This has been the week of the hair. Having a sister who does hair professionally has been nothing but a Godsend for us. My sister is sort of like that Soup Nazi on Seinfeld - she decides on your hair. If you don't like it - no new hair for you.
Saying this, I need to mention that I took my boys for haircuts last Thursday, as they resembled wild jungle beasts more than little boys. I planned to zip in and zip out. My sister, however, looked at my hair, marched into a back room, marched back out, tossed a book full of color swatches at me and told me to pick a new color, as, I was not leaving till she made me presentable again. Joe actually decided on the latest color, and my sister agreed, and added hi-lites to it, snipped away with her scissors and - BAM! New hair, just like that.
Only, things like this take time, and I had two hungry boys with me, so, I decided to order pizza to be delivered to the salon so my boys did not die of the starvation they decided was imminent. A call was placed to a local pizzeria. My order was placed. Delivery was requested.
"Okay. And, what's your address?"
"Oh! Ummm. I don't know the street address here, but, we are in the Save A Lot plaza, behind the Burger King, at that salon there."
".............. I need the address."
"I really really don't know the actual address. I am very sorry. But, seriously, it's really like two miles from there, in the Save A Lot plaza parking lot, in that little building behind Burger King on the Valu Home Center end of the plaza."
"Ummmmm. I just need the address."
"For real? Okay. Brianna, do you know the street address here?"
"No, sorry, I don't."
"Route 16 Yorkshire?"
"I just really think I need that address."
"O.M.G. I have my hair wrapped in tin foil, and am in no shape to come pick this pizza up. You REALLY don't know where Save A Lot or Burger King are????"
"I guess we'll have to find it. It will be at least an hour."
One hour and twenty minutes later, and a very nice young man brought us pizza and the boys did not die of starvation. (In retrospect, I probably should have handed the boys money and told them to run over to Burger King and get something...)
Upon arrival home, Kaila looked at me reproachfully. "Mom. You KNOW I need my hair done. The grays are out of control." (Because, yes, my 15 year old is sporting gray hair. Not a lot, but, enough to freak her out.)
So, she called her aunt and scheduled an appointment for last night to get her hair done too. We were smart, and ate dinner ahead of time.
We need to backtrack for a moment here. I bought a Fitbit several years ago. It was great. I would throw it in my pocket and get on with my day. It was just always there, and really helped keep me on track. Fast forward to a few months ago when I was really sick for two months, and I, in my brain fogged haze, washed and dried the Fitbit and killed it. I didn't realize how much I would miss it, until I didn't have it. So, this past weekend, I went out and bought a Fitbit wrist model. While I am not sure I like it as much as I liked the older one, I have been wearing it to try and bond with it anyhow. It doesn't flash creepy messages like the old one did. I miss "I love you Moriah" and, "Kisses Moriah!" and "Hugs Moriah" and "You Rock Moriah!" and stuff like that. So, I have this new one. And it tells me I need to walk 250 steps every hour. Last night, while Kaila's hair was processing, my wrist vibrated with my walking reminder, and, I kid you not, no questions asked, my sister walked laps around her salon with me in freezing weather, and never questioned why we were doing this. She's awesome that way.
When all is said and done though, we all have fabulous hair. I need to say this because "MORIAH! STOP POSTING ON FACEBOOK ALL THE TIME THAT YOUR HAIR LOOKS LOUSY! IT IS NOT MY FAULT YOU CANNOT DO YOUR OWN HAIR AFTER I MAKE IT NICE FOR YOU!!!! IT IS NOT GOOD FOR MY PROFESSIONAL REPUTATION WHEN YOU ARE ALWAYS WHINING ABOUT YOUR BAD HAIR!!!! USE PRODUCTS AND A HAIR DRIER FOR GODSAKE!!!!!!!" So, this is me, publicly saying that my sister is a master when it comes to hair, however, I am not.
