmas

I know I've slacked lately; please forgive me.

I wanted to take a moment to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

From our family to yours:

and the shot that shows the tadpoles keeping it real:

Y'all have a blessed one!

Classic Rock; You're Doing It Wrong/Right

Wrong Example #1:

One night recently we were in the car when the song Juke Box Hero by Foreigner came on the radio (Big 100.3 in DC baby!).  D and I were arguing about how good/bad the song itself is.  Personally, I'm partial to Renegade by Styx that played before Juke Box Hero (The version Chris Daughtry did on American Idol?  *Swoon*).  Anyway.  There was a lull in our argument at a stop light and the song was coming to an end (you know, where they repeat Juke Box Hero over and over again).  From the back of the van, I hear the following words come out of B's mouth:  "and be a Juice Box Hero".  We ran with it from there; "and be a juice box hero, with straws in the tops".  Personally, I think it's better than the original.  :)

 

Wrong Example #2:

Yesterday M and I were sitting at the table while she was doing her schoolwork.  Out of nowhere, the chorus from Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer popped into my head.  Of course, I went with it: "Oh we're halfway there".  M decided to join in and finish the line for me: "Oh, Oh livin' on a square".

Yeah, my children aren't with it when it comes to classic rock.

 

Right Example #1:

Now these guys, they're totally with it.  Trust me, I HATE this song, but it's worth it.  Beaker and Animal are the best part (if you're in a reader or reading via email, click to see the video):

 

 

Hope you guys have a great weekend!

If You'd Just Listen

D recently got a job.  Luckily it is located near where we currently live, so he's able to walk to work.

Thanks to a front that came through yesterday, it's incredibly windy here today.  As D was getting ready to head out to work, I insisted he wear something to cover his ears.

Me:  You have to cover your ears so you don't get an earache.

D:  I'll be fine.

Me:  Just wear the stinking earmuffs. 

D:  No!  They look ridiculous.  I don't need them anyway.  I'll be fine.

Me: If you don't cover them, your ears will get so cold they'll fall off; then you'll have nothing to hold up your glasses.  You don't look right without glasses, so you have to cover your ears!

D:  Mom!

Me:  Well then wear the stocking cap.

D:  No, Mom.  That's just worse.

Me:  Where is it?  *I dig around in his closet and find it on the top shelf*  Ah, here it is!

I come out of his room and find him trying to hide himself in the linen closet to avoid me putting the hat on his head.  I pull him out of the closet and situate the hat on his head.

Me:  There ya go.  Your ears are nice and covered.  Now they won't get so cold that they fall off your head.

D:  You know, if they did fall off then I wouldn't have to listen to you.

I walk off laughing while he finishes getting ready.  About 5 minutes after he walks out the front door, the phone rings.

Me:  Hello?

D:  *Sighs*  This wind is nuts!  It's freaking cold out here.  You were right. 

I think those are the three best words a mother could ever hear.  :)

You Get What You Ask For

D: I'm bored.  I wish someone would call me.

 

M: *Picks up phone and dials D's number*

 

Odd music plays throughout the dining room

 

D: Hello

 

M:  There, I called you.  Are you happy now?

 

D:  *Sighs while giving M the stink eye*  I wish a pretty girl my age would call me.

Mortified

If you've paid any attention lately, you'll remember that we're searching for a house.  A couple of weeks ago, Mr. Frog and I attended an open house for a cute little house located on the water.  We opted to tour this house alone while D sat with the rest of the tadpoles in the car (air on, him in the front seat).  There was another couple that was touring the house while we were that left about 5 minutes or so before we did.  We finished up and headed outside to go check out the beach the realtor told us about.

When we got out to the car, D was shaking his head and mumbling incoherently.  Once I finally got him to speak intelligibly, he shared the following with me:

D: I am so embarrassed.

Me: Why?

D: Well, you always tell me to be a gentleman, right?

Me: Yes.

D: Well, that couple came out and got into their car.

Me: Okay.

D: As they were getting in, I saw the lady drop something.

Me: ....

D: So being the gentleman you've raised me to be, I jogged up to her and told her she had dropped something.

Me:  Well, that was nice of you.

D: So I bent down to pick it up and hand it to her, when I noticed what it was.  The whole time, she's telling me I didn't need to get it.

Me:  ???? (Not seeing the problem here)

D:  Mom, it was a tampon.  *Blushing and hiding head*

Me: *Collapses on the floor of the van laughing.*

Mortified or not, at least he's a gentleman.  :)