Kids are really funny. Other people's that is.

I overheard part of a conversation while I was at Target today in the next aisle over.  This is how it went:

Daughter: I'll stop whining when you buy it for me.

Mom: You have it backwards.  You stop whining or I don't buy it for you.

(silence)

Daughter: But I reeeaalllllly waaaant it, Moooooooommmm.

Mom: See, you're whining again. (starts to walk away)

Daughter: Okaaaay, Okaaay, I'll stop whiiiiiniiing!

I didn't hear what happened after that because I was laughing to myself as I walked away. Parenting is such a trip.

BYOB (&P)

Sam just checked in for a red-eye flight to New York for a meeting he has tomorrow morning. Because of other commitments he had this week, he had to do the red-eye and only spend the day in New York (otherwise you can be SURE I would have been going with him!!!).  He's already tired from a full day and he gets on the plane and finds out that they CHARGE $10 for pillows and blankets.  What?  A paper thin blanket and miniscule pillow and he's got to hand over money for it?  Wow.  That's some serious racketeering on a red-eye flight with people desperate to sleep. Apparently it's BYOB (&P) on this airline.  Do you have to bring your own jet fuel too?

Book lists. A quick and easy way to torment your kids.

I am trying to come up with book lists for the summer for each of the kids.  They are so very excited about this.  I just want to make sure that they are not only reading brain candy and that some good solid literature goes into their heads so that come Fall they aren't the equivalent of the Scarecrow in Wizard of Oz.  Some kids, who shall remain nameless, are more resistant than others.  One wants to know if I can include only ghost stories on their particular list.  I think someone is missing the point.  Oh, you only want ghost stories?  Well, in that case how about  I only require you to read comic books?  Or just the picture captions in magazines?  Or we could just turn the subtitles on when you watch a movie and you can read those? I clearly have my work cut out for me.  A mother's torture work is never done.  

(Feel free to let me know what your favorite book (that is not a comic) was and maybe it will make it onto the list.)

Ok, fine. I guess.

Because Andrea asked so nicely, I'll try to keep blogging.  Key word: TRY.  

Maybe someday I'll come back to this...

You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that I just don't really come around here much.  I've found a new love...facebook...and so this blog seems to have gone the way of cassette tapes and quill pens.  But, maybe, every once in a while, I'll get the urge to write something here again.  Who knows.  It could happen.  At least I changed the background to give you something fun to look at!

Notice anything about this?

No, you're not missing anything.  There is NOTHING on it.  Weird.  I'm not really sure what to do with myself.  I did some laundry and am sort of puttering around.  That's right--PUTTERING!  This is sad, people. I am lacking direction!  I need appointments, places to drive the kids to.  Something.  Anything!  Clearly I am desperate because I am blogging!!  Someone get me an appointment!  STAT!

A mom's got to do what a mom's got to do

I remind and remind and remind.  And when that doesn't work, this usually does.

Miraculously there wasn't a single dish left out this morning when the kids left.  AND they wiped the counters after they made a mess.  I guess I don't need to order that Taser.

Flag Football anyone?

This is what happens when you play flag football at school and don't tuck your shirt in.  Oh, wait, not your shirt, your sister's because you wore it on accident.  And let's remember that this is a uniform shirt from Land's End that costs just a wee bit more than a t-shirt off the rack at Wal-mart.  Yay.