Also of note lately are books. As in: I have three library books I really want to read. I am halfway through one of them. It is one of those wonderful books that begs a comfy chair, a blanket, a cup of tea and a few hours of reading time. This book just rolls along smoothly and I can picture every single detail in my head. I swear, every single time I pick it up, at home or at work on a break, there is someone in need of my immediate attention for typically non emergent things. I just want to read my book uninterrupted.
As I say this, I need to mention the new Book Club. Someone in Franklinville threw the question out there - is anyone interested in starting a book club? And there was a crazy amount of enthusiastic interest, so, a book, time and meeting place were selected. I am pretty sure half the ladies of Franklinville will be getting their Amazon delivery of the first book selection sometime today, myself included.
Which means I have another book to read - typically good news! Except, this will require some uninterrupted time within the next month and a half, to read it. Also, Kaila has decided it sounds like a good book, so, I suspect my new book will go the same way as my eye liner, deodorant, eye pencil sharpener, boots, and all the other stuff that has mysteriously found a new home with my eldest.
Last thing to mention: Joe has announced he intends to get dual Doctorate degrees. One in math, and one in some sort of science - possibly nuclear, as he loves it so much. He asked me if I knew what the best colleges were for these Doctorates, and I dutifully printed off 30 pages of the best "STEM" Colleges to begin this process. I handed them to Joseph last night (before the latest hair appointment) and he looked at me and said these were nice, but he needed STEAM colleges, as, he and Lexi are sticking with their college plan. Since they are only just over a year apart in age, they had decided long ago that they will attend the same college and split the cost of an apartment and share a vehicle and work part time jobs to pay for it all - which would make it all possible with both of them sharing everything. Anyhow, Joe requires a college that will accommodate Lexi's artistic pursuits as well. Also, they have agreed that since it's college, and parties are basically expected of them, they have set responsible ground rules in which they both need to agree upon said party before it is allowed, and, that it will never be allowed to be on a school night or interfere with work obligations.
Now that we have the basics set - majors, apartments, jobs, cars, parties - we just need to find a college that will accommodate them. Thankfully I have a few years before we need to worry about it too much. They seem to have it all under control though, so, I really have nothing to worry about at all, right?
Also, Lexi has begun studying the Driver's Road Test handbook in preparation for her permit in three years.
Meanwhile, Kaila, who will be 16 in less than three months has not gotten past page 7. I am told that the first 4 pages are not actually part of the book, so, she has really not gotten past the introduction as far as I know. I did hear that at one point it was under her pillow, and inquired if she had actually learned thru osmosis, but, she confirmed that no actual learning of road rules occurred in this fashion. All the children were once again reminded that they are not allowed to live at home forever, and Kaila was signed up for Driver's Ed that will be taking place this summer.
That's pretty much it. Till next time!
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Chicken Cooking 101
For the last few years, our school as issued iPads to the local children for Homework purposes. I am sure some (Probably) childless person who had just recently ventured into the great wide world from a lovely fairy land, thought that this would be a brilliant idea and that children would benefit greatly with an entire world of learning at their fingertips.
The children in my household have very little actual homework for those electronic pads from hell, and we spend our days yelling at the kids to put the iPads DOWN. We have a fairly good sized house, and are completely out of hiding places for them. I think possibly the clown in the basement will be the next keeper of the iPads.
Anyhow. The boys recently asked if they could have $7.00 to upgrade Mine Craft. In what I thought was a stroke of genius, I told them I would buy it for them if they cleaned their room to "Mom Specifications". The boys immediately ran up the stairs and proceeded to bring down approximately 4,987 loads of laundry, and then decide that there had to be a better way to come up with $7.00.
They searched for spare change. And found exactly forty nine cents.
They thought maybe they could sell some of their precious Pokémon cards.
And then decided they could not. Also, they didn't know anyone who had access to seven dollars anyhow.
They pondered this over laundry, because, the rule is, if you don't bring it down stairs, and then decide to bring enough clothing to clothe every single seven and almost twelve year old boy in the state of New York down to me at once - you have to wash it yourselves.
Fast forward a few days to grocery shopping. We had Lexi with us this time, and we were loading groceries into the van, when Lexi said "Oh! Mom! I have to stop and buy an iTunes card for seven dollars for the boys!"
"WHAT? Why????"
"Oh, they were behaving really bad the other day, and I told them they had to be quiet and hold hands for ten minutes, and I would buy them a doughnut. They said they would do it for a seven dollar iTunes card, and I thought it was worth the peace, so I agreed."
So, that was vetoed on the spot. And, now the boys are still doing laundry, and we have no clean washcloths, and there is enough poorly folded and all mixed up laundry on the dining room table that is high enough to create it's own atmosphere.
Also of importance: the kids are home from school today. New York State is supposed to be getting a large snow storm. Which, in this area is also known as "Tuesday in March". But, since our Governor sent a large quantity of our plows and plow drivers to other parts of the state unable to deal with snow, and because he also closed down a lot of highways and declared a state of emergency, school closed.
So, I told the kids to please get off the iPads and clean things, and then called home to walk Lexi through the preparation of a roasting chicken.
Not sure who is more traumatized - the chicken or the children.
"Okay Lexi, turn the oven on to warm up and get out the glass pan and the foil. You want to have enough to cover the chicken."
"I need to cover the top?"
"Yes, you know, just sort of have enough that you can wrap it up like a present sort of...."
"I am confused. What?"
"Never mind. It's fine. Put the foil in the pan, Lexi."
"Okay. Now what?"
"Now you need to get the chicken out of the wrapper. Do it in the sink."
"This is disgusting. I feel like this is what it looks like during childbirth. I don't think I want to ever be part of that process. UGHHHH. This is so bad!!"
"Okay Lexi. Is it out?"
"I can't get it out! Wait. EWWWW! Yes. It's out. Put it in the pan?"
"No. I am sorry, but you need to put your hand into both ends of the chicken and pull out the innards."
"WHAT???? YOU WANT ME TO WHAT???? NO."
"yes."
"I am NOT putting my hands there! I feel unclean."
"LEXI. PUT. YOUR HAND UP THAT CHICKEN AND PULL THAT STUFF OUT!"
"JOE! Can you come here? Put your hand up the chicken's butt and get the stuff out!"
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? NO I AM NOT PUTTING MY HAND UP THE CHICKEN'S BUTT! SICKOS!"
"GEORGE! COME HERE! PUT YOUR HAND UP THE CHICKEN'S BUTT AND GET THE STUFF OUT OF IT!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NO."
"Alexandria. Listen to me. Get your hands in there and get it out."
"Are you SURE it's dead?"
"Oh my g - YES, Lexi, the chicken is dead, I promise you. It will NOT come back to life."
"Joe? Does it look dead?"
"I do not know."
"JUST PULL THE STUFF OUT OF IT'S BUTT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!"
"Fine. I pulled it out!"
"Good. Very good."
"I feel bones in there. Want me to pull the bones out, Mom?"
"..... No, Lexi. Those are part of the chicken dear."
"Okay."
Anyhow. We walked through the rest of the chicken preparation while I mumbled "Oh look. I see Vegans. Vegans everywhere." as I thought about any of my children eating dinner tonight.
Also, while I am at it - while I tried to show Bearded Man the rage fused zipper on the new purse, it broke off entirely. I am not sure if it won, or, if it just died in defeat. Either way, my purse is now completely open to anyone who cares to inspect the contents.
The children in my household have very little actual homework for those electronic pads from hell, and we spend our days yelling at the kids to put the iPads DOWN. We have a fairly good sized house, and are completely out of hiding places for them. I think possibly the clown in the basement will be the next keeper of the iPads.
Anyhow. The boys recently asked if they could have $7.00 to upgrade Mine Craft. In what I thought was a stroke of genius, I told them I would buy it for them if they cleaned their room to "Mom Specifications". The boys immediately ran up the stairs and proceeded to bring down approximately 4,987 loads of laundry, and then decide that there had to be a better way to come up with $7.00.
They searched for spare change. And found exactly forty nine cents.
They thought maybe they could sell some of their precious Pokémon cards.
And then decided they could not. Also, they didn't know anyone who had access to seven dollars anyhow.
They pondered this over laundry, because, the rule is, if you don't bring it down stairs, and then decide to bring enough clothing to clothe every single seven and almost twelve year old boy in the state of New York down to me at once - you have to wash it yourselves.
Fast forward a few days to grocery shopping. We had Lexi with us this time, and we were loading groceries into the van, when Lexi said "Oh! Mom! I have to stop and buy an iTunes card for seven dollars for the boys!"
"WHAT? Why????"
"Oh, they were behaving really bad the other day, and I told them they had to be quiet and hold hands for ten minutes, and I would buy them a doughnut. They said they would do it for a seven dollar iTunes card, and I thought it was worth the peace, so I agreed."
So, that was vetoed on the spot. And, now the boys are still doing laundry, and we have no clean washcloths, and there is enough poorly folded and all mixed up laundry on the dining room table that is high enough to create it's own atmosphere.
Also of importance: the kids are home from school today. New York State is supposed to be getting a large snow storm. Which, in this area is also known as "Tuesday in March". But, since our Governor sent a large quantity of our plows and plow drivers to other parts of the state unable to deal with snow, and because he also closed down a lot of highways and declared a state of emergency, school closed.
So, I told the kids to please get off the iPads and clean things, and then called home to walk Lexi through the preparation of a roasting chicken.
Not sure who is more traumatized - the chicken or the children.
"Okay Lexi, turn the oven on to warm up and get out the glass pan and the foil. You want to have enough to cover the chicken."
"I need to cover the top?"
"Yes, you know, just sort of have enough that you can wrap it up like a present sort of...."
"I am confused. What?"
"Never mind. It's fine. Put the foil in the pan, Lexi."
"Okay. Now what?"
"Now you need to get the chicken out of the wrapper. Do it in the sink."
"This is disgusting. I feel like this is what it looks like during childbirth. I don't think I want to ever be part of that process. UGHHHH. This is so bad!!"
"Okay Lexi. Is it out?"
"I can't get it out! Wait. EWWWW! Yes. It's out. Put it in the pan?"
"No. I am sorry, but you need to put your hand into both ends of the chicken and pull out the innards."
"WHAT???? YOU WANT ME TO WHAT???? NO."
"yes."
"I am NOT putting my hands there! I feel unclean."
"LEXI. PUT. YOUR HAND UP THAT CHICKEN AND PULL THAT STUFF OUT!"
"JOE! Can you come here? Put your hand up the chicken's butt and get the stuff out!"
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? NO I AM NOT PUTTING MY HAND UP THE CHICKEN'S BUTT! SICKOS!"
"GEORGE! COME HERE! PUT YOUR HAND UP THE CHICKEN'S BUTT AND GET THE STUFF OUT OF IT!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NO."
"Alexandria. Listen to me. Get your hands in there and get it out."
"Are you SURE it's dead?"
"Oh my g - YES, Lexi, the chicken is dead, I promise you. It will NOT come back to life."
"Joe? Does it look dead?"
"I do not know."
"JUST PULL THE STUFF OUT OF IT'S BUTT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!"
"Fine. I pulled it out!"
"Good. Very good."
"I feel bones in there. Want me to pull the bones out, Mom?"
"..... No, Lexi. Those are part of the chicken dear."
"Okay."
Anyhow. We walked through the rest of the chicken preparation while I mumbled "Oh look. I see Vegans. Vegans everywhere." as I thought about any of my children eating dinner tonight.
Also, while I am at it - while I tried to show Bearded Man the rage fused zipper on the new purse, it broke off entirely. I am not sure if it won, or, if it just died in defeat. Either way, my purse is now completely open to anyone who cares to inspect the contents.
Friday, March 10, 2017
Mama Buys a Purse
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This review is from: Realer Women's Handbag Tote Purse Shoulder Bag Pu Leather Fashion Top Handle Designer Bags for Ladies
I rarely leave bad reviews - who wants a business to take that PR hit? But, I think I need to leave one now. I really needed a larger bag - but not quite a tote - and hated everything at the local businesses here. I wanted something really unique. I saw this beautiful bag on Amazon, and bought it on the spot. I mean - LOOK at it! It's gorgeous! Overall, it seemed to have a high rating, so, I couldn't wait to have it in my hands. My daughters and I oooo'd and aaaahhhh'd over the bag when it arrived only a few days later. After reading the Amazon reviews, I knew right away that the charm was poorly made, and that there was no point in even attaching it to the purse. Sure enough - the links are made of plastic, and it didn't look very durable. Still, the purse was pretty, and I regretfully handed the charm to my daughters figuring the bag itself was pretty enough that I didn't need the charm anyway. I then promptly came down with the flu, and the bag sat for 2 days while I tried to stay with the living long enough to give my pretty new purse a try. Seriously. It was like the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. This morning, after deciding I was probably going to live, I got ready for work, and thought I had enough time to quickly switch the contents of my old purse to my beautiful new purse. Even the fact that I probably wouldn't be able to really throw it over my shoulder like I am used to, due to short handles, did not dissuade me from the excitement of owning probably the prettiest purse I have ever had. After nearly 40 years of life, I thought I had finally made my first fashion "hit". Opening the purse, I realized right away that, while I certainly loved this purse, the zipper clearly did not. It was obviously trying to run as far away as possible from the purse. That is really the only conclusion I can come to, after seeing that it is attached in the oddest way possible - partly on the purse, partly off the purse, hanging more to one side than the other, and, not quite closing the entire purse. Clearly I had caught it just as it was going to detatch completely, and, as far as I could tell, slither across the dining room floor to freedom. Well, I was on to it, and stuffed my things into it anyhow. Carefully placing my purse "must haves" in just so. Nearly running late for work, I attempted to close it. With my 4 children looking on, I tried. And tried. And tried some more. The zipper, furious that I had stifled it's near escape, refused to move. It stuck. It tugged. It fought until we were both exhausted. I was pretty determined, and didn't care if I was late for work, so, I won in the end. It got the last laugh though, because it then completely split open. Right down the middle. From the closed position. Rolling my eyes, and trying to figure out how I could make this bag work anyhow, as, I really really love it, but, not enough to leave it gaping open at the local Wal Mart as an invitation to all would be persons who like to liberate contents of purses, I placed it in my vehicle and drove to work. I stopped for a cup of tea, and, once at the drive thru window, attempted to open my purse so that I could pay the nice young lady at the window. The zipper, still angry over the earlier fight, and not willing to give up, refused completely, to open properly. The open part from where it split, was not wide enough to remove my wallet thru. With morning rush hour cars lining up behind me at the local Tim Hortons, I smiled apologetically at the suddenly not as nice young lady at the window, and firmly yanked the zipper while mumbling threats to it quietly. If finally relented and I was able to pay for my tea. Once arrive at work, we had another argument over whether or not it was going to allow me to remove my work - keys from my purse, and we had a firm talking to in the parking lot. Once safely inside, I threw it in the storage cabinet above my desk, and tried to get on with my day. I brought it out to show a co-worker a while later, and, as we gazed in awe at this beautiful bag, the zipper contemptuously split open again. "You should return it" , my co-worker advised. "I CAN'T! I love it so much! There has to be a way!!!" I wailed in protest.
And, that, is where we leave off. I have now been using this purse for precisely five hours. The charm was too flimsy to attach. The zipper has rage issues. I am unable to open, or, if open, close the purse. It clearly does not like me. I am wondering if there is a way to possibly detach the zipper and think up an esthetically pleasing way to open and close this bag without being banned from the local Tim Hortons, or, heaven forbid, get pulled over for a traffic stop, and try to explain to an officer as to why I cannot possibly present him with the required documentation, due to psychological issues related to my purse. As much as I love this beautiful item, I am unsure of any practical ability to use this purse for the use that I assume it was supposed to be related.
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Thursday, March 2, 2017
Ashes Come From Where??
The Lenten Season has begun. Because I am constantly talking about my direct path to hell for eternity, I figured we should all go to Ash Wednesday mass. Brownie points and stuff. So, this in mind, I whipped up an off the cuff meatless meal that I hadn't pre-planned, and which everyone hated, as per the usual standard operating procedure in my house, and dragged them all to church last night.
Because we screeched in at the very last possible moment, we rushed into the church to find it was packed, and there were no pews that would fit the entire family. So, Jasin graciously offered to take Joe, and sit a few pews ahead of us, and I, like usual wrestled George for an hour. While watching the Bearded Man take a nice nap throughout the sermon.
As we all gathered to go get the ashes on our foreheads, Kaila whispered to me "Mom? What are the ashes made of?"
"People who sleep through church."
"*gasp* MOM! You are a very bad person!"
And, just like that, there went my brownie points.
Anyhow. We are running on crazy schedules this week, as, it seems there has been something scheduled every single evening, with no plans to stop in the near future. This has caused the laundry situation in our household to become very dire, and, we are collectively out of clean socks. Which doesn't seem like it should be that traumatic, but, when a body is rushing to get out the door in the morning, this "no socks" thing bypasses "inconvenient" and definitely borders on traumatic, as we all frantically dig through the basket full of socks desperately searching for two that at least look like they could be related in some fashion.
I will probably just throw the basket out and buy all new socks for the household. I say this at least 4 times every year. And I also promise myself that I will keep them matched and stop my terrible "I am not matching the damn socks, seriously, things need to be prioritized around here, and they are not at the top of the list" mantra, and, make socks a bigger priority. Because, at 6:45 every morning - they certainly are on the top of that list.
That being said, I don't have time to actually go buy socks. Tonight - it's a school concert. The elementary school did not have a band teacher for half the year, so, I imagine that we are in for a real treat, when they start playing this evening, after minimal practice. I did get a desperate call from the new band teacher, requesting that Joe attend the after school practices they were having for percussion this week. Evidently no one in percussion can percuss very well.
Tuesday evening, it was a dentist appointment with Joe. I swear, I can not get enough of one on one conversations with Joe. They never disappoint. However, while we were in the waiting room, and Joe was playing with my phone, I suddenly realized that there was a middle aged couple seated nearby. The husband had his phone out, and was intently using it while mumbling. Turning to the woman who was next to him, whom I presumed to be his wife, but, maybe wasn't, but, was there with him, he asked if she knew this "Zack Wilcox" kid. She did not. The phone was utilized again. Several phone calls were made to various people, with queries as to this "Zack Wilcox" guy. Who may or may not work at a local pizzeria, or possibly a Country Club near by. Questions as to his character were asked, and comments like "How do you not KNOW? You are on Facebook with him!!!!" were made.
Since it was not possible to NOT listen, I noted that several texts and phone calls were made in regards to poor Zack Wilcox, and that Zack was Facebook and Google stalked like nobody's business. It was with grudging approval that it was noted that Zack was at least gainfully employed. The impression I got was that possibly Zack had dared ask this guy's daughter out maybe? The woman with the investigator/stalker did ask him to kindly tone it down and stop behaving like a detective on a criminal case, but, I don't think he heard her. He was dialing the phone again. I was almost disappointed when Joe was finally called back for his appointment. Not sure of Zack will ever cross paths with the guy from the dentist office, but, may the Good Lord Bless him, if he does.
With winter break over, and all the kids as healthy as we are going to get at this point, today, for the first time this week, all four of my children managed to attend the Franklinville Schools for Higher Learning. And, the following text was received: "I am stuck in a hell with a screaming demon watching over our tortured souls" from one of my kids. So, it seems life is back to normal around here.
Bearded Man's Birthday is this weekend. I asked him what he wanted to do. So far he wants to "I don't know." "Whatever you like" and he wants to eat at "I don't really care where we go." We are heading out tomorrow evening for a fun filled evening of all of those things. We were going to go out on his birthday, Saturday, but, he shares it with a friend of Kaila's, who will be 16, and who is having an amazing evening filled with a limo, midnight bowling, a glow party and dinner at an amazing restaurant. So, we will work all day Friday, and then try to stay awake to go eat some "Whatever you order, I will have too." together.
Till next time!
Because we screeched in at the very last possible moment, we rushed into the church to find it was packed, and there were no pews that would fit the entire family. So, Jasin graciously offered to take Joe, and sit a few pews ahead of us, and I, like usual wrestled George for an hour. While watching the Bearded Man take a nice nap throughout the sermon.
As we all gathered to go get the ashes on our foreheads, Kaila whispered to me "Mom? What are the ashes made of?"
"People who sleep through church."
"*gasp* MOM! You are a very bad person!"
And, just like that, there went my brownie points.
Anyhow. We are running on crazy schedules this week, as, it seems there has been something scheduled every single evening, with no plans to stop in the near future. This has caused the laundry situation in our household to become very dire, and, we are collectively out of clean socks. Which doesn't seem like it should be that traumatic, but, when a body is rushing to get out the door in the morning, this "no socks" thing bypasses "inconvenient" and definitely borders on traumatic, as we all frantically dig through the basket full of socks desperately searching for two that at least look like they could be related in some fashion.
I will probably just throw the basket out and buy all new socks for the household. I say this at least 4 times every year. And I also promise myself that I will keep them matched and stop my terrible "I am not matching the damn socks, seriously, things need to be prioritized around here, and they are not at the top of the list" mantra, and, make socks a bigger priority. Because, at 6:45 every morning - they certainly are on the top of that list.
That being said, I don't have time to actually go buy socks. Tonight - it's a school concert. The elementary school did not have a band teacher for half the year, so, I imagine that we are in for a real treat, when they start playing this evening, after minimal practice. I did get a desperate call from the new band teacher, requesting that Joe attend the after school practices they were having for percussion this week. Evidently no one in percussion can percuss very well.
Tuesday evening, it was a dentist appointment with Joe. I swear, I can not get enough of one on one conversations with Joe. They never disappoint. However, while we were in the waiting room, and Joe was playing with my phone, I suddenly realized that there was a middle aged couple seated nearby. The husband had his phone out, and was intently using it while mumbling. Turning to the woman who was next to him, whom I presumed to be his wife, but, maybe wasn't, but, was there with him, he asked if she knew this "Zack Wilcox" kid. She did not. The phone was utilized again. Several phone calls were made to various people, with queries as to this "Zack Wilcox" guy. Who may or may not work at a local pizzeria, or possibly a Country Club near by. Questions as to his character were asked, and comments like "How do you not KNOW? You are on Facebook with him!!!!" were made.
Since it was not possible to NOT listen, I noted that several texts and phone calls were made in regards to poor Zack Wilcox, and that Zack was Facebook and Google stalked like nobody's business. It was with grudging approval that it was noted that Zack was at least gainfully employed. The impression I got was that possibly Zack had dared ask this guy's daughter out maybe? The woman with the investigator/stalker did ask him to kindly tone it down and stop behaving like a detective on a criminal case, but, I don't think he heard her. He was dialing the phone again. I was almost disappointed when Joe was finally called back for his appointment. Not sure of Zack will ever cross paths with the guy from the dentist office, but, may the Good Lord Bless him, if he does.
With winter break over, and all the kids as healthy as we are going to get at this point, today, for the first time this week, all four of my children managed to attend the Franklinville Schools for Higher Learning. And, the following text was received: "I am stuck in a hell with a screaming demon watching over our tortured souls" from one of my kids. So, it seems life is back to normal around here.
Bearded Man's Birthday is this weekend. I asked him what he wanted to do. So far he wants to "I don't know." "Whatever you like" and he wants to eat at "I don't really care where we go." We are heading out tomorrow evening for a fun filled evening of all of those things. We were going to go out on his birthday, Saturday, but, he shares it with a friend of Kaila's, who will be 16, and who is having an amazing evening filled with a limo, midnight bowling, a glow party and dinner at an amazing restaurant. So, we will work all day Friday, and then try to stay awake to go eat some "Whatever you order, I will have too." together.
Till next time!
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